Revenge of the Puppies

This is the kind of story I need today. Well, almost--if it had been the first puppy and the guy was dead, that'd be ideal.

I'm becoming very pessimistic about the upcoming election. It's looking to me as if the smug fratboy is going to defeat the horseface-who-wants-to-be-all-things-to-all-people-but-really-what-choice-do-we-have-anyway. I feel like the people running the campaign have no game plan, no strategy. The guy isn't saying anything that distinguishes him or sounds like an actual idea. I know, I know, it's still early and I shouldn't give up. But, you know, it's not really that early. I'll still vote, don't worry. But . . .

In good news, Chris and Gwenda got married. Woo-hoo! Barth won an award. Yay Barth! And I sold a poem ("Jam") to Say . . .. So not all hope is lost!

Transcript of an Exchange Between Krazy Kat and Ignatz Mouse, as Recorded in Graphical Form by One G. Herriman, January 10, 1932

(Ignatz Mouse descovirs Krazy Kat n-scribing summat 'pon a parchment.)

IM: Writing?
KK: Yetz--I are
IM: To whom?
KK: To myself
IM: What can you be writing to yourself?
KK: I dun't know--
IM: How can you write to yourself, and not know what you are writing?
KK: Because, I'm writing a "sickrit" to myself--
IM: But it can't be a "secret"--silly--
KK: It soitinly can be "Dahlink"
IM: HOW?
KK: I'm writing it in a forrin lenguage--
IM: What foreign language?
KK: I dun't know yet--
IM: Well, when will you know?
KK: When I get an ensa--
IM: And who will write the "answer"
KK: Me.
IM: Ah-h. And you'll write it in a "language" you can understand, heh?
KK: If coarse not--li'l yimp--
IM: But how will you know what the answer is?
KK: I wun't know--y'see the ensa is also a "sickrit"