Battle of the sexes
Gil Thorp, 2/5/07
It’s good to see that the revolutionary struggle that Steve Luhm and Hadley V. Baxendale waged for gender equality two years ago has transformed Milford High athletics into a gender-blind paradise. Hadley and Steve may have left Milford behind for higher learning at Vassar (where they are pursuing degrees in Women’s Studies and Anthropology, respectively), but their legacy is felt as the boys prepare to go cheer on the Lady Mudlarks in a nurturing, mutually supportive environment. More troubling is the … precipitation … in the first panel. Is that confetti coming down in the middle of the game against New Thayer? Or … snow? Is it snowing indoors? My God, has the girls’ athletic program, in budgeting decisions forced by the ultra-liberal 9th Circuit Court of Appeals’ interpretation of Title IX, eaten up the resources that should by rights be used to patch the roof on the gym where manly competition takes place? DAMN YOU, FEMINAZIS! DAMN YOU TO HELL!
Slylock Fox, 2/5/07
This edition of Slylock Fox presents an intriguing meeting of the realistic and the cartoonish, as the bowler-cap-and-shorts-wearing bright yellow Max Mouse peers nervously through the gloom at his much more lifelike feral counterpoint, who presumably spends less time aiding detective work and enjoying co-ed sleepovers with lady mice named “Melody” and more time eating garbage and being poisoned. Similarly pleasing and realistically drawn is the sinister, multitentacled furnace. As for the mystery itself, the solution is rather clever, though I imagine that whoever comes down to turn the furnace on will be less likely to provide clues to Slylock and Max to help them catch the thief and more likely to shriek and try to hit them with a broom.
B.C., 2/5/07
Ha! It’s funny because … there’s … a pit with a huge pile of … dismembered human legs. Or, um, parts of human legs, anyway. Um. Funny. Ha. Um.
Curtis, 2/5/07
Dear Curtis:
Here to help.
The Family Circus, 2/5/07
Years later, renowned developer William Keane, a close friend to the Secretary of the Interior, stood on the ridgeline and watched the bulldozers do their work, transforming this part of the former Yellowstone National Park into the Estates at Yellowstone™. As the formerly rugged ground was graded into the smooth surfaces necessary to build the broad arterials, looping drives, and nestled cul de sacs that would define the geography of this exclusive suburban community, a small smile played across his lips, as if some ancient anger had finally been soothed.
February 5th, 2007 at 9:45 pm
Man! Gil Thorp is showing more raging dewlapia than A3G.
February 5th, 2007 at 9:48 pm
I for one like the way Gil Thorp jumped to “days later” in panel three, when none of the panels relate to each other anyway.
February 5th, 2007 at 9:55 pm
You have to love Curtis. I love everything about it in a manner which is almost half-sincere.
“Compton” is just a slang word those black youngsters use, I’m sure. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s like “bling” or “hootie hoo” or whatever.
February 5th, 2007 at 9:57 pm
You laugh, but I lived in a house with a multitentacled furnace like that. They’re nightmares to keep working.
February 5th, 2007 at 9:59 pm
As a result of Billy’s rantings, Bil and Thel Keane were successful in having his geography textbook banned from the school district where he attended. The subsequent uproar over the content of the geography textbook prompted Bil and Thel to enroll their children Billy and Dolly in a religious private school (one alternate ending to this cartoon panel).
February 5th, 2007 at 10:00 pm
Also, that “DAYS LATER” in Gil Thorpe really threw me for a loop. It’s a bold insight into the workings of the Thorpeiverse. It could have been just minutes after the game, it could have been DAYS LATER, sure; but couldn’t it just as easily be a thousand generations hence, on some distant planetary colony? Apparently, yes, it could. You can’t tell the characters apart, anyways, so this supports my hypothesis.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:02 pm
(DT)GT- A few days (weeks, decades,whatever)..back, Jefferson High’s team had “JEFFS” on their jerseys.
Why doesn’t Milford have…you know.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:02 pm
The distance between Compton and Philly is roughly what Billingsly is to reality. But then, what do you expect from someone who uses Billy Keane instead of MapQuest?
February 5th, 2007 at 10:04 pm
That FC snark was totally excellent, Josh.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:06 pm
Thanks for clarifying that. Even though it says so at the top, it wasn’t clear that the people in the first panel were actually supposed to be females. I mean, it’s not like (DT)GT makes usually sense from panel-to-panel, I figured that maybe the artists were going in a new direction by having captions that have nothing to do with the panel where they are placed.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:06 pm
Tyler Jay’s misshapen, angular hands make me afraid. I can feel them ON me. Stop it!
