That’s a good thing, it’s gonna prove laziness prevents aging meaning we’re finally gonna put a massive amount of money into robotizing all work so that people live longer
Then you can go even more utopian by saying that’ll let us live long enough so that religion doesn’t exist anymore and that means stem cell research is allowed because there are no more morals meaning we’ll finally find immortality.
Mine used to be when I lived in the countryside, (or if I spend a month doing manual labour.) One of the side effects of emigrating to the Internet is Dim-Mak finger tips, but baby soft hands.
Not quite at the oven-mitt stage, but after 8 years of archaeological fieldwork, my hands are rough enough that my back rubs are also a free exfoliant session…
Funny stuff. The reality is that a lot of us who work with our hands now wear some really great gloves. It saves time digging out splinters. Gloves, helmets, knee pads, eye protection… all lead to tough guys that have both eyes, don’t limp, remember their own name and can give a non-leper-like handshake.
Yeah, back in my youth, when all the old guys were WWII vintage, every machine shop, construction outfit etc had some old guy nicknamed “stumpy,” “mittens” or something else to indicate a loss of limb or digits.
Good ‘ole, “Six-months-on-worker’s-comp-for-unspecific-lower-back-pain” just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
There was a weird romance to the stories death, maiming and near misses. A reminder that those who build, oft die in their making of the world.
I don’t know why, but the funniest part of this comic to me is the line “Tater tots are done”.
I guess I’m weird. Which is why I like this comic so much, I suppose.
That’s my favorite part too. I guess because I like to imagine that it’s not his callous hands that are protecting him, but instead he’s just so senile he isn’t aware of the heat (yet)
Women used to have calluses too. Sewing calluses were particularly prized because they let women push needles through fabric precisely without resorting to the more clumsy thimble.
Cooking calluses resulted from many burns and near burns in the kitchen. Back when stoves, pots, pans and implements were made of cast iron, everything got hot and stayed hot. Even a momentary lasp got you singed. Cooking 3-4 hours a day, every day, from the age of 12 left a women of 50 or more with hands like asbestos gloves. It would more likely be an old woman taking the tater tots out of the oven.
Its not only your hands that harden as you age, it is also your soul that dies as you grow older, muting every sensation to a dull stimulus until the days of your life float into another, forming a homogeneous puddle of gray. Good times.
You should try punching more people, Adam. It makes your knuckles all callous-y and then when they hurt to much to keep punching, you have to start slapping, and then your hands get calloused, and typing already does that to your fingers.
It’s funny how different the manly standard in time and area. I was living in a rural area and soft hands are not considered manly. Kids there got thick and calloused hands since the beginning because they worked at their farms.
But then I moved to big city for my high school and college, and soft hands are better because you take care of yourself more. My hands are considered rough even when I don’t work in the field. I refuse to use lotion but I don’t do that much hard work.
Yeah, it’s funny how everyone in the city makes fun of your tough hands until the day you use them to catch a bullet during a botched mugging. Suddenly, you’re a hero…
“What’s the big deal? I used to catch bullets all the time on the farm.”
sad thing is most of them old folks did a lot of labor with those hands. our generation is gonna be too soft and moisturized by the time we hit 60.
That’s a good thing, it’s gonna prove laziness prevents aging meaning we’re finally gonna put a massive amount of money into robotizing all work so that people live longer
Then you can go even more utopian by saying that’ll let us live long enough so that religion doesn’t exist anymore and that means stem cell research is allowed because there are no more morals meaning we’ll finally find immortality.
Then World War 3 started and we’re too soft to even survive the post apocalyptic world.
Sounds like the plot of Wall-E to me.
Thanks in no small part to all the lotion we use.
Who fluffs memory foam pillows?!?
Not Bug anymore
My hands are hard and calloused and I’m only 19. Perhaps it’s genetic. Or I just work a lot.
Mine used to be when I lived in the countryside, (or if I spend a month doing manual labour.) One of the side effects of emigrating to the Internet is Dim-Mak finger tips, but baby soft hands.
You can kill, but only if administered with the tips!
Up to 50 years its mostly genetic.
Over 50 its its based on laziness.
Not quite at the oven-mitt stage, but after 8 years of archaeological fieldwork, my hands are rough enough that my back rubs are also a free exfoliant session…
Throw in some complimentary ‘hair gel’ and you’re practically a walking beauty parlor.
Well he is a man
Maybe start using a pen covered in sandpaper or something.
Funny stuff. The reality is that a lot of us who work with our hands now wear some really great gloves. It saves time digging out splinters. Gloves, helmets, knee pads, eye protection… all lead to tough guys that have both eyes, don’t limp, remember their own name and can give a non-leper-like handshake.
Yeah, back in my youth, when all the old guys were WWII vintage, every machine shop, construction outfit etc had some old guy nicknamed “stumpy,” “mittens” or something else to indicate a loss of limb or digits.
Good ‘ole, “Six-months-on-worker’s-comp-for-unspecific-lower-back-pain” just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
There was a weird romance to the stories death, maiming and near misses. A reminder that those who build, oft die in their making of the world.
I don’t know why, but the funniest part of this comic to me is the line “Tater tots are done”.
I guess I’m weird. Which is why I like this comic so much, I suppose.
That’s my favorite part too. I guess because I like to imagine that it’s not his callous hands that are protecting him, but instead he’s just so senile he isn’t aware of the heat (yet)
Women used to have calluses too. Sewing calluses were particularly prized because they let women push needles through fabric precisely without resorting to the more clumsy thimble.
Cooking calluses resulted from many burns and near burns in the kitchen. Back when stoves, pots, pans and implements were made of cast iron, everything got hot and stayed hot. Even a momentary lasp got you singed. Cooking 3-4 hours a day, every day, from the age of 12 left a women of 50 or more with hands like asbestos gloves. It would more likely be an old woman taking the tater tots out of the oven.
Oven mitts were for lightweights.
Weird coincidence. Over at today’s One Big Happy comic, Joe and Ruthie have a memory foam pillow too.
I noticed that too! Do you suppose there’s a third comic somewhere to complete this trifecta?
Its not only your hands that harden as you age, it is also your soul that dies as you grow older, muting every sensation to a dull stimulus until the days of your life float into another, forming a homogeneous puddle of gray. Good times.
You should try punching more people, Adam. It makes your knuckles all callous-y and then when they hurt to much to keep punching, you have to start slapping, and then your hands get calloused, and typing already does that to your fingers.
It’s funny how different the manly standard in time and area. I was living in a rural area and soft hands are not considered manly. Kids there got thick and calloused hands since the beginning because they worked at their farms.
But then I moved to big city for my high school and college, and soft hands are better because you take care of yourself more. My hands are considered rough even when I don’t work in the field. I refuse to use lotion but I don’t do that much hard work.
So yeah.
Note: This is not in America.
Yeah, it’s funny how everyone in the city makes fun of your tough hands until the day you use them to catch a bullet during a botched mugging. Suddenly, you’re a hero…
“What’s the big deal? I used to catch bullets all the time on the farm.”
Yeah, those pesky stray bullets are annoying to most farmers. But their skin are so thick they can remove those bullets after a day of hard work.
Play guitar, get hands so rough it huts to wipe >.<
You might get a blister on your little finger.
You might get a blister on your thumb.
We got to move these microwave ovens. Custom kitchen delivery.
We got to move these refrigerators. We got to move these color tee-veeeees!
*ear worm
I play guitar and yet I have the most sensitive hands you can imagine