The horrors persist, but so do we

thinking about that one wordless calvin and hobbes sunday strip thats just calvins dad ditching his work to go play in the snow... its going to make me cry

”#I LOVE that the comic keeps the lens on Calvin’s dad to the degree of not even showing Calvin’s excited face when his dad surprises him, #You can see the joy and excitement of the moment in his pose and reflected in his dad’s expression, #it’s a great little artistic decision, #I realized what gets me about it it’s the hat covering his dad’s head and hair so the dad just looks like Calvin. #you don’t HAVE to show Calvin! You already see him in the dad becoming a kid for a moment you only have to draw that once”

I often think of myself as having like. Really low social draw distance. Like you know how sometimes you'll be playing a poorly optimised computer game on suboptimal hardware and to make it playable you have to move the draw distance way down so you can only see about ten metres in front of your character? That's me, but instead of the environment, it's just. The broader context of literally anything that is happening. If I'm supposed to pick it up by implication, I promise I haven't. If it's a connection that anyone would draw, I probably didn't. I know how to crochet in a star shape and make vaguely amusing Tumblr posts. Everything else out there is under Fog of War.