
I tried to figure out how to work Rogue One and Solo into this. I didn’t try to work in 7-9.
I tried to figure out how to work Rogue One and Solo into this. I didn’t try to work in 7-9.
Obviously, I had to look up how to spell the guy’s name. And no, I can’t spell it from memory.
I think this would be a fun comic book to draw or write for. Especially if it were very political and completely insulting to one or both sides.
The problem with this cartoon is that it threw people’s ability to distinguish between “gnome” and “genome”.
For anyone who asks, no, this isn’t going to be Penn’s office look going forward. This is a one-time joke … unless you count the other time I used Lucy’s booth.
This really is how I got in the habit of wearing a hat. It helped my hospice patients distinguish me from other visitors.
Now me, I’ve been a whiz at remembering names ever since I took that Bill Carnegie course.
Why has this monkey not shown up since? It’s not so much about his anxiety as that I’ve never been satisfied with how he looks.
It seems like this was inspired by some particular event … but now I can’t remember what it was. That’s helpful, huh?
This cartoon went over well with the counselors I know who actually lead group sessions.