In reply to Tru .

He’s drying his tears. Robie is a sentimental li’l stinker, after all.

Is … is … is Robbie blowing his (nose) with Larry’s collar? Or at least blotting his eyes?

In reply to Charlie .

Yes. That makes perfect sense to me, seriously.

In reply to Hipopotamo .

Edison has a lot of people who care for her. And some (cough cough Eleanor and Reade) who don’t, but still wish her well. But ultimately, she can’t do this for them. She has to do it for herself. Let’s hope she reaches out for help when she needs it, because all of them would gladly lend a hand. Or tentacle.

In reply to Delta-v .

Chickens? That’s right, Thursday night is coming up in the GK world. Time to get out the dice and play a little T & T. Mount up the mighty war chickens!
To answer your question, no. No chickens next time. I can say no more.

In reply to Dragonsreach .

Yes she does. But she’s getting handed a golden, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here.
That part’ll be easy. It’s the follow-up where things get scary.

In reply to Tru .

Oh, tell me about it. I quit smoking years ago, and still haven’t lost the weight. I know exactly what you mean about the disconnect, Tru.
And thank god I don’t much like alcohol either. I used to, but when I quit smoking I quit drinking too.
Now if I could just quit pizza…

In reply to Klem .

It was a halfhearted yes. A yes and a no at the same time. She knows she needs to quit, but she doesn’t necessarily want to. I mean, she doesn’t want to give up getting drunk. Part of that is a simple resistance to change.
Or maybe she knows that she’s going to do it no matter what, but she wants to exert her will anyway.

Was it a ‘yes?’ Odd, reading it I saw it as a ‘no.’ Maybe that says something about me, but I felt she was rejecting the pressure.

But carry on, sir, you’re the cartoonist here! lol

Oddly enough, I can be Edison sometimes. I’m overweight (by quite a lot) and am perfectly capable of actively stuffing my face while telling myself all the benefits of losing (mumble-mumble) pounds. It’s like there’s some kind of disconnect between what I know I NEED to do, and what I ACTUALLY do. And even though I’m obviously aware of the disconnect, it just … doesn’t change anything.

Thank god I don’t like alcohol.