“I believe that we form our own lives, that we create our own reality, and that everything works out for the best. I know I drive some people crazy with what seems to be ridiculous optimism, but it has always worked out for me.” — Jim Henson
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Hundred Acre Wood, Wonderland, and Neverland need to be on here…
(they could be, but I just can’t see them)
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I don’t care what anyone says, Captain EO is really freaking rad
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You stay classy… PLANET EARTH!
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Sixteen Things Calvin and Hobbes Said Better Than Anyone Else -
On life’s constant little limitations
Calvin: You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don’t help.
On expectations
Calvin: Everybody seeks happiness! Not me, though! That’s the difference between me and the rest of the world. Happiness isn’t good enough for me! I demand euphoria!
On why we are scared of the dark
Calvin: I think night time is dark so you can imagine your fears with less distraction.
On the unspoken truth behind the education system
Calvin: As you can see, I have memorized this utterly useless piece of information long enough to pass a test question. I now intend to forget it forever. You’ve taught me nothing except how to cynically manipulate the system. Congratulations.
On the cruel reality of commercial art
Hobbes: Van Gogh would’ve sold more than one painting if he’d put tigers in them.
On the tragedy of hipsters
Calvin: The world bores you when you’re cool.
On the tears of a clown
Calvin: Isn’t it strange that evolution would give us a sense of humour? When you think about it, it’s weird that we have a physiological response to absurdity. We laugh at nonsense. We like it. We think it’s funny. Don’t you think it’s odd that we appreciate absurdity? Why would we develop that way? How does it benefit us?
Hobbes: I suppose if we couldn’t laugh at things that don’t make sense, we couldn’t react to a lot of life.
Calvin: (after a long pause) I can’t tell if that’s funny or really scary.
On the falling of sparrows (or providence’s lack of a timetable)
Calvin: Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one.
On why winter is the cruellest of seasons
Calvin: Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.
On the gaping hole in contemporary art’s soul
Calvin: People always make the mistake of thinking art is created for them. But really, art is a private language for sophisticates to congratulate themselves on their superiority to the rest of the world. As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance.
On playing Frankenstein with words
Calvin: Verbing weirds language.
On realising God is more Woody Allen than Michael Bay
Calvin: They say the world is a stage. But obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines.
Hobbes: Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
Calvin: We need more special effects and dance numbers.
On why ET is real
Calvin: Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.
On looking yourself in the mirror
Hobbes: So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they’re already met?
On the future
Calvin: Trick or treat!
Adult: Where’s your costume? What are you supposed to be?
Calvin: I’m yet another resource-consuming kid in an overpopulated planet, raised to an alarming extent by Madison Avenue and Hollywood, poised with my cynical and alienated peers to take over the world when you’re old and weak. Am I scary, or what?
On the truth
Calvin: It’s a magical world, Hobbes, ol’ buddy…Let’s go exploring!
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Oddly true.
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…this.
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One day in 2008, I woke up and walked downstairs and saw my grandparents. I thought “Why are my grandparents here?” Then I saw my mom. She said, “We need to talk.” I was wondering “Did I do something wrong?” Then, she told me that my dad had died. Immediately, I was crying. I was wondering “Why me?” It was worse when I saw other kids having fun outside when I was so sad inside.
When we first got to the funeral home, we were the first ones there. I knew more people would come. I also knew this would not be a fun day. Everyone was upset, especailly me, my mom and my sister. I was surprised how many people were there. I even said to myself, “Wow, my dad has a lot of friends.” There were a few moments when nobody was crying but it seemed those moments were the saddest. My grandma had bought the local paper; me, my sister, my mom and my dad were mentioned.
On the second day, there were more people. Again I thought, “Wow, my dad has a lot of friends.” Everyone brought in flowers. There was one I was impressed by, it had the colors and organization logo of my dad’s favorite hockey team. I think everyone was as sad as possible that day because it was the last day at the funeral home. Everyone started to leave. Me, my sister, and my mom walked to the limo. It was very sad.
As the limo was driving to the burial site, there was nothing but tears from me. Everyone was under a green canopy beside the priest. I was wondering, “Why is he standing in the rain?” But I really didn’t care that much. I had a feeling that everyone was crying. I don’t know why but I felt like I took my dad for granted. I just can’t stop thinking that.
I have learned not to take things for granted. I hope that something like this doesn’t happen to me again soon. I know few people have had this happen to them when they are 7 years old. I hope this makes people feel lucky to have what they’ve got. Hopefully something like this won’t happen to you.
” —Patrick Bednarski
Patrick is the son of my cousin George, who died four years ago today. He wrote this for an assignment in school, and it describes some days that I could never forget. That day was hard for me, but harder for him. I know that. I held my cousin’s casket in my hand, in the pouring rain, and had to keep it together while watching Patrick and his sister cry. I just wanted to hug them, but couldn’t. I just wanted to cry, but couldn’t. I just had to carry the casket.
I have some fond memories of my cousin. Memories I hope to share with his children when the time is right.
The Ugly Dachshund, 1966
Loved this movie as a kid.
Thanks, Maurice.
Really quite bummed about Maurice Sendak’s passing.
Holy shit Joe! This got my goat.
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