The Great Valentine’s Day Snow-In of 2007

Usually I trek out and about the day before Valentine’s Day to get Krissy a card or some small token (we don’t believe in going overboard for Valentine’s Day), but yesterday we were pretty much snowed in and today we’re definitely so, so I didn’t get out of the house. So this morning before she woke up I made her this. And now you know why I’m not a cartoonist. But in this case it was indeed the thought that counted. I hope your Valentine’s Day is similarly lovely.

I also want to give a special moment of recognition this Valentine’s Day to my sister Heather, who later today is getting married — in Vegas, even! I wish her all the joy and happiness marriage can bring, today and all the days of the rest of her life. I’m not able to be there in body, but I’ll definitely be there in spirit, and also by way of video, as the chapel at which she is getting married has a Web cam set-up. No, I won’t tell you which chapel; I don’t want you all clogging up the tubes, bringing down the chapel’s server and keeping me from watching my sis get hitched. I’m sure you understand.

35 Comments on “The Great Valentine’s Day Snow-In of 2007”

  1. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, father of pangolins

    Aww, that’s sweet. Did she make you anything? Besides Athena?

    Congrats HEather! marriage is wonderful! Vegas is awesome!

  2. That just cracks me up.

    When you were drawing this, you had your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth, didn’t you?

  3. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, father of pangolins

    Where there are cats on the Whatever… there must be Bacon.

    It is the way.

  4. I agree with John. The bacon has been done and while that glorious moment should be remembered fondly, it would be cheapened to repeat it. We should all move on to the new and untried.

    Having said that, I challenge any of you regular readers to honor Washington’s Birthday (next Monday) by dressing up like this and posting pictures.

    BTW, while your card is truly lovely, I suspect my girlfriend would knock me into last Wednesday if I gave her one like it.

  5. Chang, “Did she make you anything? Besides Athena?”

    After such a gift like that, does she need to? Plus, it’s the gift that keeps on giving.

    Do kids in school still give out hundreds of Valentines these days?

  6. I think that is the first time _I_ made a comment about that. I think the only other time that I mentioned it was when someone else made it months ago, and I asked “whats with the bacon?”

    Criminy.

  7. I like the way you blended the colors on the ground. That’s sweet.

  8. Well, now that you mention it,Steve, I do remember that. My subconscious is witty, indeed. (More so than my conscious, apparently.)

  9. “You know, you don’t have to ask about bacon every time there’s a cat on the site.”

    Hey, you started it. If you don’t want people bringing it up, every damned time, you shouldn’t have seared the image of baconcat into the optical cortex of every user on teh interweebs. Hell, I suspect that at this point there is an image of baconcat uploaded into non-volitile RAM on Spirit and Opportunity. It’s the butterfly effect, John, small seemly inconsequential actions can and do change the world. Your single moment of frivolous work-avoidance slackerdom has consequences. The trick, is to USE this power to become the secret Emperor of the Universe, you know, just in case I eventually need a replacement…

    To be truthful though, the first thing I noticed about your drawing is not the lack of cured pork products on the feline, but that you seem to have drawn yourself with more hair than you actually have. What happened, Athena not have enough “Flesh” colored crayons?

  10. “You know, you don’t have to ask about bacon every time there’s a cat on the site.”

    Hey, you started it. If you don’t want people bringing it up, every damned time, you shouldn’t have seared the image of baconcat into the optical cortex of every user on teh interweebs. Hell, I suspect that at this point there is an image of baconcat uploaded into non-volitile RAM on Spirit and Opportunity. It’s the butterfly effect, John, small seemly inconsequential actions can and do change the world. Your single moment of frivolous work-avoidance slackerdom has consequences. The trick, is to USE this power to become the secret Emperor of the Universe, you know, just in case I eventually need a replacement…

    To be truthful though, the first thing I noticed about your drawing is not the lack of cured pork products on the feline, but that you seem to have drawn yourself with more hair than you actually have. What happened, Athena not have enough “Flesh” colored crayons?

