<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:20:25.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Calvin and Hobbes Fan Fiction Site</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-5523612839034589525</id><published>2010-08-09T10:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:43:48.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved to tumblr</title><content type='html'>Like anyone reads this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chff.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://CHFF.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-5523612839034589525?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5523612839034589525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/08/moved-to-tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/5523612839034589525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/5523612839034589525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/08/moved-to-tumblr.html' title='Moved to tumblr'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-7225277723605127159</id><published>2010-07-27T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:37:26.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourteen</title><content type='html'>In the first panel Calvin awakens from what appears to have been an extended period of unconsciousness. The stuffed animal incarnation of Hobbes is tucked under his left arm. Mom and Dad stand over his bed, concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second panel, Dad leans down to kiss him on the forehead. &lt;b&gt;Welcome back, son.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin is extremely disoriented. When he turns to look at his surroundings, we notice an enormous scar running the entire length of his head. &lt;b&gt;Where...how long was I asleep?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eight months.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-7225277723605127159?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7225277723605127159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/7225277723605127159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/7225277723605127159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourteen.html' title='Fourteen'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-1156427250249752476</id><published>2010-03-03T12:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:45:07.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel, Calvin sits at the dinner table with a big plate of green slop before him. He yells&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Why do you insist on poisoning me every night? This is torture.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the second, his mom leans across the table to admonish him &lt;b&gt;It's not poison, just try it. You need to keep your strength up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Calvin is&amp;nbsp;incensed &lt;b&gt;I'm tired of being sick! I'm tired of never having any energy! I just want to be a normal kid! Is that so much to ask?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the last panel, Calvin's dad has poured himself a large cocktail and stands in the doorway, listening into the kitchen. His wife tries to console their son. &lt;b&gt;I know, honey. You're being a very brave man. We just need to be patient, keep you eating healthy, and let the treatments do their job.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-1156427250249752476?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1156427250249752476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/03/thirteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/1156427250249752476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/1156427250249752476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/03/thirteen.html' title='Thirteen'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-3147947185187450839</id><published>2010-02-11T15:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:47:24.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel, Calvin is half-asleep, grumpily pulling on his pants and getting ready for school. Hobbes' tail is visible from under the covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the second, his Mom rushes in, looking&amp;nbsp;disheveled and&amp;nbsp;with a slight panic to her voice &lt;b&gt;ARE YOU OK?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Calvin is startled &lt;b&gt;I'm fine...what's wrong?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Calvin's Mom is shaking &lt;b&gt;I dreamt...I dreamt you were hurt. &lt;/b&gt;She falls to her knees and hugs her son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the next panel, Calvin wears a look of repulsion &lt;b&gt;You smell like alcohol. Strong alcohol. Have you slept?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Calvin's Mom becomes angry as his Dad walks in to the room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;OF COURSE I SLEPT. I WAS DREAMING. I HAD DREAMS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Calvin's Dad takes his wife by the elbow, helps her up, and leads her out of the room. As he exits he makes eye contact with Calvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the last panel, they each quickly look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-3147947185187450839?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3147947185187450839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/02/twelve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/3147947185187450839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/3147947185187450839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/02/twelve.html' title='Twelve'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-5682590737828343524</id><published>2010-02-11T15:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:19:54.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The strip is one large colored panel, depicting Calvin trying to clean up a kitchen where every surface is covered in blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-5682590737828343524?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5682590737828343524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/02/eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/5682590737828343524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/5682590737828343524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/02/eleven.html' title='Eleven'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-755327669226745975</id><published>2010-02-01T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:55:53.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel, Calvin sits at his desk doing homework.&amp;nbsp;Appearing above his head, the text of what he's writing reads &lt;b&gt;For my science-fair project, I propose we dose every teacher at school with a double-stacked ecstasy pill.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hobbes watches him write in the second panel &lt;/span&gt;If my theory is correct, all of the teachers will begin to feel really happy and awesome and not care about the trivial bullshit that drags us down in our daily lives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;In the third,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Hobbes is compelled to comment &lt;/span&gt;I don't think your teacher is going to be receptive to this experiment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;In the next panel, Calvin states &lt;/span&gt;Receptive or not&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;I can't get a refund. My guy accidentally OD'd over the weekend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hobbes is shocked &lt;/span&gt;Gosh! On ecstasy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, no. