May 11th, 2013

Indignant Candiru

Sunday, 12 May 2013

Lynn chooses to celebrate Mothers' Day by having Elly, Connie and Annie complain about the crap that they have to endure; this means that we can expect a Lynnsight in which it's decreed that only WE MOMS can ever understand the thankless task of being a mother or know the pain that comes from the sure knowledge that WE MOMS will only be thanked for our tireless efforts at our memorial services.

(Strip Number 7159, Original Publication Date, 13 May 1984)

Panel 1: We find Elly, Connie, and Anne having coffee and discussing the difficulties of being wives and mothers. Anne leads off by telling Connie that Steve had promised to pull his weight as regards dealing with the children at night and does so in his fashion.

Panel 2: Steve's contribution is to get up on one elbow and nudge her so that she can attend to the baby.

Panel 3: Annie talks about how every day, it's the same thing in that her children fight over the stupidest things; Elly wonders if they have to wait until the kids are grown before they get along. (That sounds about right because after they're twenty, Mike is no longer Liz's primary caregiver.)

Panel 4: Connie says that she doesn't mind laundry but hates ironing; Elly counters with a statement about how if God had wanted her to iron, he wouldn't have invented permanent press.

Panel 5: We switch to an external shot as Elly complains bitterly about the irony of how no one praises her for her gore-may cooking but if she heats chili from a can, she's the next Julia Child; Connie and Annie agree that that bites.

Panel 6: Connie then discusses a crude comment Ted made about how he's baffled that she doesn't look anything like the girl in a commercial when she gets up. Elly and Annie both agree that that's grounds for murder.

Panel 7: Connie and Elly talk about the desirability of having an apartment of their own where they don't have to pick up after unappreciative men and children.

Panel 8: More conversation in much the same vein is indicated by unsound effects.

Panel 9: Elly smiles and thought-bubbles that everyone needs a support group.

Summary: I think it's fairly safe to say that we're in for a master-work of mommy-jacking this time out. We could even have her comment about how her children are only now finally realizing what their mother (i.e. Ruth) did for them. Also, where are the children? I remember one time about eighteen years ago where this question became really, really important and want an answer that isn't "You got me" from the brains trust we see here.
Multnomah Falls: summer

Stephen King and I weigh in on becoming a musician

Re playing by ear vs. learning.

Stephen King, in his autobiography, "On Writing," told of how his son would practice his musical instrument every day, as he was told to, and at the end of his assigned time, put the instrument away in its case and went and did something else.  Even though he played well and progressed in his lessons, King knew that his son was not a musician, because he didn't play for the fun of it, he didn't play unless it was the designated practice time.

I relied on sheet music, because I wasn't familiar with a lot of songs. We had one radio station in my little town, and the selection was eccentric, and my mom's records, while I enjoyed listening to them from time to time, I didn't enjoy them enough to listen to them long enough to have the songs stuck in my head.  I taught myself a few television theme songs, while my dad wanted me to play the Bird from "Peter and the Wolf."  Which I was vaguely familiar with, but not enough.

There was nothing stopping Mike from playing by ear.  All he had to do, like countless others before him, was to take his horn and go play it, on his own.  At his age, the lessons' main points would be to teach him how to finger notes.  He could have learned how to play instead of blat, but he didn't want to learn.  Like a lot of other kids, he thought that it would come naturally, and he wouldn't have to work at it.  And his parents expected the same.

I knew that once I could read music, I could play any sheet music, and for a while, my parents bought me easy to read Christmas song books, and sheet music of their favorite songs for me to play, and the music book for my favorite record (Simon and Garfunkle's Greatest Hits).  I saw no such encouragement from the martyred Patterson parents.  As for me, after decades of not playing, I've taken up the electronic keyboard, and am now trying to get back to where I left off.  I got the Christmas song book back, but--alas!--the S & G book got lost in a move and hasn't been seen since.
  • Current Music
    To Emily, wherever I may find her (by Simon and Garfunkle)