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When I go visit my parentsā and grandparentsā graves this time of year itās a dismal experience: bare trees, dormant grass, last summerās flowers wilting in elaborate urns. The gray sky above is the same color as the cold stones below. Depressing, yes, but then I remember ā Iām still here. For now. And as long as there is life, there is hope.
Happy endings are for sappy Hallmark movies and seedy massage parlors. Maybe set your sights a liiitle higher. Bringing levity and kindness to others is often a good place to start, and you do that here, everyday.
Except for the Never-ending Story. It doesnāt end. But, then, thatās fiction. So maybe it does end.
What I would not venture to do at this locus on the space-time continuum is to assume I knew already the āendā which has not yet been written. The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on. Or anyway so says Omar Khayyam. But he was rather optimistic, methinksā¦.
Since you are thinking aloud again, yes. That is correct. The story is not over. This time it is not a direct threat to Froglandia. It is a scheme by people around here, including your Mr. Ossifin, to capture and kill one of the most rare creatures on the face of the Earth, and at a scale that would certainly render them extinct. That would be the Froglandian Gigantic Farting Frog, or Amphibius Flatus Gigantus. As you know, this very boggy zone at the Froglandia border is the only place that they thrive. The unique flora and fauna, especially the insects and the comix brush, are essential to their existence. The intention is to market them as unique and rare in various ways. They have already captured several, and experimented with utilizing everything but the squeal. They believe that they have a lucrative market awaiting them, and a costly rarity with which to fill it.
Seeking happiness at the end of the story is following a will-oā-the-wisp. So many people think they will be happy after the next promotion, after the next graduation, after the next move, after the next job, after the next relationship, after the next car, after the next therapist, and then they get bitter and angry because that happiness seems always to elude them. The proof of this is that people can be at peace and fulfilled in the most wildly varying situations: wealth, poverty, health, sickness, companionship, loneliness, or a combination of any of them. Happiness comes from a sense of alignment with what is, and doing oneās very best with whatever tools are on the table in front of us, in the present moment, because life is a the most capricious game of chutes and ladders ever invented.
Iām reminded of the famous quote [not by John Lennon, itās still unsourced]: āWhen I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down āhappyā. They told me I didnāt understand the assignment, and I told them they didnāt understand life.ā
What you have today, what you are doing today, may be gone tomorrow. What you are is your choice in every moment.
King Henry VIII had black swans on the grounds. When he held feasts, he ordered the swans to be cooked and served. Once a sadistic bastard, always a sadistic bastard!
Hugh B. Hayve about 3 years ago
ā¦.But there is to my massage.
Plods with ...ā¢ about 3 years ago
Mine too
Howard'sMyHero about 3 years ago
Begs the question: Why so pessimistic on your 15th anniversary ā¦? REMEMBER THE POSTCARDS ā¦!!!
Radish... about 3 years ago
A lack of happy endings can be very frustrating.
InquireWithin about 3 years ago
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
InquireWithin about 3 years ago
Swan song?
InquireWithin about 3 years ago
When I go visit my parentsā and grandparentsā graves this time of year itās a dismal experience: bare trees, dormant grass, last summerās flowers wilting in elaborate urns. The gray sky above is the same color as the cold stones below. Depressing, yes, but then I remember ā Iām still here. For now. And as long as there is life, there is hope.
willie_mctell about 3 years ago
āIāll never get out of this world alive.ā Hank Williams. āThereās no life after birth.āāMe.
6turtle9 about 3 years ago
Happy endings are for sappy Hallmark movies and seedy massage parlors. Maybe set your sights a liiitle higher. Bringing levity and kindness to others is often a good place to start, and you do that here, everyday.
Happy Birthday Frog Applause! We Love You!
Ninette about 3 years ago
Weāll all be forsaken and never know why.
Peam Premium Member about 3 years ago
Happy 15th Birthday, FA!
Peam Premium Member about 3 years ago
And Happy Holidays, Teresa!
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 3 years ago
Thatās a great Swan Tenders recipe!
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr about 3 years ago
Have I really been applauding frogs for almost 15 years?(I donāt think I discovered the strip until some 8 months after itās premiere.)
Flippers donāt fail me now!
*Space Madness at The Station* about 3 years ago
Old wounds never fade away, they just die.
Happly ever after is for fairy tale creations.
I hope domestic abuse would not enter except in fairy tales. A real cliff hanger the a powerful climax and then the good guys win.
Sisyphos about 3 years ago
As the story ends, so it ends.
