Perhaps it’s us. Maybe our view of a Dickensian world is unfairly bleak. Maybe the gray browns of orphanages and back alleys are our projection. Or maybe it’s this quote: The $113 million project will recreate the Victorian era when young children worked in sweatshops, Britain ruled over a vast empire and Dickens penned classic works like “Bleak House” and “The Pickwick Papers.” Yes. Nothing like spending the day buying overpriced beverages and standing in line to ride the sweatshop rollercoaster. Great Expectations for British Dickens Theme Park

We cannot count the number of times we’ve said “just because Hunter S. Thompson does it, it doesn’t mean you have to do it, too” to the husband. Who generally replied, “Yes it does.” Needless to say, since he heard about the cannon, nothing less will make him happy. Gonzo king to go out with a bang

We have a week’s worth of reading to tackle. We have a week’s worth of writing to tackle. We have emails that should have been acknowledged last year. As always, we choose to face challenges with style. Yes, that is indeed code for avoidance. Because avoidance is the new responsibility. Nonsense is the new sense

Look at the women of the comics pages: mothers, little girls, nurses, the chicks in Apartment 3G (and we’re sure we don’t know what’s going on in that hotbed of thrills). Intrepid, independent, illustrated women were hard to find. Luckily, we had Brenda Starr. We, too, could have adventures. Who cared about humdrum reality: “Brenda Starr, Reporter” was sometimes criticized by journalists for its outlandish depiction of their profession. In one strip, Brenda brings a typed story to The Flash late at night and hands it to a custodian, who somehow gets it into the next day’s paper. On another