Thursday, December 07, 2006

 

Please Help A Sad Child This Christmas


My close personal internet friend and associate, Micah, of Northfield, Minnesota, had an even worse day on Thursday than I did. It seems that his favorite comic strip, "Fox Trot," has been cancelled.

This is a sad thing for a kid. I remember when Calvin & Hobbes, my favorite strip, went away. I was depressed for a week, and I was 31 years old. It's probably much worse than that for an 11-year-old. Anyways, he has started a new blog called Save Foxtrot, and you should go over there and give the poor guy some support and sign his petition.

Comments:
I'm not a blogger, so I can't sign, but Foxtrot is still in the Washington Post. Micah can go to the Post website and see it online.

But that's not nearly as satisfying as seeing it in an actual newspaper.

I learned to read by looking at the comics and I still look forward to reading the funny papers every day. I remember when the Cleveland Plain Dealer stopped running my favorite strip... I was about 6 years old. The arbitrary and capricious decision to destroy something I enjoyed was shocking.

That and the loss of my Washington Senators at age 11 were scarring, life-altering disappointments. I'm still bitter.
 
I love Foxtrot. Especially the kid brother - such a geek! But it appears that the cartoonist is just pre-retiring and will be doing Sunday strips still:
http://www.amuniversal.com/ups/newsrelease/?view=468

So it's not the abandonment of Calvin & Hobbes or Far Side.
 
Ah, I see, its not the evil newspaper, its the lazy cartoonist!

What's with these people? Charles Schultz did Peanuts EVERY DAY for almost 50 years. He didn't go on sabbatical or vacation. He produced a new strip every day. When Trudeau first tried this with Doonesbury in the early 80's, comics readers were shocked and outraged. Now every cartoonist seems to think its their right to slack off and disappear for a few months.

Wish I could just take a sabbatical while my royalties rolled in. Grrrrrrr
 
Don't even get me started on when Bloom County ceased to be. And, no, Opus does not fill the void.

Almost as bad as when the Colts left Baltimore. What is about sports owners and cartoonists that makes them enjoy sucking the joy out of our lives?
 
Apparantly I AM now a blogger,now, as I did sign in...

However, it iss not a very interesting one... Even if I did write something it would propbably be about Amelia Earhart or Harriet the Spy. Or Figure Skating.
 
Major disappointments?

The Minnesota North Stars going to Dallas--that still burns me up.

Bloom County (deceased)

Calvin and Hobbs (deceased)

Please give Mr. Micah my condolences--life doesn't always have to be a series of disappointments even though it seems that way some days.
 
Ok, now I made some changes so that everybody, not just bloggers, can sign!
 
I didn't want to ramble too much on Micah's petition blog, so I just made one small comment about how FoxTrot comprises 1/2 of my 2 volume cartoon strip library. However, I seem to love rambling on this blog, so I will retype what I edited from Micah's - the other cartoon book I have is of The Timbertoes! Who loves and remembers The Timbertoes? Just me? I know I can't be the only Type A overachiever here whose leisure reading as a child was Highlights for Children.
 
The only way this wouldn't make me sad is if they were replacing it with a strip about drunken puffalumps, but they won't, because "the man" wants to keep "the bunny" down.

Down with the man! Back with FoxTrot!

--the ninja
 
I foolishly looked at the Timbertoes link... now THAT brought back repressed memories!! I think I need a madeleine and a coffee now. And maybe a session or three with a shrink
 
I openly wept when Bloom County died.

Outland just wasn't the same.

My favorite quote:

"feminine protection? What the hell is that, a Chartreuse Flamethrower?"
 
IPLawguy: The one where the father is making babies was always my favorite, and it probably completely destroyed any hope I had of a normal relationship. But still, it beat the hell out of Goofus and Gallant (which my grandfather would read to me, and then he'd call me Goofus all day. Wow, that really does bring back painful childhood memories).
 
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