Inspired by my friend Chris’s brilliant Permanent Monday Garfield love/analaysis blog, and by the Comics Curmudgeon, here are five comments on five randomly-selected comics.

Ah, women. We’re always shopping. Also, why does an eight-year-old have a job?

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In this universe, the mere mention of the word spring causes the colorless, barren skyscape, with its cinnamon-bun sun blazing down upon our heroes, to blossom into the (robin’s egg?) blue of spring. Was it some sort of eclipse? Sadly, the robin’s acknowledgement of his own inaccuracy takes us back to square one. In this universe, correcting others turns their white skies blue.

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Ah, lawyers. They’re always expecting financial reimbursement for representing clients in court.

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It’s weird how the frisbee in the title panel is flying straight at the dog’s butt. This comic strip reminds me of college, when I lived in an apartment with three members of the Ultimate Frisbee club, and I was studying linguistics, in which the word “penultimate” comes up a lot. This is the only comic of the 5 that I genuinely enjoyed.

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Ah, women. We’re so violent. Also, are the girl’s pigtails purposely askew, or does her hairdresser just do shoddy work? Are the kids siblings, or is it just a coincidence that they have the same trifecta of diseased cheek skin? Finally, what’s up with the position of the beaten-up guy’s left wrist? Is he woman-bashing due to self-loathing of his own homosexual tendancies?