Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for January 13, 2013

If it’s 20 acres, I’ll take it

Only help is to get better!! Draw the landscape, perhaps he’ll take it!!

Pure genius.

Eyes right. It really is for sale. -→

Is this how a 6-year-old would talk?

I never realized it till now but thats probably my problem too why try to improve perfection .

Hobbes always must annoy POOR little Calvin!

Hobbes dun want a million Dollars… ha ha

who can join me on Facebook pls @TanDha suwan….

How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?

Three. One to fill the bathtub and the other to paint the giraffe.

Art? What the hell is it? Art doesn’t existe, Calvin. There are no two people who have same definition, so…

Calvin will grow to be an art critic for The New Yorker.

I agree with Calvin on his thoughts about art. Most of isn’t worth the canvas it is painted on and as for the rest it is interesting but at best worth maybe $10.00 a piece.

Hahahahahaha!

You tell him. Calvin. You tell him!

xxx

Would like to hear Watterson expound on furniture design. There may be a bunch in Hobbes declining the offer of a natural surrounding,but does such an alter ego go contrarian in his choices or what appeals?Watterson does,or did,wonderful furnishings.

So a 100 foot by 100 foot section of snow. Sounds like a good deal to me, I’ll take it!

“who is putting on whom” – ask Hobbes.

Po-mo hits the comics page!

I love his snow sculptures.

they’re so pretty

In 1974 I created a conceptual art piece called “Nothing”. It consisted of nothing at all. Price was one million dollars. I never did manage to sell it, so it’s still available if anyone is interested.

Oh, so the logo is in Calvin’s handwriting!

‘Air sculpture’. I’ve already seen it.

’snow sculpture!

Since when would a boy Calvin’s age use a stick to right his name in the snow … if you know what I mean …

Calvin is having target practice: throwing eggs against the living room wall. He sees that Mom has just come in, teeth all clenched…“O, O GOD, I AM SO SORRY, PUH-LEASE, FORGIVE ME! MAKE MOM GO AWAY, MAKE MOM GO AWAY…”Calvin sulking on his bed (Mom having just put him there)… “Hmph! See if I ever go to one of those church things!”