Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for March 06, 2025

Seems like such a small thing to worry about…..

2nd panel, and alot broken before they are stumps.

The large boxes of Crayolas have built-in sharpeners.

That’s why you buy 2 boxes of crayons. You keep one box pristine and you can read the colors on the label.

Calvin, think of the unfortunate kids in poor countries that can only get used crayons.

Especially with the color commentary, Calvin.

A crayon is safe in its unopened box. But that’s not what crayons are made for.

Calvin (or is that Lord Kelvin) discovers entropy.

When the kid’s right, he’s right.

Think how you bring flowers to someone so they can watch them die.

This is an old Easter Egg in the world of Macintosh computers. Back when versions 7 through 9 of the operating system were used, there was a control panel item named “Color Picker”. When opened, it presented you with a virtual crayon box and settings you can adjust to meet your needs. If you were to adjust the date in the system clock forwards over the years or decades, once you go back into Color Picker, you’ll notice how much progression of each crayon being worn down to a near stub of a piece.

Deep thinker!!!!

Except for the White and “Clear” crayon. Those seem to stay fairly intact…

The things we used to worry about as a kid.

Ha ! Wait ‘till you’re grown up, Cal, and we’ll see what kind of indistinguishable stump YOU become !!!

The musings of an adult who made millions with his art, looking back on his childhood traumas.

If you think that’s tragic, Calvin, ask your dad about Trump…

Life is tough.

On the other hand, maybe the worn down, smudged state is the most beautiful and wondrous.

What’s “tragic” about a person using an inanimate object to do something enjoyable? Calvin loves to give human traits to such objects (such as his doll). He also seems to think there’s something sad about the fact that using a crayon uses it up, a variation of complaining that one cannot have one’s cake and eat it too.

A metaphor. This is life.

Calvin, are you forgetting about the crayons you left in the car? On the ledge by the back window? In the summer sun?

Our dog used to eat my crayons, if I left them where she could get them. The lawn had all these colorful piles in the spring.

Life is like a crayon.

A new pack of 64 different, brilliant colors with embedded sharpener was the elementary-school crack of the ’50s.

Calvin can feel empathy for a crayon. That’s a good sign. We have way to many sociopaths running around loose as it is.

Following the law of increasing entropy.

And don’t ever forget it.

Such is life, Calvin!

It’s the little things that seem to count the most.

Cal’s having a ‘down’ time. But, given his fractious nature, his next battle with life will begin in about a minute.

I suppose it depends on your perspective. We’re meant to get worn down and mixed with other colors. That’s not tragic, it’s a life well lived.

Agreed, Cal. Agreed.