In college I was introduced to Exploding Dog. I asked for and received one of his books for christmas. I have misplaced it (read, it’s in that basement somewhere). This summer Sam took part in Layer Tennis, one of my favorite things on the internet. I forgot about his work. It was really great to be reminded of him. My sources have linked me to another one of his daily-ish comics, Dog Hates Me. I’m astonished at how great it is. Sam is a very talented man, but I thought maybe I grew out of that sense of humor somehow. I’m consistently smiling/laughing at every post.
I need to call Adam back. I think I’ll do that now…when I’m through with this very essential blog post.
You are what you like or You’re only as good as your taste or Something in Latin that Makes Me Sound Smart. I guess I don’t always believe this, because I know plenty of people that I find to be very wonderful people, who have very different taste than I do. I tend to (I blame college for this), tell them they have bad taste when it doesn’t align with my own. I know it’s horrible and confrontational, but it’s also a little bit funny. How can one taste be any worse than another. It’s your opinion, it can’t be wrong–unless it is.
Taste is, was, and will be fascinating to me. How can we get along if we don’t agree on what is good? We just do. We argue about it. We agree that I’m right and you’re full of it. We agree that I’m full of it and you’re right. It all comes back to House, MD. That’s right, the TV show. I won’t get into it because I bang that drum too often, but it’s true, taste can change. Sometimes it doesn’t though, and that’s weird.