Except for the Never-ending Story. It doesnāt end. But, then, thatās fiction. So maybe it does end.
What I would not venture to do at this locus on the space-time continuum is to assume I knew already the āendā which has not yet been written. The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on. Or anyway so says Omar Khayyam. But he was rather optimistic, methinksā¦.
Bill Thompson about 3 years ago
Allās well that never ends.
tudza Premium Member about 3 years ago
A swan song?
3hourtour Premium Member about 3 years ago
ā¦this Frog Applause reminds of the movie, āElectra Glide In Blueāā¦
ā¦or, the short story, āThe Jilting of Granny Weatherallāā¦
ā¦or Van Gogh, for that matterā¦
ā¦OK, maybe even ,āRogue Oneāā¦
ā¦Iām gonna fool them allā¦
ā¦in my last hours of lifeā¦
ā¦whether through violent means or notā¦
ā¦Iām going happilyā¦
ā¦screw āemā¦
ā¦Iāll least have thatā¦[ Bert to Ernie on a very special episode of Sesame Street]ā¦
*Space Madness at The Station* about 3 years ago
Birtha donāt you give me any more crap todayā¦
descabro about 3 years ago
Long as youāre still here itās too soon to tell. But in the end no one has a happy ending.
*Space Madness at The Station* about 3 years ago
A round of popsicles frog pie .
coltish1 about 3 years ago
So, stay in the middle of your story.
*Space Madness at The Station* about 3 years ago
Spend the spinning planet with gusto because it is a musto.
*Space Madness at The Station* about 3 years ago
Superstition, positive thinking, and a glass of wine.
Radish... about 3 years ago
And they didnāt live happily ever after.
Howard'sMyHero about 3 years ago
Today is Shorts Day ā¦ put on your Happy Shorts ā¦!
6turtle9 about 3 years ago
Fingers medium size man in cracker or in deep hot fat. Recipe for plumage.
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 3 years ago
Since you are thinking aloud again, yes. That is correct. The story is not over. This time it is not a direct threat to Froglandia. It is a scheme by people around here, including your Mr. Ossifin, to capture and kill one of the most rare creatures on the face of the Earth, and at a scale that would certainly render them extinct. That would be the Froglandian Gigantic Farting Frog, or Amphibius Flatus Gigantus. As you know, this very boggy zone at the Froglandia border is the only place that they thrive. The unique flora and fauna, especially the insects and the comix brush, are essential to their existence. The intention is to market them as unique and rare in various ways. They have already captured several, and experimented with utilizing everything but the squeal. They believe that they have a lucrative market awaiting them, and a costly rarity with which to fill it.
Sisyphos about 3 years ago
And the beat goes on. Thus endeth Day 2ā¦.
The Old Wolf about 3 years ago
Seeking happiness at the end of the story is following a will-oā-the-wisp. So many people think they will be happy after the next promotion, after the next graduation, after the next move, after the next job, after the next relationship, after the next car, after the next therapist, and then they get bitter and angry because that happiness seems always to elude them. The proof of this is that people can be at peace and fulfilled in the most wildly varying situations: wealth, poverty, health, sickness, companionship, loneliness, or a combination of any of them. Happiness comes from a sense of alignment with what is, and doing oneās very best with whatever tools are on the table in front of us, in the present moment, because life is a the most capricious game of chutes and ladders ever invented.
Iām reminded of the famous quote [not by John Lennon, itās still unsourced]: āWhen I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down āhappyā. They told me I didnāt understand the assignment, and I told them they didnāt understand life.ā
What you have today, what you are doing today, may be gone tomorrow. What you are is your choice in every moment.
I have written this to myself, so I remember.
!!ĒlÉā about 3 years ago
Mmmmā¦ Swan tenders!! With barbecue dipping sauce, please!! (Happy birthday, FA!!)
3hourtour Premium Member about 3 years ago
ā¦donāt listen to the swan songā¦
ā¦swans are nasty beasts known to attack people whom they get bothered byā¦
ā¦ seductiveā¦
ā¦Iād rather trust a snake in the grassā¦
ā¦and I donāt trust āthemā at allā¦
ā¦live life accordinglyā¦
FLIGHT SUIT about 3 years ago
Damn, this is dark.
Zebrastripes about 3 years ago
King Henry VIII had black swans on the grounds. When he held feasts, he ordered the swans to be cooked and served. Once a sadistic bastard, always a sadistic bastard!
mengelji about 3 years ago
Bah! Donāt resent the future ā remember what Gogol said, āā¦the last line of every story was: āAnd nothing would ever be the same again.ā