Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Friday, December 17, 2010
I don't know, Calvin
I just don't know.
But I sure wish I did.
UPDATE 17 December 2010 22:19: Changed picture from link to direct embed.
Calvin says: You know Hobbes, I can't figure out this death stuff. Why did that little raccoon have to die? He was just little! What's the point of putting him here and taking him back so soon?!!? Hobbes says: It 's either mean or it's arbitrary. And either way I've got the heebie-jeebies. Why is it always night when we talk about these things?
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Am I missing something?
White space...
Linky not worky. Protected file, it looks like.
Wolfwalker, that's strange. It's working for me.
It's all of Obama's relatives on his Mom's side that the media never sees.
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Calvin says:
You know Hobbes, I can't figure out this death stuff.
Why did that little raccoon have to die?
He was just little! What's the point of putting him here and taking him back so soon?!!?
Hobbes says:
It 's either mean or it's arbitrary. And either way I've got the heebie-jeebies.
Why is it always night when we talk about these things?
It's up, not just the all white space.
That one always got to me, still does.
Some things make no sense, and never will.
Oh, Borepatch...
You have my number if you need or want to talk.
And know that you and yours are in my thoughts and prayers.
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