Cowabunga
2023, Dude!!
This cartoon began as a simple idea but I eventually
had to wedge in an extra section just to clarify
the gist of the jape. That's why it's more extra-longy
than usual.
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According to calendopaedia.com the world's primary
calendar, for legal and business reasons, is the
old familiar 365-day Gregorian version. Six other
calendars seeing
regular
use are the Chinese, Hebrew, Islamic, Persian, Ethiopian
and the Balinese Pawukon.
It's too bad the Gregorian calendar wasn't initially
set according to some truly important event, like
a saucer landing or Atlantis rising from the depths.
Someday, when we're a more reasoned society, we'll
perhaps reconsider tying
ourselves to a more significant moment in time
than just another teenaged girl in the midst of Braxton-Hicks
contractions swearing she was a virgin.
I, for
one, think it's time for a reset based on something
really important, like the invention of the integrated
circuit or the
discovery
of the DNA molecule.
Hell, maybe even the discovery of fermented beverages.
We can all agree to that one, right?
While on the subject of calendars, I've always had
a funny hunch that printed calendars would soon
disappear, relegated to the burn pit due to the ever-widening
acceptance of smart phones.
But, no. According to
several sources revenues from calendar sales are
expected to rise for the near future. So both kittens
and buxom babes bearing power tools alike can look
forward to a long future of temporal-based residuals.
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And so we end the year 2022, beginning another 365-day
cycle guaranteed to offer, among other things, surprise,
terror, joy, confusion, sloth, gluttony, adultery,
bravery, cleanliness and, most important, irreverence.
I want to thank all you Pencil-Necks, from the bottom
of my left-handed heart, for sticking around
this past year to both keep me honest and to bloat
my log
stats. Some day they just might be worth something.
And while I'm on the subject of relative worth,
if anyone else is foolish enough to desire the singular
achievement
of becoming a patron of
this little exercise in democracy,
don't let me stop you. (Believe me, I will not stop
you. "Stop?". Don't even know the meaning of the
word.)
See you on the other side, beloveds.
=Lefty=
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