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[CortJstr]

At last, confirmation that the Speaker Sneakers were indeed Velcro. Oh, how I have waited for this day.

[side_show]

At last, confirmation that the Speaker Sneakers were indeed Velcro. Oh, how I have waited for this day.

Oh my.  Cort, you need more joy in your life.  Did you know you can have a variety of adult magazines delivered right to your door?

[CortJstr]

Oh my.  Cort, you need more joy in your life.  Did you know you can have a variety of adult magazines delivered right to your door?

But Velcro, Smells. Velcro!

[Bobby Isosceles]

I still can't blow bubbles very well.

You don't understand ... Bubbles is my dog!

[Dexter]

While Phillipe's expressions are meant to be the focus of the strip, it's Teodor's expression in panel four that really horrifies me. His mouth seems to twist and fold in on itself like a goddamned Klein bottle.

Heh.  Panel 3 reminded me of this strip -- specifically the last few panels -- but then when I finally re-found that strip it turned out not to be all that similar at all.  Oh well.

[theinevitable]

Then, over one magical summer, everything finally clicked and I could blow bubbles like nobody's business.

This is what it was like when i finally learned to snap. I still get compliments on my crisp snaps.

now: whistling. oooh boy.

[Dangermoose]

While Phillipe's expressions are meant to be the focus of the strip, it's Teodor's expression in panel four that really horrifies me. His mouth seems to twist and fold in on itself like a goddamned Klein bottle.

Yeah, and the other upsetting thing is that the popping bubble almost looks like a mouth with facial hair--familiar from someplace.

EDIT:  I am talking about panel 3.  Panel 4's mouth is also upsetting.

[jay-ell]

I can blow bubbles and whistle, but apparently I look kind of funny when I do either because I am lopsided.  The muscles on the left side of my mouth don't work very well, and while this has never been a problem in terms of speaking or eating, I often end up looking rather like I'm smirking instead of smiling because I have intentionally focus on raising both corners of my mouth.  I think this is why posed photos never seem to "look like me."  I sort of whistle out of the corner of my mouth and when I blow a bubble with bubble gum I do all the oral gymnastics on the right side. 

Fortunately, Pedro thinks my smirk is adorable.  My brother has this problem too, so maybe it's some sort of genetic maladaptation.  I guess it's just another special way in which I'm broken. 

Pedro can't see colors.  He went to the recycling center last week and the guy told him, "Plastic and aluminum in the green bins; cardboard in the brown ones."  He had to ask the guy which ones were which.  It doesn't come up often, but every so often something happens that reminds us that color-blindness is actually a little bit of a disability.  Moreso than not being able to blow a bubble, but less than not being able to tie your own shoes. 

[Toaster]

Teodor has come a long way from holding Phillipe back while Lyle punches him in the gut.

Later addition: I just realized that Phillipe's nose gets bigger when he is sad. True story.

[jaydub]

Pedro can't see colors.  He went to the recycling center last week and the guy told him, "Plastic and aluminum in the green bins; cardboard in the brown ones."  He had to ask the guy which ones were which.  It doesn't come up often, but every so often something happens that reminds us that color-blindness is actually a little bit of a disability.  Moreso than not being able to blow a bubble, but less than not being able to tie your own shoes. 

My mother-in-law is red/green colorblind.  Its unusual in women, since its an X-linked trait and she has to inherit a color-deficient X from both parents to experience it.  Classically, my brother-in-law is color blind as well, since he could only have gotten his X from his mom, who could only supply busted copies.  My wife isn't color blind at all, since one of her X's came from her normal, "wild-type" dad, and the good one makes up for the gimpy one.  I sometimes use the thrill of genetic experimentation as an inducement for having another kid, "We might get a color-blind one if its a boy!"  50% of our male offspring should inherit her color-deficient X.  An equally compelling experiment will be seeing what kind of grand-kids our daughter gives us.  If she has enough boys, and none of them are color blind, we'll be able to deduce that the X my wife gave her was the one from Stacey's father (the good one).  That is, if she has 4 non-color-blind boys, we'll know with 93.75% confidence that the gene didn't get passed on through our line.  Only 87.5% confidence if she has 3 non-colorblind boys.  If she has any colorblind sons, we'll know that Stacey passed on her mother's X.  If she only has daughters, I'll need to work on some longevity treatments to observe the outcomes in great-grandchildren.

[theinevitable]

ok, this is morbid, but I just imagined them burying you with a little chute leading down to your coffin, so they could pass you down a note. "no colorblindness! your predictions correct!"

maybe a pneumatic tube. or, if you're fancy, just a microphone jack in the gravestone, leading down to a little speaker in your coffin.

Why haven't they done this? I'm sure some weird people would love to be able  to talk to their dead relatives in this way!

[jay-ell]

How about a telephone? 

[V-Adore]

Then, over one magical summer, everything finally clicked and I could blow bubbles like nobody's business.  Wherever I went, I'd take along a couple packs of watermelon Bubblicious, stuff five pieces at a time in my mouth, and blow bubbles literally bigger than my head. 

Weirdly enough, I'm pretty sure watermelon Bubblicious was also the first gum that I succeeded with. (I would have to check the family scrapbook to be sure; note that this was a major enough event that it's in the scrapbook. Sad.) Maybe there was some Bubble-Impaired-Kid Helper in there?

[Ruta Bagas]

I am both red-green colourblind and ginger-haired. The sheets they wrap round you at my local barbers' are red.

I spent the first eleven years of my life wondering why my hair turned green when it was cut off.

[jay-ell]

Yay for that story! 

Pedro told me when he was a kid, in the springtime it looked like the ground was on fire. 

This is when I figured out why he never felt the need to experiment with drugs as a teenager.  His reality was already altered.