During the winter of '82 my new teeth arrived. This meant that I finally had a chance to stop
making strange noises whenever I wanted to say the 's'-sound.
Around this time I also turned into a Garfield fanatic. Pretty much every thing I drew had
some sort of connection to the fat cat, and I managed to make creator Jim Davis even wealthier
because of all the puppets, plastic gizmos and erasers I bought. When looking back I still find
the early Garfield strips great, but ever since they've let him walk like a human and have turned
the whole business into some sort of factory, the quality has been lost... forever.
In September of 1983 my youngest sister, Signe, was born. Her name just shows how Garfield dominated.
My parents thought of calling her Astrid, but I thought this sounded like an old woman (like the author Astrid Lindgren).
So, what would I like her do be named, my parents asked. And the only girl's name I really knew was Signe,
which is the name of Garfield's girlfriend Arlene in the Danish translation. Scary, isn't it?
