more ghosts
Sunday, November 1st, 2009you can read the first comic about this here
these all seem to revolve mostly around dancing, singing and religion, which is funny because the first two you couldn’t pay me to do outside the confines of my studio these days. The last one is self explanatory. and for the record, yeah I know, swing dancing music is super annoying but goddamn that shit was fun.
As for the turtles, they escaped and ran away, I think the only one that died was the one I killed.
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November 1st, 2009 at 5:59 pm
In the end, isn’t it really your parents who are to blame for the pet starvation deaths? You’re just supposed to think the animal is 100% dependent on you, but the parents should be a safety net.
On an unrelated note, I once rediscovered a fish bowl with a dried toad in it… oops.
On another unrelated note, I’m not going to let my kids have any pets until I’m willing to get myself a pet that I have to take 100% care of, once my kids lose interest a week after we get it. (Yeah, sure you’ll feed and walk the dog every day… and I was born yesterday.)
November 1st, 2009 at 6:59 pm
it would have been their responsibility if it was just one or three pets, but we had dozens of every kind of pet imaginable, except birds, because we lived out in the boonies so lots of them were outdoor pets, like the turtles. When one hamster stops moving, you can’t expect the parents to notice
November 1st, 2009 at 7:12 pm
Hrm, does the shame come from the swing dancing or that his name was Carl?
November 1st, 2009 at 11:02 pm
Ugh, Carl. All I can think of is Llamas with hats for obvious reasons…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZUPCB9533Y
November 1st, 2009 at 11:38 pm
I have pulled a similar embarassing stunt, forgetting to water my pet rat during a particularily stressful week in highschool. There’s no guilt quite like accidentally killing something you love through neglect.
November 2nd, 2009 at 2:56 am
yeah, what mike said were my exact thoughts.
my parents never let me have any pets partially because my mom is allergic to everything furry, but probably more cuz those same things would’ve happened, heh. they totally ended up having to take on my rabbit when i left for school eventually anyways.
November 2nd, 2009 at 4:39 am
You know, swing dancing has come round again and seems to have replaced salsa as the new cool hobby of the mid-twenties to mid-thirties set. You could be your own grunge hipster princess…
November 2nd, 2009 at 9:21 am
My favorite part about missionary work is how upset people get when you bring up the quesiton of whether people associating Christianity with all the free stuff you’re giving them.
November 2nd, 2009 at 10:03 am
After reading your turtle tale and dead-Buff confession, I’m worried about little Jack! Don’t believe that crap about nine lives! Take care of the kitty. Don’t let him smoke too much, perhaps one pipe after dinner but that’s IT.
November 2nd, 2009 at 4:24 pm
reminds me of this awesome graphic novel called ojo, about this little girl coping with her mom’s death, who accidentally kills three different pets, and then hates herself for doing it. and I think I already mentioned how my brother accidentally killed a kitten. I guess it’s a classic childhood’s theme, isn’t it.
November 2nd, 2009 at 8:33 pm
At least your sister didn’t froze your pet lobster and cooked it when you were 8 or purposefully left the door open to let the cat out, forever!!! Which brings me to wonder… what the hell happened to my pet turtle when I was 12??
November 2nd, 2009 at 9:06 pm
Parents never seem to have any regret for fucking their kids up. Or claim responsibility for it.
November 3rd, 2009 at 8:39 am
I once overfed a whole tank of fish to death. And I was in college.
November 3rd, 2009 at 8:39 am
And they were my dying grandma’s fish.
November 3rd, 2009 at 9:02 am
Found a tortoise Sunday, wandering the neighborhood. My father was excited about it and everyone asked me if I was going to keep it, but I told them all no. After asking a few neighbors, I was told that a certain house was most likely the owners, but the house was empty as they had likely went to church without realizing their tortoise was outside. I felt that the tortoise was capable of taking care of itself, being at least fifteen years old and larger than any other tortoise I had met in person. Hours later, backing out of the driveway, I hear this horrible crunch and suddenly become nauseated at what awaited me outside of the car. I didn’t want to see the evidence of my neglect, not babysitting the tortoise until the owners returned, but was relieved to find a broken plastic bottle instead of a dead animal.
I have no idea where the tortoise crawled off to, but I have to wonder if it put that bottle behind my wheel to teach me a lesson.
I can’t dance, at least not recognizably, but at least my name isn’t Carl.
Are …Are you being haunted by the ghosts of Orville Redenbacher and Charlie Chaplin?
November 3rd, 2009 at 11:55 am
They say there’s no death more agonizing than starvation.
November 3rd, 2009 at 3:06 pm
Lucky the pets were more likely to have died from dehydration long before starvation.
November 3rd, 2009 at 3:07 pm
Shoot.. I totally forgot about the hamster - it probably had plenty of water in its bottle.