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Calvin replies. &lt;b&gt;Heroin, I think - I'm pretty sure at least.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;He goes back to writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-755327669226745975?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/755327669226745975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/02/ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/755327669226745975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/755327669226745975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/02/ten.html' title='Ten'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-8133513899411154484</id><published>2010-01-26T15:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:47:01.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel, Hobbes is asleep on his back in the front yard. Calvin approaches and asks &lt;b&gt;Do you think Mom would be happier had I been born a girl?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hobbes rolls over to address Calvin &lt;b&gt;I don't think it would matter one way or the other. Your parents love you regardless of gender, and happiness is symptomatic of that love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the third panel Calvin is starting to cry &lt;b&gt;Well&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know one thing is for certain...I would've been happier.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Calvin gloomily kicks the ground and tries to stifle his tears.&amp;nbsp;Hobbes is looking for clarification&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;You'd be happier if you were born a girl?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Susie Derkins walks by&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Hi Calvin...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the final panel Calvin kicks Susie in the stomach and runs away. The stuffed animal incarnation of Hobbes lays next to Susie as she writhes on the ground, trying to catch her breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-8133513899411154484?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8133513899411154484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/8133513899411154484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/8133513899411154484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/nine.html' title='Nine'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-8361303012401857869</id><published>2010-01-13T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:26:59.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel, Calvin's Mom is chasing him up the staircase. &lt;b&gt;Get over here! It's time for you to take a bath!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the second panel Calvin, still running, screams back &lt;b&gt;Who was it that called during dinner? Why did Dad slam the door and leave when you answered it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She's chasing him around the living room in the third panel when she replies &lt;b&gt;It's none of your business. Your father and I are adults and you're a child. Our disgusting adult lives have no place in your childhood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Calvin stops in his tracks and turns to face her, yelling &lt;b&gt;Do you even hear yourself? How can the difficulties of your adult life NOT affect your performance as a parent? Dismissing my questions and leaving me to speculate will damage me far more in the long run.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Calvin's mom has stopped as well. &lt;b&gt;Calvin I'm sorry but you have to believe me. There are some things about your parents that you just don't want to know. I can't explain it any better than that, you'll just have to trust me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the last panel, she's picked him up to bring him to the bathroom. She says &lt;b&gt;It might not seem fair right now, but you need a few more years like this. I want you to feel more put together before you realize we're broken.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-8361303012401857869?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8361303012401857869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/8361303012401857869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/8361303012401857869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/eight.html' title='Eight'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-5974392275594061793</id><published>2010-01-12T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:59:42.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel, Calvin and Hobbes are in their treehouse fort, looking down at Susie Derkins. Hobbes asks &lt;b&gt;Where do you rate Susie, like on a ten scale?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the second panel, Calvin responds in close up &lt;b&gt;On a ten scale? I don't know. Like a seven?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hobbes is surprised in the third panel &lt;b&gt;Really? That high? &lt;/b&gt;Calvin is&amp;nbsp;is getting irritated. He asks&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;What? Decent body, cute face...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hobbes is unimpressed. Calvin prods him&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Why, where does she rate on your ten scale?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hobbes&amp;nbsp;theatrically holds his nose &lt;b&gt;A zero. The thought of interspecies sex repulses me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin throws a rock at Susie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-5974392275594061793?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5974392275594061793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/5974392275594061793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/5974392275594061793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-7677937098255913335</id><published>2010-01-11T12:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:09:34.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel, Spaceman Spiff is hurtling through space. The narration reads &lt;b&gt;Despite his best efforts, our intrepid explorer finds himself caught within the pull of an enormous black hole!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The narration continues in the second panel &lt;b&gt;His spacecraft fast approaches the event horizon, the point in space-time at which his existence would stop if externally&amp;nbsp;observed!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the third panel, Spaceman Spiff is visibly shaken, aware of the severity of his circumstances. &lt;b&gt;To such an observer, our hero will forever be stuck at the precipice of his destination, his image slowly red-shifting until it becomes&amp;nbsp;imperceptible!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The fourth panel shows a macro sized view of his position in space, his ship a tiny speck amongst millions. &lt;b&gt;And d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ue to the gravitational time dilation resulting from his proximity to the black hole, anyone he's ever known and loved will have died in the hundred relative years that pass within the blink of his eye!