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  1. Yes, but the emphasis is on the “lots.” Faux-Carl is saying that robins aren’t that interesting, because there are lots of robins around. Caufield is implicitly pointing out that there are lots of gummy fish around, and yet Faux-Carl is interested in them.

    I assume we’re supposed to give the win to Caufield on this, but it seems to be there’s a pretty big difference in the reasons we’re interested in seeing or hearing about something, and the reasons we’re interested in eating something.

  2. I believe this theme of being blasé about the natural world and instead finding one’s attention consumed by artificial foodstuffs is also in 2001: A Space Odyssey, where Floyd and fellow travellers across the lunar surface fail to look out the windows at the natural wonders passing by (there’s lots of moon mountains about) but instead looking inwards and to discuss the fake ham and chicken sandwiches they are about to eat: “Yes, well they’re getting better at it all the time.”

  3. The two panels seem disjointed. Being interested in candy (and what kid isn’t) has no relationship to whether one is in awe of the wonders of nature.

  4. We are told the first robin is precious because it is rare, the conclusion is that “lots of robins” lose their value and are less worthy of being shared. “Lots of gummy fish” are less valuable to Caulfield because he has plenty of fish, which makes them more appropriate to be shared with a classmate who has none.

  5. OK, let me go sideways on this one. Look at the first panel, he looks like he is is trying to sneak a grab into Caulfield’s gummy fish bag. Caulfield says he just saw a robin (robbing). After a pause, he offers him one.

    A lot of these CIDUs are plays on words and common phrases. Cornered ends up here a lot over that.
    I may be way off, but that was my first thoughts.

  6. For some reason, recalling an incident of some decades ago. It was an event that included hot air balloons. Two guys were talking; one had a big dog on a leash who was pulling and barking madly at other dogs being walked past. Suddenly the dog became aware of a hot air balloon floating low, directly overhead. The dog goes silent and stares at it. He sits down and continues to stare. Suddenly he’s up and barking at other dogs again.

    I figured the dog’s thought process was as follows:
    1. Hey, spaniel! My turf!
    2. What’s that? It’s big.
    3. Is it going to eat me?
    4. Evidently not.
    5. Can I eat it?
    6. Can’t reach it.
    7. To hell with it.
    8. Hey, poodle! My turf!

  7. Reminiscent of my all-time favorite HI AND LOIS strip (possibly because it’s the only one I can recall actually being funny) in which the baby, Trixie, is looking out the window. Her thought balloons read approximately, in panel order:

    “Oh, wow, a BIRD!”

    “When you’re a little tiny baby, everything you see is thrilling!”

    “And there’s Another Bird! . . . and another bird . . . and another stupid bird. . . ”

    “Boy, THAT thrill sure wore off fast.”

  8. (VERY LONG, BUT FUNNY . . .)
    DIARY OF A SNOW SHOVELER

    December 8 – 6:00 PM
    It started snowing.  The first snow of the season and the wife and I took our cocktail drinks and sat for hours by the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven.  It looked like a Grandma Moses Print.  So romantic we felt like newlyweds again.  We love snow!

    December 9
    We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape.  What a fantastic sight!  Can there be a more lovely place in the whole world?  Moving here was the best idea I’ve ever had! Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a little boy again.  I cleared both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life!

    December 12
    The sun has melted all our lovely snow… Such a disappointment!  My neighbor tells me not to worry – we’ll definitely have a White Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful!  Bob says we’ll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I’ll never want to see snow again.  I don’t think that’s possible.  However, Bob is such a nice man, I’m glad he’s our neighbor.

    December 13
    Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night. The temperature dropped to -20F. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn’t realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I’ll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish I wouldn’t huff and puff so.

    December 15
    20 inches forecast for today.  I sold my van and bought a 4×4 Blazer.  Bought snow tires for the wife’s car and two extra shovels.  We stocked the freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out.  I think that’s extravagant. We aren’t in Alaska, after all.

    December 16
    Ice storm this morning.  Fell on my butt on the ice in the driveway putting down salt.  Hurt like hell. The wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.

