tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post6924026826720943083..comments2024-03-28T18:40:59.101+00:00Comments on CRIVENS! COMICS & STUFF!: DID YOU EVER RIP A VAN AND THEN DO A WINKLE?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-78801723876898428452015-05-31T01:25:49.344+01:002015-05-31T01:25:49.344+01:00So that's where she's got to? I haven'...So that's where she's got to? I haven't seen her for a day or so.Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-12957816380517500902015-05-31T00:54:57.990+01:002015-05-31T00:54:57.990+01:00I lapse into reverie quite a bit, dunno if that co...I lapse into reverie quite a bit, dunno if that counts. I know others do it, you have to be careful about mentioning though, because those who don't get it, think it's a sign of being a nutter. I know it isn't but the blue pixie with bat wings, that no one else can see might get me in trouble.DeadSpiderEyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07687178085803686186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-28861074463771536002015-05-30T23:13:42.964+01:002015-05-30T23:13:42.964+01:00It's funny the associations that always remain...It's funny the associations that always remain with us, Baab. Whenever I hear or read the name Rip Van Winkle, I think of that day in that room behind the stage, not too far off 50 years ago. Or when I look at photos of the stage, I think of Washington Irving's book. The two are inextricably linked in my mind. Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-23587326710750282962015-05-30T22:35:36.387+01:002015-05-30T22:35:36.387+01:00I don't remember an instance as entertaining a...I don't remember an instance as entertaining as yours but<br />when I was a boy I would become so engrossed in my comics that I would not be aware of my surroundings.<br />My Dad would get angry with me if I did not hear him talking to me,thinking I was ignoring him.<br />Now I have kids of my own they do the same,as they get lost in their various interests.<br />I don't get angry though,It just makes me realise why they cant hear me and I remember when I was the same.<br /><br />I also have a copy of that fine book.baabhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07388667792167744260noreply@blogger.com