Glacial Erratics

I was pleased today to wake up to two comics that resonated nicely. I'm going to quote the scripts as the images are incidental.    (A2U)

First one from Get Fuzzy. Rob has sponsored a howling monkey for Satchel's birthday (or something).    (A2V)

Bucky: I assume you gave Satchel some breath mints for his monkey.    (A2W)

Rob: What's that supposed to mean.    (A2X)

Bucky: Oh come on. It is a known fact that monkeys have the worst breath in the world. Haven't you ever heard of Scope's Monkey Trial?    (A2Y)

Rob: It....What?    (A2Z)

Bucky: Yeah. That's right. Trial. Some chimp's breath was so bad that a mouthwash company sued him.    (A30)

Rob: Where do you learn your history, dude?    (A31)

Bucky: You can't trust the liberal media, Rob. You have to figure stuff out for yourself.    (A32)

This reminded me of what's wrong with Bush and the ignorant Americans that support him. I was trying hard to come up with some way to say that other than that, something less aggressive, but there's really no reason not to. So though I laughed and appreciated the few days of setup that went into this comic, I went a bit moody.    (A33)

But then I read some Calvin and Hobbes. Calvin's getting ready for a bath, stripping down, covered in filth.    (A34)

Calvin: My elbows are grass-stained, I've got sticks in my hair, I'm covered with bug bites and cuts and scratches...I've got sand in my socks leaves in my shirt, my hads are sticky with sap, and my shoes are soaked! I'm hot dirty, sweaty, itchy and tired.    (A35)

Hobbes: I say consider this day seized!    (A36)

Calvin: Tomorrow we'll seize the day and throttle it!    (A37)

And with that I felt much better. I lost that appreciate the dirt and pain sensation for many years. Climbing brought a lot of it back.    (A38)