The Garfield Debate

It being Monday and all... I need to solve this Garfield debate that took place on Saturday night.

Everyone knows that Garfield hates Mondays. That is cultural common knowledge. Everyone also knows that he loves lasagna. And that he hates Odie, and that he thinks that John Arbuckle is kind of a loser (man, I really wish that I could have remembered John's last night when I was a few drinks deep on Saturday - that would have been impressive).

But what most people don't know about Garfield is that he loves coffee. Because most people have only a cursory knowledge of Garfield. But I have read many a Garfield comic strip, because I feel that Garfield is the fictional character that is most similar to me. I need to win this one.

This weekend was fantastic. The first of many graduation celebrations to come, no doubt. Just because I graduated a year ago doesn't mean that I can't celebrate with this year's graduates!

Considering I spent all of Friday counting down the minutes until the end of the day, I'm going to have to actually do something productive at work today. Does extensive Garfield research count as something productive? It should.

Once in a while it crosses my mind that when I move away at the end of this summer there is a good chance that I will never see any of these people again (save for the few that I will move away with). It's sad, but mostly it's invigorating. To know that you can stuff some boxes with your earthly possessions, hit the road and start over.

I can be a vagabond if I want. I can be in perpetual motion, stopping only to wrestle with a rattlesnake in the desert or drink a Budweiser on the banks of a Louisiana river.

I actually did drink a Budweiser on the banks of a Louisiana river once. The rived faded in to a large swamp. I remember walking around this property and walking down this long, skinny dock and that led you out to the swamp. At then end of the dock you could stand there and know that the murky green surrounding you had been the same, murky and green, forever. It was spooky and damp, and like being in a different world. It was the end of August, and the people who lived on this tiny back road spent all day sitting outside, soaking up the humidity and talking. Small town livin'.

I just got lost in my memory of that place for a minute or two, and it will probably be the highlight of my day. Depressing, eh? But the sushi I plan to eat for lunch will take a close second. Oh, I do need to get out here. If memories and food are the best part of my day... that's a problem.

-JZ