tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837001751311078781.post8815617464487704702..comments2024-03-27T20:08:08.593-05:00Comments on A MOMENT OF CEREBUS: Treasures from the Cerebus Archive: Archie Goodwin's Cerebus(?)A Moment Of Cerebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718525538144698138noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837001751311078781.post-86202002947078653872020-08-03T21:06:43.795-05:002020-08-03T21:06:43.795-05:00Not only can robots post messages - they can make ...Not only can robots post messages - they can make as much Kentucky bourbon as you want.<br />Smooth, too.Tony Dunlopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837001751311078781.post-54921392301132548932020-08-03T18:00:54.823-05:002020-08-03T18:00:54.823-05:00Ha! Just got around to reading this. That’s a gr...Ha! Just got around to reading this. That’s a great Archie Goodwin story from Dave. “Canadian Aardvark Guy Invades the Mighty Marvel Bullpen!” Ha! (Side note: Why are you so concerned about a robot posting a message? Can robots even do that? If so, why would they?)john g.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837001751311078781.post-2436643644334232842020-08-02T02:17:22.480-05:002020-08-02T02:17:22.480-05:00And, then, he explained.
Every night, after fasti...And, then, he explained.<br /><br />Every night, after fasting all day, Dave eats a can of tuna and a can of pineapple and, I think, something else. Dave told me, over the phone, as I'm starting to build up to laughing my ass off (which he and I both normally do when we speak on the phone or in person), and he explained.<br /><br />"When I open the can of tuna each night, I drain the tuna water into a jar. When the jar gets full," Dave told me, "I take it out back to the garden and pour the tuna water onto the plants. And,then, the cats come running in."<br /><br />I laughed out loud for a long time. A *long* time. I asked him, "Do they line up?" He said that he wasn't sure, but they definitely congregate.<br /><br />After we laughed and laughed and laughed, we ended the call. I had to walk down the street to the store, but kept thinking about cats in Dave's back yard, and laughing.<br /><br />And then, I called Dave back and left a message: "You should get Rolly to sell tickets to those cats."Jeffnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837001751311078781.post-44948485853250779942020-08-02T01:55:02.426-05:002020-08-02T01:55:02.426-05:00Since Matt and I can't seem to communicate wel...Since Matt and I can't seem to communicate well, but (I think) like each other, I'm gonna post up here about the phone conversation that Dave and I had last ... um ... some day. Recently.<br /><br />I had called him on the day on which I took home my new cat from the shelter.<br /><br />I thought that Dave would like to know that I have named my cat Yusuf.<br /><br />We talked about Yusuf and Joseph and his 11 (12?) brothers and such for a while. And, then, Dave said, "Cats *love* me."<br /><br />I was, to say the least, very much taken aback. I think that that may be the only thing, in nearly 20 years, that Dave has said to me to which I had no effing idea how to respond.<br />Jeffnoreply@blogger.com