When my son told me about his puzzle-alarm clock last month, I thought this was a new thing. I suppose if they’re already satirizing it in LuAnn, that simply means I was the last person on the planet not to know they existed.
I would wager this does exist somewhere in some form.
What’s it been, just over six years that he’s been giving people my e-mail address instead of his own?
This isn’t rocket science.
My policy now is to simply ignore anything that doesn’t seem like an absolute emergency.
Mr. Hillburn had some far better options here, I think.
I suspect he was cajoled into seeing the movie by his nine-year-old daughter, hated it, and decided that this way not only could he get a comic out of it, but he could write off the tickets as a business expense.