February 5th, 2007 at 10:09 pm
Wait wait wait. I don’t read Curtis but I just looked it up on wikipedia and it told me Curtis is supposed to be 11. If so, why does he have the beginnings of a mustache when he hasn’t gone through puberty? Am I missing something here? Oh. Maybe it’s his lips. That first panel is very misleading.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:10 pm
In today’s Diesel Sweeties, that looked like Slylock Fox on the television. (Or was that the microwave?)
February 5th, 2007 at 10:12 pm
I’d love to have been a fly on the wall during Johnny Hart’s inspiration for this BC: “Hey Johnny, will you be attending my Super Bowl shindig this weekend?” “Shindig, eh? Now wait a minute! Shindig…Shin…Dig…Shindig…Brilliant!” Actually, he probably just made it up when he was high on mushrooms.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:12 pm
Wait, what?
First Slylock and Co. were locked in the cellar, turned off the heat… “DAYS LATER” after the burglar had murdered all the tenants and their frozen bodies were found – the police dug up the remains of the tenants, finding nothing but tibias?
and little Billy knocked out New Thayer?
Maybe I read that all a little too fast.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:12 pm
Ah yes, because when it’s freezing in your apartment at night, you can get someone to check the furnace immediately.
Oh thank you, Slylock Fox, for giving me such a hearty chuckle. When the men from the wrecking crew discover your bones while scavenging copper pipe, I will lay a wreath on your grave.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:12 pm
GT: What’s going on in the second panel? There’s a broken finger, a fist that looks like it wants to break some more fingers, and they don’t look like they’re actually attached to the face that also happens to be in the panel.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:14 pm
The fact that the author thinks Compton is in Philly and the fact that no popular rapper has had a name even remotely like “Kaheem” in the past 15 years simply serves to reinforce my belief that no one black (and certainly no one under 65) is remotely involved in the production of Curtis.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:18 pm
Uh, the Compton/Philly thing is an obvious joke.
Seriously, I know the comic is bad, but a rapper *named* Compton who’s *from* Philly is a joke. You can’t make fun of a comic for including a joke, come on!
February 5th, 2007 at 10:22 pm
Well, now criminals know how to trap Slylock Fox: pretend to be the victim and tell him the real criminal went into the closest dead-end location that’s easily turned into a jail cell–he’ll merrily waltz right in.
The burglar must not have had any telltale clues for Slylock to spot, like owning a watch with no hands or having cold ears or being a beaver.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:23 pm
Personal Foul called against the C’s…Shindigging…10 years and no time out!
February 5th, 2007 at 10:23 pm
Billy wants street names? Mister Dotted Line Wherever The Margo I Go? He wants GPS-like accuracy??
The heart fails. And poops.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:24 pm
Slylock Fox – Max and that rat – It’s kinda like Goofy encountering Pluto.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:25 pm
Also, if i were Slylock, I’d grab that mop handle and wail away on those heating ducts. Unless the building covers 28 square blocks, someone’ll come investigate a lot quicker than when it starts to get cold.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:26 pm
Bil Keane on Drawing. Today’s lesson: perspective. “When you draw the smug, angry face on your basketball-headed caricature of a son, only give his bulbous pig nose one nostril!”
February 5th, 2007 at 10:27 pm
If it’s “freezing cold,” why the hell is Max running around in shorts with no shirt?
And they’re both barefoot, fer chrissakes!
February 5th, 2007 at 10:27 pm
Yo yo yo, that’s like calling me T-Fable or Lil’ Preener or something phat like that.
Ow, I just strained my incredulity.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:28 pm
ATTENTION EARTHERS! CHENNUX MUST REPOST THIS FROM THE EARLIER THREAD! JOSH ACTUALLY GOT ONE UP PRIOR TO MIDNIGHT ET!
ON ZYNEX, WE HAD COMPOSERS CALLED GILBREX AND SOLLIVAN. THEY WROTE LIGHT OPERA UNTIL THEIR HANDS BLED AND THEIR FINGERS FELL OFF! CHENNUX SINGS MUSIC WRITTEN SPECIFICIALLY FOR HIM! YOU WILL LISTEN AND OBEDIENTLY OVATE!
FROM THE OPERETTA, THE PIRATES OF PENZXTGPLINA!
I AM THE VERY MODEL OF AN EMPEROR GALACTICAL!
I SEEK TO CONQUER CLASS M WORLDS WHENEVER IT IS PRACTICAL!
I’LL THREATEN YOUR DESTRUCTION WITH BOTH MAJESTY AND SPECTACLE!
