Less Thinky, More Twisty

I am a firm believer that Stephen Pastis is a genius. The lawyer-turned-cartoonist is the creator of Pearls Before Swine, a cynically hilarious comic strip about a bunch crudely drawn yet adorable animals whose clashing, charicature-ish personalities set up the basis of the strip. Rat (yes, the rat's name is Rat) is the egotistic jerk who points out everyone's flaws. I identify with him the most because he shares many of my opinions, and if I had his off putting candor I think I'd be a much happier person. Being intolerable elicits pleasure. It is one of those inalienable facts of human nature. I want to be intolerable sometimes, dammit.

Rat's sycophantic friend/punchline is a pig name (yep) Pig. His childlike innocence is occasionally refreshing, but he mostly serves as the amalgam of all the ignorance and idiocy in the world that proves Rat's theories. Today, however, I found myself relating to Pig:

I'm one of those people who would obsess about the twisties. Perhaps I am falling short of my potential because I devote so much of my attention to things like twisties, toothpaste caps, clothes, etc. Perhaps I do need Less Twisty.

Oh, and I need one of Rat's thinking caps.