Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for November 10, 2014

Adults are stupid that way.

Whenever I wanted a book, my father would say, “So why did you get a library card?” It taught me how to delay gratification and how to use the library’s catalog, but I swear this is why I’m an Amazon junkie now.

I learned to read in First Grade. But before that I do remember looking at books and wondering what the marks on the pages meant. The ascenders and descenders, especially the “g” squiggles, fascinated me. (I can still briefly get that old sensation if I turn a printed page to look at it upside down.) I wanted to read them so bad, and I still do.

My daughter had to wait for holidays for toys, but we would always buy her books.

Hand him the newspaper. Reality looks nothing like what is depicted within its pages. It is hallucinogens for the literate.

I’m so going to try this the NEXT opportunity I get.