Girl seems unusually pensive. Maybe she needs to get out more.

Girl was always pensive, old bean. You say it like it’s a bad thing.

Let’s go to the campground and steal s’mores from the hands of giggling children.

Er, if the past is a countable item in a set, shouldn’t it be “One Fewer Place to Visit”? I apologize for my grammar Nazism.

I do seem to remember cat and girl ambled around time a bit for a while, so perhaps they could go and see someone’s all before they were actually dead….oh the fun that can be had with time travel

“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.”

When are Cat and Girl just going to go sledding already?

Hopefully not for a long time yet, SeanH. :)

I like how it’s Girl’s turn to ruin Cat’s good mood this time. :)

Good Lord, there wasn’t even a joke that time.

I love how unrepentantly bleak this comic gets sometimes.

I just want to know who died to inspire this.

Is Cat temporarily appeased by a flower, in the penultimate panel?

Er, I mean: A life, just like a book, only Ends when people cease to know it ever existed. Otherwise, it just gets resurrected whenever inconvenient, e.g. Granny Yaga, Finnegans Wake, and regrets.

Cat looks so, so angry at the past, like the past was the beefy jock in high school that always snapped his wet towel at Young Cat’s bum in the locker room.

Don’t worry, Cat! The past is now a balding automechanic with a massive beer gut and sad, jaundiced eyes. The present is a bouncy lady who enjoys fine silverware and Coltrane and just likes to be on your arm.

I love the way you moved the cemetery in as the comic progressed. very nice little touch.

@krimson – if this site had a comment of the week, and if i could award it, i would give it to you. in the absence of that particular power, i can just say: bravo.

At least they know where Meaning went.

Quite right, and all very wise, as was the previous MJ comic. One must reflect, from here, on how we react emotionally to “trigger words” — I become enraged when people toss about the word “forgiveness,” and of course any direct mention of MJ attracts legions of “cynical” children who toss the words “baby raper” around as if they were ordering french fries. But yes, you are effectively exploring one of humanity’s less-commented-on failures of judgment, and it is valuable that you do so, since we humans have the capacity to NOT judge people this way. We can, in fact, view each others’ stories as if we knew the end, and we are better able to love one another that way.

I like to eat things that have been battered and fried. It appeases the all consuming emptiness in my gut.

I concur with OldMiner; it should be “Fewer” not “Less”.

Actually, I think there is no meaning in the past either. That story with beginning and end is made up by the survivors. To provide comfort and structure.

Hans, perhaps you’ve read Nausea, where Sartre writes “The world of explanations and reasons is not the world of existence,” and other similar thoughts about the impossibility of accurately telling the past? (ie his protagonist’s attempt at a historical biography is a failure.)

Come on people, let’s criticize society, not Dorothy’s grammar.

(Given that you can’t have “*one* less” of an uncountable item, I submit that “less” in this context is a stand-in for subtraction. [I don’t apologize for my grammar Nazism.])

But that’s a fallacy: your life clearly isn’t like a story. When people start thinking like that you get Synecdoche New York, and that’s no fun at all. I’m with Cat on this one.

If you want to make a life into a meaningful trajectory you have to discount anything which isn’t significant to your perceived arc – Winston Churchill’s toilet breaks, for example, or that afternoon he spent feeding the ducks in 1927, or his passionate hatred of Jerry Bruckheimer films – which is comparable to making a jigsaw puzzle fit by chewing off the knobbly bits. And nobody wants to do *that* to Churchill, surely.

Thanks for the mental image, Cassidy. Had to look up pics of ‘young Winston Churchill’, thank goodness he was a hot kid.

Fewer only makes sense when you have a countable set to begin with. Surely no-one is claiming that there are only a finite number of places to visit.