Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for July 20, 2012

I think, ego I am.

One synapse at a time.

I think therefore I Think I am!

I read about a dating service that sends you to a farm to pull weeds. Hope they got rid of the fire ants.

Looks like a pay-by-the-hour ride. I hope those couples know how long it will last.(and the same could be said about marriage)

That doesn’t look like Captain Merrill Stubing.

… playing “It’s a Small World” to make it all the better.

Gentlemen, please watch your verbiage, there are kids here!

Looks like the “Tunnel of Love” (and yes, I feel a Dire Straits song coming on…); and lest I forget — #&*^#%@$?!?#&* (don’t know what I said there, but it might be pretty dirty! Or else, the meaning of life, whatever.

Ah, the sea of love….a good title for a song and a movie.

…..ah, yes….. the Dark side…..

It looks to me like something Doc Martin would say. I happen to think this is a pretty funny strip in a been-there-done-that kind of way!

Somewhere lurking in that tunnel is a stereotypical mother constantly asking, “When are you getting married???”

In case of insufficient flotation, use the nearest American as a pontoon…

“When I heard the learn’d biochemist…”—apologies to Big Walt

The restricted to sign = manic depressives only.on the roller coaster and merry-go-round

Cultural expectations? Damn, I am the worst at that…..

“It’s just a comment on “Todays Frilly-Pantied Politically-Correct” signs, fer cripes sake !”

Uh, I think not. This is far more cynical, it’s defining “Love” as a psychological aberration, brought on by biochemistry and social conformity. That’s why it’s the “State of Mind Fair”, and why there’s a psychotherapist at the entrance.

The PC version might read “Tunnel of Mutual Respect, Regard and Fulfillment Between Fully-Individuated Equals.”

Well, OK, it is who you is…..

Speaking of cultural expectations, can we tell Jewish mother jokes?

It’s just plain funny :-)

Bazinga!

I know you are; but what am I?

“What is wrong with that?”

Nothing at all (apart from being cumbersome; if it were adopted universally, the Beatles’ “All You Need Is Mutual Respect, Regard and Fulfillment with a Fully-Individuated Equal” would fill up an entire album side).

“Love” should be that, certainly. But “Love” is also pheromone-fried synapses and cultural expectations, and includes Obsessive Love, Love/Hate, Co-Dependence, Random Horniness, and other sorts of “Bad Love.” Love hurts. Love stinks. Only love can break your heart. If I never loved I never would have cried. But love makes the world go ’round, nonetheless.