The first rule of flea club: You do not talk about flea club.
I’m so glad Bucky Katt is a fan of Fight Club. It’s one of my favorites from the WTF is happening? genre.
Guys think they own this movie but we all need a little project mayhem.
I still think Conan has more attitude. Ha!
On a far sadder and goonless note, three people on the team at work are dealing with the death of a cat this week. (I thought only celebrity deaths came in threes?) My heart really goes out to each of them. I know how much it hurts. Read the tribute one editor wrote about her cat. My mascara is smeared.
I haven’t mentioned Get Fuzzy in a while. The daily comic has been a riot the past two weeks as Bucky Katt dealt with a cigar-chomping neighborhood ferret.
The clips below are from today’s strip which raised a fun question: What do you call yourself inside the space of your own head? How about your family, friends and coworkers?
I’m pretty normal about it (I or me) but do occasionally think "Suzie, you could do suchandsuch." I don’t think I ever think of myself by my given first name, only my middle.
I do have a lot of nicknames for people in my head – those I know and those I don’t (e.g. I always think of George W. as "Bushy").
