Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for September 28, 2013

His headgear appears to be an empty tub of “I can’t believe it’s not butter”.

This will not have a happy landing

To the wall!

To the Pavement !!!

There is an art, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

The first part is easy. All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and the willingness not to mind that it’s going to hurt.

That is, it’s going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground. Most people fail to miss the ground, and if they are really trying properly, the likelihood is that they will fail to miss it fairly hard.

Clearly, it is the second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.

One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It’s no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won’t. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else when you’re halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it’s going to hurt if you fail to miss it.

It is notoriously difficult to prize your attention away from these three things during the split second you have at your disposal. Hence most people’s failure, and their eventual disillusionment with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.

If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily distracted at the crucial moment by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs (tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal inclination) or a bomb going off in your vicinity, or by suddenly spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above it in what might seem to be a slightly foolish manner.

This is a moment for superb and delicate concentration. Bob and float, float and bob. Ignore all consideration of your own weight simply let yourself waft higher. Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because they are unlikely to say anything helpful. They are most likely to say something along the lines of “Good God, you can’t possibly be flying!” It is vitally important not to believe them or they will suddenly be right.

Waft higher and higher. Try a few swoops, gentle ones at first, then drift above the treetops breathing regularly.

DO NOT WAVE AT ANYBODY.

When you have done this a few times you will find the moment of distraction rapidly easier and easier to achieve.

You will then learn all sorts of things about how to control your flight, your speed, your maneuverability, and the trick usually lies in not thinking too hard about whatever you want to do, but just allowing it to happen as if it were going to anyway.

You will also learn about how to land properly, which is something you will almost certainly screw up, and screw up badly, on your first attempt.

Nice cowl. I can’t believe it’s not Bucky!

Bucky has gone bats (as if he wasn’t before).

I thought that sounded familliar,couldn’t quite place it.

I’m trying to remember what Arthur Dent saw that distracted him the first time he flew. Maybe someone wearing a tee shirt that said, “I’m like a mental gas explosion!”

fifteen seconds on youtube would let him know this is not a good idea.

hahahaha! I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!

“to the window” next “to the sidewalk … fast”

Ah, Forbin Project, and to think I really thought you were on to something. I’ll have to file this in the “Too good to be true” file.

I hope Satch sends Algernon some flowers.

“I can’t believe it’s not Bucky?”

Actually, it’s a little learning is a dangerous thing.A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking largely sobers us again.

Hey! Does anyone know how I can find a copy of the strip that has Bucky complaining about the tv show being so Belgium?

To the Bat Cave Robin!