Because I sure as shit am, god bless our anti corporate anti syndicate friend Bill Watterson and his steadfast refusal to turn C&H into a cash cow juggernaut that would have dwarfed Garfield and been twice as syrupy in the end.
Because I sure as shit am, god bless our anti corporate anti syndicate friend Bill Watterson and his steadfast refusal to turn C&H into a cash cow juggernaut that would have dwarfed Garfield and been twice as syrupy in the end.
It’s why I was drawn to the comics in the first place. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a depiction of childhood before or since that nails what being a kid is really about–being bored, being scared, being ignored, never taken seriously, and always trying to participate in the world but understanding little of it, being wrested out of reverie by obligations foisted upon you constantly. What really blows my mind is that Bill Watterson didn’t even have a kid until after he finished the comic. His child is very lucky to have a great dad.