The hidden joke of this comic, of course, is that this sort of peacefulness never happens. Never. Not even once again for the rest of your life.
‘During the whole ordeal she was writing a novella. It’s not all that great, really, and there are a handful of pretty serious character flaws and a significantly noticeable plot hole, but seriously… She was in the midst of labor and she wrote a novella, you know? It’s only 87 pages, but it’s tightly condensed — Norah has a really efficient way of writing. It’s about this detective with OCD and has a vendetta against… You know what? I don’t need to sell you on ‘Nova Scotian Tundra Homicide’, because the title does literally all the selling’
Not a surprising revelation: If you have friends who are crude and crass, they will not act that way in front of a newborn child. Another non-surprising revelation… Kind of everybody is crude and crass? Sure, there are levels of offensiveness, and there are surely some people who are perfect angels, but… My wife is like the nicest, most polite person, but when she’s with friends she talks only about butts. It’s like, enough with the butts already.
My wife and I had a fairly easy path with regards to names for our son, but I was always very taken aback by how every single name you can imagine has an association tied to it. I’d say something like ‘what do you think about Carson’ and she’d say ‘no, I’m sorry, Carson is the name of a guy I went to college with who was a little handsy and smelled like peanut butter’, and she’d say something like ‘how do you feel about Garrison’ and I’d be all ‘no thank you, Garrison sounds a little bit too much like a man between the ages of 75 and 85 who speaks too often and too passionately about the Civil Rights Movement but on the wrong side’. It’s helpful, in the fact that it’s easy to parse down names to get to the one you want, but man you also realize just how many people have names you hate.
Not pictured — The 60 second ‘Beautiful Mind’-style montage of Lester going down to City Hall and rooting through file cabinets, files spread all over the desk… Microficheing the hell out of some old real estate listings and police reports. Unclear on the specific song playing during the montage, but it’s definitely NOT ‘Taking Care of Business’, because I’m trying to run a humorous comic, here, not lowest-common-denominator satire for dummies.