The world of a comic strip ought to be a special place with its own logic and life... I don't want the issue of Hobbes's reality settled by a doll manufacturer.
The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.
I know the world isn't fair, but why isn't it ever unfair in my favor?
It's surprising how hard we'll work when the work is done just for ourselves.
So, what's it like in the real world? Well, the food is better, but beyond that, I don't recommend it.
A real job is a job you hate.
