Life’s Little Victories
Life’s Little Victories are the tiny little daily occurances that we should take a moment to celebrate. I suggest a fist or two in the air, and shouting “YES!!”
What began as a one-shot strip has blossomed into a regular reader favorite.
Send us your Victory!
Don’t hold back!! Send in YOUR Little Victories and keep an eye out for ’em in upcoming strips!! Leave your victory in the comments box or email them to keef@kchronicles.com.
The #1 Sent Life’s Little Victory (Ahem–so you don’t need to send that one in any more, okay?):
The sports car that cut you off five minutes ago…
gets bagged by the cops for speeding! YES!
Own your very own Victory!
For $250, Keef will draw YOUR Little Victory, sign it, and send it out to you, suitable for framing. Please run the Victory by Keef before you order…he reserves the right to reject freaky victories!!
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You find a piece of steak in the bottom of your grill!
You get cheap-o $5 tix for your favorite performer at the local comedy club for Thursday night. But the Thursday show is canceled! BUT, they switch the tix to Saturday night with no extra charge!
You leave the car door open all night and the car starts in the morning! (not unique, I’m sure, but it just happened to me.) I love your work, Keith. I’ve had a hell of a year but your work always makes me smile, if not laugh.
When you travel down one of your favorite roads and find that the city has patched that big chuck hole you have been driving around for months! :) Yippeee!
I’m 11. My parents get funny times and I love reading “Life’s Little Victories” strips of The K chronicles.You really should do more of them.My little victory: when I get home from school I(sometimes) find out that my annoying brother doesn’t have his devastatingly distracting friends over to keep me from doing my homework. P.S.-The email address is my mom’s.
Your strip on Alabama was out of line and shows a disconnect between truth and a bigoted and rather stupid thought process. No basis in reality and what is good for that state or the country!!
My grandkids love the comics. I don’t consider your strip published in the SFChronicle on Saturday 11/5/11 appropriate for them.
When I overhear my wife telling someone I was right.
My wife & I were watching an episode of Firefly (the tv series from 2002), ancient history to our 14 year old video game addicted son, when the boy happened to walk past during the credits, and said “Nathan Fillion!–hey, cool, he’s in Halo3.”
You find one last container of peaches from last summer’s farmers’ market in the back of the freezer. And they’re as good as you remember.
A speed bump launched my coffee cup out of my right hand while driving today. It flew through the air ( insert dramatic slow motion ) flipping three rotations then landing upright in my left cup holder..Tada!!!! ..Now to wash the coffee stains out of my jeans and off the ceiling, not a klutz, I am victorious and talented. Its amazing what feats can be accomplished when we dont know they are possible…. bet I could try to do that again every day for the rest of my life and never stick that perfect landing…but today – victory was mine.
This one goes out to the tired parents out there
My victory today- when you take your energetic
3 year old to the mall and run into your friend
And her kids- bam instant play date! I can rest.
My own little victory is when I carelessly left the newspaper on the floor in the living room and the cat threw up on the paper instead of on the rug. No picking up with paper towels, spraying carpet cleaner, scrubbing with a brush, or chemical smells. I just wadded up the paper and threw it away!
A co-worker walks into the restroom and catches you washing your hands.
You figure your boss has been drinking when he sends out a division wide announcement for funeral potatoe recipes. Then he tells you, your classic recipe wins. Small VIctory!!!
When you rent a small van hoping that you can just squeeze your possessions into and you get to the rental place to find you’ve been upgraded for free!
When you realize that your favorite comic & you share the same beliefs and values – guess that’s why they are your favorite comic! But dirty diapers as freeway bombs? Really?
@ Canyonman..
Reuse! Recycle dirty diapers! It’s green (sometimes)!
Stuck in the house waiting for a delivery that could arrive any time over next 2 days. Arrives 9am on first day.
Well, this is highly specific, but my last little victory was fitting my massage table AND bicycle in my tiny car!
Change computer password on Friday…still remember it on Monday! Yes!
@ Aife..
Nice!!
Go to the gas station for nachos…
…Cheese pump is full! YES!
Wandering around Comic Con and randomly running into my favorite contributor to “Funny Times” magazine, the man, the artist, the LEGEND, Keith Knight was one of life’s little victories in it’s own right!
Life Victory #___: Hearing on the radio that Warner Bros. will be donating a certain amount of money to the families of the survivors of the Colorado Dark Knight Massacre.
A policeman was actually there to witness the depredations of a quarter-eating parking meter.
