Oh My Stars

Is the sky falling? Do you, Chicken Little, bewail the heavens? Do not fear. We only took a day of rest from the comic. It’s frightening, I know. But huddled together we can last this tempest.

The Saturday comic is ended.

As Sterling articulates below, we need a spot in the week to chill. You know. Take 5.

On the topic of Sterling, how bout that dragon? An ode to Wii and the new Zelda. It comes out today you know. The vital energy of today’s toad could get anybody excited about it.

So I was thinking to myself, what would the world be like as a mosquito?

Walk with me.

It occurred as a mosquito whined around my ear and then my arm. I came very near swatting it. My arm’s muscle twitched and then stopped. I won’t reel this out like a yarn, so I’ll go ahead and reveal the ending. I smished the mosquito. And now with a fateful air, our story begins.

As I looked at his flying, some things occurred in my mind. I will describe them in order.

First, God made this bug. Knowing I often act like scum it felt weird condemning this (perhaps?) soulless insect to nothing, simply because he has been genetically programmed to suck my blood. Without sentience, I imagine the creature finds it difficult to resist his instincts.

Secondly, there’s a lot of death in the world. Granted, in our universe, a person’s story starts, lasts, and then ends at certain points. The symphony is stilted, but there is concord despite. Still, why contribute that much more dissonance? The tune will get along without it.

Thirdly, I imagined myself quite the benevolent philanthropist letting it buzz. Here I am doling out life to this globally despised invertebrate and expecting nothing in return! What a saint! What a genuine guy!

Then the little rot poked my arm. Darn bug, get offa me! And so I skished him.

This is a relevant story for your life. Thank you for your time.


-Arrivederci! (The Italian’s for all the ladies. Wink.)