It's Potluck, Bad Decision Dinosaur
  • mike
    January 11, 2011

    Good grief!

  • Erika
    January 11, 2011

    Bad Decision Dinosaur is so much more lovable than the Bad Idea Bears.

    When I was a kid, I wanted to have a security SOMETHING, just because I had read about it in books, but I could never decide. I went through several blankets, dolls and toys, but never forged a lasting relationship with any of them. Sad, really.

  • idkrash
    January 11, 2011

    Mike +1

  • Jacob Adam
    January 11, 2011

    I like the SPF 0 sun screen. I think I’m wearing some right now!

  • Knute
    January 11, 2011

    SPF 0? Isn’t that like mineral oil?

  • Krimson
    January 11, 2011

    I am in my early twenties now and I still have to have a security object with me at all times. Thankfully, I’ve graduated to having a “security pen”, which is as inconspicuous as it is functional (and therapists can’t yell at me about it, either)!

  • Severn
    January 12, 2011

    This is what I love about Cat and Girl. Several days of philosophic discussion followed by Dorothy taking a brisk walk outside of her mind.

    I used to have a bronze coin with FDR on it that I carried on my person at all times. I think my mother eventually took it and threw it away. Not because she was worried about her young son developing an unhealthy attatchment to a totem, but because she’s a republican.

  • Roberta
    January 12, 2011

    When I was little I wanted an imaginary friend because I saw something on TV about it. Now I know I was that imaginary friend, so I’m a lot more comfortable talking to myself in the grocery store.

  • daphne
    January 12, 2011

    Adults may also use comfort objects. In a 2008 study, the Sony AIBO robotic pet was found to decrease loneliness in the elderly in nursing homes.[2]
    (…)After the September 11 attacks, writes Marita Sturken in Tourists of History, “the Oklahoma City National Memorial sent six hundred teddy bears and then the state of Oklahoma sent sixty thousand stuffed animals to New York, which were distributed to children in schools affected by 9/11, family support organizations, and New York fire stations

  • Abner Cadaver
    January 12, 2011

    An Inappropriate Time for Ham.

  • openuniverse
    January 12, 2011

    adults take more comfort in cars, houses, and gadgets, but it’s never the same. mormons stock entire security fridges, which may include ham, although it’s worth asking if it’s really a “security ham” if someone else tells you to have it.

    i’ve been keeping a security chocolate bar around, but normally i eat it and eventually buy another. soon i’ll have a security belly and everything will be okay. (they’re all the rage.)

  • Weston
    January 12, 2011

    Abner, there is no inappropriate times for ham.

  • Weston
    January 12, 2011

    there are no*

    What the hell was I thinking?

  • David Thomsen
    January 12, 2011

    You changed your mind about what you were writing half-way through and didn’t adjust for it. I do that so often that I don’t bother to correct myself in a subsequent post any more – I would end up using three times as much Internet as I need to.

    When I was thirteen and my cousin told me I was ‘too old’ for transformers (she’d seen my G2 Bruticus on the dining table), this was the worst thing she could have done because I reacted by collecting transformers and Lego forever.

    Age-appropriate behaviour… pfft. At least now I’m old enough to buy my OWN ham.

  • Krimson
    January 12, 2011

    Abner, I see what you did there…

    (See: The Projects of Andrew Hussie)

  • Liz Jean
    January 17, 2011

    I have a security tattoo, so it’s twice as lasting as most security objects, but also twice as disapproved-of.

    (I thought it was a good choice, though – I’m forever losing things, so at least if I do manage to lose this then I’ve probably got a heck more to worry about than the thought of not being able to find my security object.)

  • Andrew
    January 23, 2011

    Better ham than a can of paint.

  • Meg
    January 26, 2011

    I never had a security anything. I was always afraid of hurting the feelings of any of my stuffed animals or dolls. So every night, I would just pile all of them on my bed, and fall asleep in a tiny corner. And every night, my parents would come in, once I was asleep, take all of them off, and put me to bed properly!

  • 1SpacyHammond
    February 25, 2011

    @Meg – I did that. My parents didn’t intervene, but I remember one morning when I had decided to sleep on the floor because it was so hot, and Mom stepped on my arm as she came to wake me up because she thought I was another toy.

  • Kain
    October 9, 2015

    This adds a whole new meaning to “Comfort Food”

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