Rich… yah… I’m an Apple-head… hard core! hahahahahhahah.
I’ve been wanting to give Ryan a new laptop for a while. The poor guy has been using an old clunker for years… held together with duct tape. It was time.
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
“Tomorrow” I say! “I will call on Jim
Just to show that I’m thinking of him”,
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
“Here’s a telegram sir,” “Jim died today.”
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
-Around the Corner, Charles Hanson Towne
The week after my Dad died, I went to karaoke and sang “Cat’s in the Cradle”. It was the first time, out of all the times I’d sang it before, that I ever nailed it perfectly. Choked me up.
I have about four people I could reliably call my friend. Of them, my closest one is someone I have met face to face precisely once, the second is someone I lived with for four years, the third is a racist nutbar japanese man, and the one least likely to remain my friend is a screwloose painter with sociopathy issues and hallucinations. We all talk at least weekly via net or phone.
Then there’s Dada and well…. you, Brig. Who are what I would consider ‘friendly aquaintences’, because you give me something valuable (entertainment and thought provoking situations) and let me talk without flipping out on me. Who I generally engage in passing conversation of a sort every few days. So, I think I’m safe from this situation, thankfully!
As for Ryan…… I think his fastball was a little too slow, she totally caught that! Hope that laptop is armor plated if Randie decides to go for his throat……..
Rich… Isn’t it fascinating how a song can capture and convey so many emotions? Music and art are necessary to our lives for this very reason.
Jenn… Friendships are the things we choose to nurture. They can be grounding, loving, amiable, a kick in the pants,… but they keep us sane. They keep us whole. We are wired to seek out people to connect with. When we lose those connections we become… well, sad. It’s good that you stay in touch with friends… nut jobs or not… (I’d call Dada nutty for sure)… but friends are there for their friends… at least the good ones are. Ryan has some ‘splainin’ to do…
kirwar… she’s feeling out of touch for sure. Ryan needs to make amends somehow here.
Jack… Oh! Was he with a white-haired tough chick? Were they walking out of Voodoo Donuts?
LOVE the Apple core logo on the back of the laptop!
Rich… yah… I’m an Apple-head… hard core! hahahahahhahah.
I’ve been wanting to give Ryan a new laptop for a while. The poor guy has been using an old clunker for years… held together with duct tape. It was time.
Best Randie expression ever in panel 4!
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
“Tomorrow” I say! “I will call on Jim
Just to show that I’m thinking of him”,
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
“Here’s a telegram sir,” “Jim died today.”
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
-Around the Corner, Charles Hanson Towne
Just seemed appropriate.
Dada… it’s Scapula-esque, non?
Legacy…. it’s a cautionary poem. It makes me sad, but I like it… unlike the song, Cat’s in the Cradle. Too close to home.
The week after my Dad died, I went to karaoke and sang “Cat’s in the Cradle”. It was the first time, out of all the times I’d sang it before, that I ever nailed it perfectly. Choked me up.
And it still does, just writing about it.
I have about four people I could reliably call my friend. Of them, my closest one is someone I have met face to face precisely once, the second is someone I lived with for four years, the third is a racist nutbar japanese man, and the one least likely to remain my friend is a screwloose painter with sociopathy issues and hallucinations. We all talk at least weekly via net or phone.
Then there’s Dada and well…. you, Brig. Who are what I would consider ‘friendly aquaintences’, because you give me something valuable (entertainment and thought provoking situations) and let me talk without flipping out on me. Who I generally engage in passing conversation of a sort every few days. So, I think I’m safe from this situation, thankfully!
As for Ryan…… I think his fastball was a little too slow, she totally caught that! Hope that laptop is armor plated if Randie decides to go for his throat……..
I’m thinking Randie is both feeling out of the and thrown for a loop!
I saw Rye downtown! I honked at him on my way to work…no response.
Rich… Isn’t it fascinating how a song can capture and convey so many emotions? Music and art are necessary to our lives for this very reason.
Jenn… Friendships are the things we choose to nurture. They can be grounding, loving, amiable, a kick in the pants,… but they keep us sane. They keep us whole. We are wired to seek out people to connect with. When we lose those connections we become… well, sad. It’s good that you stay in touch with friends… nut jobs or not… (I’d call Dada nutty for sure)… but friends are there for their friends… at least the good ones are. Ryan has some ‘splainin’ to do…
kirwar… she’s feeling out of touch for sure. Ryan needs to make amends somehow here.
Jack… Oh! Was he with a white-haired tough chick? Were they walking out of Voodoo Donuts?