I grew up in Los Angeles and always wished I'd spent a childhood in a far different place.

The universe throws us some obvious little pitches sometimes, and we need to be awake enough not to let them slip by.

I hate smoothies. Because they won't offer Firestone IPA beer as an ingredient.

My kids hear me behind my door, giggling like an idiot, and they roll their eyes at the blatant indignity of it all.

I can say that even in the midst of my most cynical comic stripping: Opus shone through with a bit of heart, anchoring the ugly proceedings with a comforting pull of emotion.

I'd be a Libertarian, if they weren't all a bunch of tax-dodging professional whiners.

And just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.