I’m happy for any couple that has a baby, but I guess I don’t understand the fascination with “royal” babies. So this kid will never have to work, big deal.
This one was inspired by my work as a hospice chaplain. We were given new tablets last year which require sync’ing several times a day. This strip went over very well at work, even with the bosses.
I guess it’s a handy feature for work’s sake, but it bugs me that–when I’m in my car–the stereo system will pause the music so I can answer the calls. I’d much rather just miss the calls.
I still think The Eagles should have been asked to do the final song for The Hobbit movies. If you have to ask why, you weren’t paying attention to the book or the movie.
There’s a joke in here but maybe I’m the only person who cared about it: Tuttle is always writing these novels and screenplays with punnish, derivative titles that–as far as we know–fail like all of my novels. Phydeaux’s stupid scatological game caught on, though.
