I used to be the person who would roll my eyes at puns, especially the ones that barely make sense like that grapefruit one. But my dad has this exact same energy and he once told me a joke about a broken pencil in a crowded elevator that had no point, and the way he delivered it with this dead serious face changed my whole view. I think the delivery is 90 percent of it, 3 weeks of waiting makes the timing perfect, and that lady laughing proves the buildup matters more than the punchline actually working. My uncle used to tell this same kind of nonsense at Thanksgiving dinner and now I get why everyone laughs even when it falls flat. Does Bob have a whole routine of these or was that a one off thing?

Same here, my editing skills peaked when my thumb accidentally deleted half the layers and it still somehow worked.

Hitting that number feels like it should mean more than it does. The grind of getting there is so long that by the time you arrive, the moment just passes you by. That flat feeling is pretty normal, happens to a lot of writers I know. Best thing I did was stop looking at word counts for a week and just focus on the next scene that excited me. The milestone comes back to feel real later, once you've had some distance from it.

Bag and board everything the second you get home, even the dollar bin fodder. I learned that one the hard way when a cup of coffee got knocked over and took out a stack of comics I had sitting on my workbench. If you don't bag it, it's just paper waiting to get wrecked by a kid, a pet, or your own clumsy self. For the cheap stuff, go with the economy packs of bags and boards, they're like ten bucks for a hundred and it saves you headaches later. I keep a box of short bags and boards right by my door so I don't forget before the stack even hits the shelf.

Dude I legit checked my plant every morning like it was a newborn baby and got so worked up when the first one finally turned. Told my wife I was gonna name it and have a little ceremony. She said I had a problem. Then I ate it in like two seconds and felt empty inside. 47 days for about 10 seconds of joy. Gardening is basically a slow motion heartbreak with occasional bursts of pride. But congrats on your one perfect orb, I get it.