For your Sunday amusement… a comic!

Buttons randomly appear in Ben and Winslow’s house. Usually something bad happens when the button is pressed, so I figured there had to be at least ONE time where the outcome was positive.

To whom it may concern,

I have always marveled at the wondrous mystery of outer space. I stand agape, gazing heavenward at the stars, those flaming spheres of plasma whose energy radiates throughout the universe as the result of the complex process of hydrogenate thermonuclear fusion. I am enthralled by the precise intricacy of our solar system and the elaborate interconnection between gravity and mass, solar wind and interplanetary dust. The expansive and limitless universe boggles my mind, and I am continually dumbfounded by what a small role the human species plays in the grand scheme of life.

This is why the Miss Universe Pageant is so blatantly unfair. How can you call it “Miss Universe” when the only planet represented in the competition is Earth?

Andrew: How are you today, Steve?

Steve: Good morning, Andrew. I’d like to say, first off, hat I’ve followed your career intently, even after that “incident” when so many of your air-weather friends shunned you.

Andrew: Yeah. I won’t miss Eileen, either.

This comic is based on a conversation I had with a coworker earlier this week. The conversation started as a discussion about politicians and global warming, but that quickly became boring. So instead, the conversation turned to politicians and Bigfoot.