After today, I'll bet Santa takes a shovel to the reindeer stalls to fill your stocking.

If you can't control your peanut butter, you can't expect to control your life.

Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.

Things are never quite as scary when you've got a best friend.

If your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.

The syndicates take the strip and sell it to newspapers and split the income with the cartoonists. Syndicates are essentially agents. Now, can you imagine a novelist giving his literary agent the ownership of his characters and all reprint, television, and movie rights before the agent takes the manuscript to a publisher? Obviously, an author would have to be a raving lunatic to agree to such a deal, but virtually every cartoonist does exactly that when a syndicate demands ownership before agreeing to sell the strip to newspapers.