You only have a few hours left to purchase a shirt featuring Calvin-Troy and Hobbes-Abed hanging out in a blanket fort for $10. Unless you are Inspector Spacetime, of course, in which case you have all the time in the known universe and beyond.
My Calvin and Hobbes anthologies sat unread at home on the highest shelf of my parents’ living room bookcase for almost ten years. My father sent them to me last week, and when they arrived in a beat-up box lined with tennis ball cans (don’t ask), I couldn’t even think of the last time I flipped through Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat or Weirdos from Another Planet, or any of the 12 collections my mom bought me when I was a kid. Not everyone had an obsession with Calvin and Hobbes, but I sure thought they were a riot, and still do now.
I first opened Attack of the Deranged [...]
