Y’know, Dana, I enjoyed all the thoughts you included in the Ozy and Millie books about your artistic maturation, but I also thought they were about subtleties I didn’t really get and didn’t need to. I still think that, mostly; but Marigold’s expression in the last panel is freakin’ awesome.
“Trees, swayin’ in a summer breeze, showin’ off their silver leaves as we walk by. Sweet, sleepy warmth of summer nights, gazing at the distant lights in the starry sky…They say that all good things must end, some day…but when the rain beats against the window pane I’ll think of summer days again, and dream of you.” Yeah; they were right: they did, and it did and I did. More than 50 years later and I can still go back. Thank you, Chad and Jeremy.
Averagemoe over 4 years ago
Every boy band in existence has tried that. And it always ends up unclear who the message was meant for.
codycab over 4 years ago
We’ll never hear what Ringo sounds like, will we? Unless he sounds like Ringo Starr?
Antiyonder over 4 years ago
And right about now, Max feels crushed and doesn’t understand why:-).
if(comicStrip == "funny") {return "laughter";} over 4 years ago
Perhaps Ringo can help explain stevie’s perspective “You know I’m talking ’bout boyysss!” (I’m just going to make Beatles jokes for this whole arc)
Troglodyte over 4 years ago
Well, here’s hoping Phoebe and Stevie make music together!
mistie710 over 4 years ago
He did do. Didn’t he? Yes, he did. Did he though? I think he did.
Granwy over 4 years ago
Y’know, Dana, I enjoyed all the thoughts you included in the Ozy and Millie books about your artistic maturation, but I also thought they were about subtleties I didn’t really get and didn’t need to. I still think that, mostly; but Marigold’s expression in the last panel is freakin’ awesome.
craigwestlake over 4 years ago
I tried “saying it with flowers” once, but my ex threw the cactus back at me…
asrialfeeple over 4 years ago
“I have to say I’m crushing on you in a song” Beg your pardon, Jim Croce.
dogday Premium Member over 4 years ago
“Trees, swayin’ in a summer breeze, showin’ off their silver leaves as we walk by. Sweet, sleepy warmth of summer nights, gazing at the distant lights in the starry sky…They say that all good things must end, some day…but when the rain beats against the window pane I’ll think of summer days again, and dream of you.” Yeah; they were right: they did, and it did and I did. More than 50 years later and I can still go back. Thank you, Chad and Jeremy.