Obviously this comic is based on the Dr. Seuss book The Cat in the Hat Comes Back. My son is obsessed with it at the moment, and he insists I read it to him twice–sometimes thrice–in one day. I don’t mind, of course. I always liked The Cat in the Hat Comes Back more than its predecessor, The Cat in the Hat. Something about an alphabet’s worth of doppelganger cats in a matryoshka of hats is awesome.

This fake movie preview is the natural bridge between the cheesy science fiction movies of the 50s and the so-called “beach party” movies of the early 60s. It has robots! It has bikinis! It has robots wearing bikinis! And since no beach party movie is really a beach party movie without Annette Funicello… it has her, too. Albeit in cartoon form.

The leash laws in Winslow’s town are very specific. Dogs like George are free to wander the streets without a leash, so long as one or more of their owners are nearby. Abnormally-small-people-not-to-be-confused-with-children-or-dwarves (a term the local law books call ASPNTBCWCODs) are supposed to be leashed whenever they’re outdoors. This law was made specifically for Little Winslow, who is a known biter.

Happy (almost) Halloween!

Winslow gets a little carried away sometimes. But only sometimes.

I’m not a coffee drinker. Never grew accustomed to the flavor. So my interactions with Starbucks and other coffee shops have been limited. My wife, however, introduced me to frappuccinos, which come in non-coffee varieties and, to my delight, also come in a variety of flavors not listed on the menu. Andes Mint frappuccino? Hell yeah. Those things are freaking amazing.