  11. “You know, you don’t have to ask about bacon every time there’s a cat on the site.”

    Hey, you started it. If you don’t want people bringing it up, every damned time, you shouldn’t have seared the image of baconcat into the optical cortex of every user on teh interweebs. Hell, I suspect that at this point there is an image of baconcat uploaded into non-volitile RAM on Spirit and Opportunity. It’s the butterfly effect, John, small seemly inconsequential actions can and do change the world. Your single moment of frivolous work-avoidance slackerdom has consequences. The trick, is to USE this power to become the secret Emperor of the Universe, you know, just in case I eventually need a replacement…

    To be truthful though, the first thing I noticed about your drawing is not the lack of cured pork products on the feline, but that you seem to have drawn yourself with more hair than you actually have. What happened, Athena not have enough “Flesh” colored crayons?

  12. Something new and untried, huh?

    I got it. How about this: Instead of putting bacon on the cat, let’s put the cat ON the bacon. How freaky is that?

  13. Jim Wright,

    How politically incorrect you are – or you don’t have enough preschoolers in your life. It’s not “flesh” any more, since most of the people in the world don’t have that color of skin. It’s now “peach.”

    But you’re right about the hair. I didn’t even notice the cat until someone else pointed it out.

  14. Cassie: heh, I used “Flesh” with malice afore thought.

    A while back a friend of mind, who is folically challanged, put “Flesh” on his driver’s license application where it asked for Hair Color. And that’s what ended up on his license. Plus, I detest peaches, can’t stand them, can barely stand to type the word.

  15. Congratulations to your sister, I hope the day is magical for her.

  16. My first instinct was to say how you unabashedly note your height in comparison to your wifes. Personaly of course I noticed the deliberate childish adoration every boy has for his sweetheart, and channeling that into your art.

    As for bacon cat, pretty much every link if you “google: bacon taped to a cat” you find you. Really (and I just remembered first time I noticed it) I didn’t know about the baconcat thing until you posted a picture of another author buddy who had bacon taped to a cat.

    Why am I defensive about the baconcat thing?

    I’m gonna go read a self help book now. Happy valentines day, thing I like most about the site is how much you obviously love your family, and love spending time with them. That is an enviable situation for anyone.

  17. WickedPinto – it’s not you. (Or at least not just you.) I’ve noticed that John has seemed a bit on edge in general over a lot of things in the past few days. Since the cereal essay, more or less. Maybe less pokey all-round would be good for the next few days too…

    Cool Valentine’s Day card, by the way – I’ve always thought handmade things were way better than storebought. I hope she tacked it up on the fridge.

    Congrats to Heather! :)

  18. That’s a great card, but I have to ask: are your and Krissy’s eyes really orange and camera flashes make them look normal? Or have both of you recently been possessed by demonic forces? If so, do you see that having any impact on your creative work? Just so we know.

  19. By the way, I can’t draw any better, and anybody with eyes can see that that isn’t a cat, it’s a possum wearing very small rubber boots.

  20. MWT, I’m kinda cautious/defensive here, cuz I once accidently insinuated that I thought Johns wife wasn’t attractrive, when actually I meant that he took an unflattering picture of a lovely woman.

    YES she has a prominent nose (spelling?) but it works VERY well with her phenomal cheeks, so it’s all cool, but about 5 or so months ago, I came off as bashing the bosses wife, which I WAS NOT DOING!!! I was actually intending to make a playful joke at the bosses expense about the camera angle.

    So ever since I tried to explain and repetatively ate my own shoe leather, I’ve been kinda “bajigitty” here.

    I love this site, fore exactly why I said, but also like I just explained, I wondered if I would be tollerated.

    Being crazy has it’s advantages, and it has it’s MAJOR FAILURES as well.

  21. Thanks for mentioning us on your blog John. We had a GREAT time here in Vegas & the wedding was BEAUTIFUL!!! I love you very much brother!!!

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