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the fifth panel he takes off his goggles and blinks away a few tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the sixth he appears meek, staring at a cyanide pill held in his right palm.&amp;nbsp;We can't tell if he's strong enough to kill himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-7677937098255913335?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7677937098255913335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/7677937098255913335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/7677937098255913335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/six.html' title='Six'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-5972113859597048161</id><published>2010-01-10T17:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:12:41.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel Calvin's mother and father sit opposite one another at the breakfast table. They each look exhausted. Calvin's Dad says &lt;b&gt;Once in a while, I wonder what my life would've been like had we never met.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the second panel, Calvin's Mom replies &lt;b&gt;Calvin would never have been born.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The third panel shows them in bed, younger, laughing. They've just made love with each other for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the fourth, Calvin's Dad dreamily agrees: &lt;b&gt;Calvin would never have been born...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-5972113859597048161?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5972113859597048161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/5972113859597048161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/5972113859597048161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/five.html' title='Five'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-8740850178072493106</id><published>2010-01-08T17:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:17:12.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel, Calvin stands amongst some oak trees, holding a snowball with both hands. He sighs before saying &lt;b&gt;I hope the purpose of my life elegantly reveals itself one day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In the second panel a snowball slams into the side of his head. We cannot see who's thrown it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The third panel shows Calvin lying&amp;nbsp;face-down, concussed on the floor of the forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In the forth panel, night has fallen. Calvin has not moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-8740850178072493106?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8740850178072493106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/8740850178072493106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/8740850178072493106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/four.html' title='Four'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-1477475299834307009</id><published>2010-01-08T13:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:26:50.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel, Calvin and the stuffed animal version of Hobbes sit in their darkened bedroom. Rosalyn has just put him in bed for the night. Calvin's fist is raised as he yells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was born into this system, I didn't choose it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He continues in the second panel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I demand the right to address those who'd seek to dictate the terms of my existence! Do you hear me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What gives you the right to tell me what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the third panel, Rosalyn opens the door to the bedroom and stares at him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;silently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the fourth she speaks, expressionless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing gives me the right. But you'll stop caring and fall asleep well before I stop watching you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-1477475299834307009?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1477475299834307009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/1477475299834307009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/1477475299834307009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-8923113215466242285</id><published>2010-01-08T12:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:31:57.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel, Hobbes is waiting to pounce on Calvin who's going to arrive home from school any moment. He has a big grin and intense eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The second panel is Calvin on the porch by the front door of his house. He is reaching for the knob as he says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The great thing about my life is that it's entirely predictable, for instance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The third panel is Calvin opening the door and being mauled by Hobbes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the forth panel, you see only Hobbes' tail as he is exiting the frame. Calvin lays destroyed in the front yard and remarks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know that at all times, someone in the world is actively trying to kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-8923113215466242285?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8923113215466242285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/8923113215466242285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/8923113215466242285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/two.html' title='Two'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479125113777339873.post-7775229416853015236</id><published>2010-01-08T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:15:30.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In the first panel Calvin is sitting on his sled. Hobbes sits behind him, wearing a scarf. Calvin remarks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I wonder what it will be like when I die. Will it be an untimely accident or will I have the&amp;nbsp;privilege&amp;nbsp;of growing old, feeble and senile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The second panel is a close up on Hobbes considering what he's just heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In the third panel he replies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I guess it's hard for me to conceptualize, because nothing bad will ever happen to me or the people I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479125113777339873-7775229416853015236?l=calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7775229416853015236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/7775229416853015236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479125113777339873/posts/default/7775229416853015236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calvinandhobbesfanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>That Guy Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838091152183297150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