    December 17
    Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere. Today the electricity was off for four hours.  We had to pile the blankets on to stay warm.  Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her.  Guess I should’ve bought a wood stove, but won’t admit it to her.  Gee I hate it when she’s right. I can’t believe I’m freezing to death in my own living room.

    December 20
    Yippee the electricity’s back on, but we had another 14 inches of the damn stuff last night.  More shoveling!  Took all day. The damn snowplow came by twice.  Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they’re too busy playing hockey.  I think they’re lying.  Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they’re out.  Might have another shipment in March.  I think they’re lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he’s lying.

    December 22
    Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white stuff fell today, and it’s so cold, it probably won’t melt till August.  Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to go to the bathroom.  By the time I got undressed, and dressed again, I was too tired to shovel.  Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter, but he says he’s too busy.  I think the asshole is lying.

    December 23
    Only two inches of snow today.  And it warmed up to zero.  The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning.  What is she, nuts?!!  Why didn’t she tell me to do that a month ago?  She says she did but I think she’s lying.

    December 24
    Six inches fell, but the snow was packed so hard by the snowplow, I broke my shovel.  Thought I was having a heart attack.  If I ever catch the son-of-a-bitch who drives that snowplow, I’ll drag him through the snow by his hair and beat him to death with my broken shovel.  I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I’ve just been!  Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was too busy watching for the damn snowplow.

    December 25 – Christmas Day
    Merry Christmas! Twenty more inches of the damn slop tonight Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil.  God, I hate the snow!  Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a bad attitude.  I think she’s a real idiot.  If I have to watch “It’s A Wonderful Life” one more time, I’m going to stuff her into the microwave.
    December 26
    Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here? It was all HER idea. She’s really getting on my nerves.

    December 27
    Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze; plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he only charged me $1,750 to replace four of my pipes.

    December 28
    Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. The BITCH is driving me crazy!!!

    December 29
    Ten more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in.  That’s the silliest thing I ever heard.  How dumb does he think I am?

    December 30
    Roof caved in.  I beat up the snowplow driver, and now he is suing me for a million dollars, not only for the beating I gave him, but also for trying to shove the broken snow shovel up his ass.  The wife went home to her mother.  Nine more inches predicted.

    December 31
    I set fire to what’s left of the house. No more shoveling.

    January 8
    Feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed???

  9. Andréa – Sounds like the winter of 2017-2018 (and a couple recently before it) around here. This is why husband now is terrified of snow.

  10. We have to shovel a path to the shed that the snowblower is kept in – which is less shoveling than when we had to shovel to the garage to get the snowblower. It is one of these lighter snowblowers with some sort of plastic or cloth (or combo) paddles instead of metal ones as Robert could no longer deal with the big, heavy ones with metal pieces rotating to clear the snow and he get upset when I try to run it instead of him. In deep snow I have to go ahead of him and knock down the higher snow for him to clear and then he can do the lower snow. We also have limited places to blow the snow – about 2/3 to 3/4 of the front of our house is our driveway and the snow on it has to be fit the remaining space. Even the semi-circle in the circular driveway has to be cleared as our van is parked on it – yes, we clear snow off of ground so the van can be taken out if needed.

    A few years ago he bought a roof rake to clear the snow. Okay, I get the concept. Our studio (aka the intended to be the family room) has a flat roof and even I get upset at noises we hear when it has a lot of snow on it. However, the only way to push or pull the snow off of it would be to be able to reach the roof either from the ground or by climbing out the upstairs hall window onto the roof and walk on it and push the snow off. we are both afraid of heights – when we put a TV antenna in the backyard for when the cable is out or the box is booting for an extended time – again – it sites on a pole about 5 feet off the ground instead of on this back room’s roof. The box with most most of the rake and the rake itself which was not in the box, has been in our side entry porch since. Best thing I could say about it is that since the box was standing up in front of the pail with the soda bottles waiting to returned – I could fit more bottles on top of the ones actually in the pail – as the standing box kept them from falling on the floor. He just finally put the rake in the shed in back (not the one that the snowblower is in). I am guessing I will not see it come out again unless it needs to be moved to find something.

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