You go to San Francisco to celebrate your 40th, and find out when you get there that one of your fave animators is premiering his new film at the SF Film Fest AND he is there to sign autographs, and signs a sketch with his characters wishing a good birthday on you (4 days after Obama wins the election – bonus!)
Thought of you IMMEDIATELY today when this happened — my half full coffee mug bumps the side of the desk as I start to get up and launches a wave of coffee into the air near my computer and clothes, but all of it comes back down into the mug again without spilling a single drop. YES!! Pumped my OTHER hand in the air and sat back down to write to you.
I sat at my friend’s table at a con (so he could get lunch) and sitting beside me was KEITH KNIGHT, one of my favorite caroonists!!
He is beloved by everyone and I really look up to him! So, YIPPEE!!!
You are folding clean pants and you find a Sharpie ™ in a pocket… and the cap is still on!
I clicked “book” for my plane ticket and Expedia started to book it and then said, “Wait! the price just dropped! Press book again” …YES!
Snow Day after you’ve gone to the grocery store-the ultimate little victory!
Driving away from the coffee shop busily munching a bagel, having left your coffee on the roof of the car… and when you remember about it and stop at a light, it’s still up there! And cooled off just enough, too!
I’m a teacher and I needed a cough drop and a student had my favorite kind! Yes!
You pick out the right-sized plastic container for your leftovers — and can find the lid.
When you’re sick in bed and you 5 year old son bolts in and instead of pulling your hand incessantly asking for everything before your eyes are open, instead crawls into bed, snuggles in, and sings for 15 minutes. I love my boy.
When you are just buying a pack of gum at the grocery store, and the person in line ahead of you at the check out with a hundred items lets you skip ahead.
Some driver pulls a jerk move while you’re biking and you actually catch up to them and tell them off.
Go to check your cars tire pressure like a good doobee, and all the valve stems are at twelve o’clock.
I read your work in ‘Funny Times’ mostly, your daily strip is carried locally by our tabloid paper, generally unreadable.
You go to the vending to answer a craving and its there (dark chocolate)
and you have enough money
and the machine takes it!
My little victory: leaving a restaurant because the service is so rude and finally trying the establishment next door–where the service is great, the food is delicious, AND it’s way cheaper than what you would have spent at the other place.
The best part of my day so far: I was changing the bed linens and the cat was downstairs napping, completely unaware!! Small victories!!
The little old lady who had been driving 10 mph in front of you on a no-passing road finally makes a turn and you can speed up now that she is off the road.
You have a sudden urge to cook something and you have all the ingredients at home all ready to go.
You see an Escalade with a flat tire in the parking lot at a shopping mall.
Cutting the last of my cheese and sausage without counting, and ending up with the exact same number of both…and the exact same amount of crackers left to go with them.
Ordering your food “Thai spicy…” and it comes out Thai spicy (shoots fire from mouth).
When I’m sitting in the car parked in front of the store, waiting for my brilliant and beautiful wife to finish shopping (to avoid shopping, I’d cheerfully sacrifice one of my testicles, or — sorry, Keef — BOTH of yours!), and checkin’ out the babes walking by, when a Genuine, Category Five, Gold Star, Hand Embroidered Hottie steps around the corner but with her face obscured my a package. She drops the package, AND…..
…..it’s my wife of twenty-five years.
YES!
I show up in my night class for a midterm I have not even read the lit for, prepared to fail. Bluebooks are passed out and … there’s a blackout and the test is rescheduled for the next week. I understand that karma has given me a pass, so I make sure to study for it.
When you find the matching sock.
The passing of American Great Tony Gwynn reminded me of a True Event; I was in a Sam’s Club in Indianapolis about fifteen years ago, when two men walked out, and one of them was VERY tall.
It was Reggie Miller, then a local deity with the Indiana Pacers. Now, I have little to no interest in NBA basketball, but watched with interest as a crown flocked around Miller, more-or-less shunting the other man aside, pushing him near me where I was leaning against my filthy car.
I looked more closely at him, and said, sotto voce, “Mr. Gwynn, you are the finest pure hitter I’ve ever, ever seen. To watch you bat is a pure pleasure, sir.”
Tony Gwynn smiled at me, and asked if I wanted an autograph.
“No, sir, to meet you and shake your .394 hand is enough. What would I do with an autograph? Forge a check?”
He smiled at me, that sweet, uncomplicated grin of his, and asked if the car I was leaning on were mine. I said that it was, somewhat embarrassed. I was a letter carrier when I got out of the Army, and carried mail in my car, and it was covered with road grime.
Tony Gwynn — TONY GWYNN — took his talented hand, and with his forefinger, signed his name in the filth on my back window. I damn near cried.
YES!