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Dolphin Attack!

DelfinA thought just occured to me: am I too old for comic books? Am I trying to grip to my childhood so tightly that i'm forgetting to grow up???
Nah, just messin' with ya! :D Anyways, I'm readin' much more comics today then I did when I was ten or seven. Dad wouldn't let me do it then... :)
On that note, a new comic added to the sidebar! Pet Professional, after the recommendation of senor Kurtz at the PVP, turned out to be quite entertaining (all the pointless animal killing aside, and since they're not really real it can do no harm... right??? Or maybe little children still shouldn't read it...). I'm sticking to it at least until we see how the Dolphins do in the White House...

Comments

George Larson said…
What is too old for comic books or anything? Growing old is a physical process, being too old is a mental one. Maybe an excuse even.

We've more responsibility, aches, problems, worries and less time, energy and elasticity.

That simply changes the equation, it does not render us useless.

I feel it is important to read comic books, watch cartoons, or try to think about what happened in the last commercial just to keep us from getting 'too old'.
Emir said…
I share your opinion completely, though I really try not to think what happened in the last commercial. Btw, Americans really have too many commercials ...
Thanks for the contribution!

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