MY CANNON FIRES BOLTS THAT REEK OF MAGMA THAT’S ELECTRICAL!
I READ YOUR COMICS DAILY AND ADMIT THAT I AM QUIZZICAL!
WHY LIZZIE P. HAS YET TO HAVE A BOYFRIEND THAT GETS PHYSICAL?
WHY MIKE CAN WRITE A BOOK THAT NETS A CHEQUE THAT IS ADVANCIBLE?
IT MAKES ME WANT TO SHOD YOU ALL IN TAP SHOES HIGHLY DANCE-ABLE!
(WE MAKE HIM WANT TO SHOD US ALL IN TAP SHOES HIGHLY DANCE-ABLE!)
AUNT RACHEL HAS A CANCER THAT SEEMS QUITE THE TYPE INOP’RABLE,
BUT ABBEY SEEMS TO HOPE THAT IT WILL SPREAD AND IS UNSTOPPABLE?
WHY CEDRIC SEEMS SO EVIL YET HE’S ONLY A CANADIAN?
AND GROVES WILL GET A BENTLEY FOR SEX SERVICING THIS HARRIDAN?
AND MARY WORTH CALLS DR. LING TO GET ADVICE THAT’S MEDICAL?
AND TOMMIE GETS HER TONSILS LICKED BY SCUMBAGS WITH LIP FOLLICLE?
WHILE BEAVERS MOIST AND SLIPPERY CAVORT AROUND THE ELRODBALL
ARE MANY OF THE STUPID THINGS THAT I JUST DO NOT GET AT ALL!
(ARE MANY OF THE STUPID THINGS THAT HE JUST DOES NOT GET AT ALL!)
THIS TORQUES ME! SO KEEP DANCING ‘TIL WE COME UP TO THE MADIGRAL!
I’LL SLIP OFF WITH THE LIFEFORM WHO IS CALLED ISLA MORADIGAL!
SQUID COUNTESS AND POTEET WILL ACT AS BRIDESMAIDS AND AS CATERERS
JUST BRING THE SCOTCH AND HAGGIS, WON’T NEED CUCUMBERS OR ‘TATOERS!
TRUE FABLE, DANCE WITH PREENER, AND GH TEAMS WITH OLD FOGEYETTE!
PETEMOSS AND LITTLE APPLEGIRL WILL DANCE A MOSH PIT MINUET!
LUMPY IS MIXOLOGIST! SPOI THE MINISTER!
RED GREENBACK WILL HELP LYNNGINEERING DOING SOMETHING SINISTER!
NO CHORUS HERE, I’VE GOT TO GO ‘CAUSE I’M AN EVIL EMPEROR
I’M LATE TO BLOW UP RIGEL SIX AND THEN GO TO THE LIQUOR STORE!
I LOVE MY JOB, IT’S WHAT I DO, I KNOW I’M HAPPY TO REPORT!
AND I NOW HAVE A RHYMING WORD FOR MY EXPANDING SKXCRITORT!
END TRANSMISSION!
February 5th, 2007 at 10:28 pm
FOOB — GAH! How can we pass up today’s Foob? Obviously the old bitty is trying to drive G’pa Jim INSANE by asking him such stupid questions when he’s already given her an answer! If I were him (and thank God I’m not stuck in his hell of foob-filled world), I’d take my cane and beat what’s-her-name silly. Mercy killing…that’s what it’d be…he’d be doing it to save himself from the misery of her idiotic “companionship”.
MT — Ha-ha! Love the giant mail-delivering canada geese, eh?
MW— Is it just my imagination or is the good Dr. Jeff sporting a rug?
February 5th, 2007 at 10:29 pm
I’m worried about Curtis. Whatever he’s hiding under that cap — be it a tumor, a parasitic vestigial twin or perminant swelling from “Onion”’s beatdowns — it’s now causing him to sweat bright yellow urine.
That’s just not right.
Plus: Compton Kaheem ain’t got no rhymes. If you want real hip-hop from Philly, it’s all about “Westwood Katmandu” or “Taluca Lake Malcolm Jamaal Warner.”
Word.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:30 pm
GIL THORP: That’s not snow *or* confetti- it’s millions of irate killer bees descending on the unfortunate women in the stadium, whose screams of pain and horror will undoubtedly be misinterpreted as joyous ululations over the game. Note that in panel two, Tyler is not catching a ball, but actually trying to ward off the multi-segmented abdomen of the merciless bee-queen…
February 5th, 2007 at 10:31 pm
Red Greenback:
I initially parsed that word as ‘dewlabia’, so you can imagine my disappointment when I found out it had something to do with cheekbones.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:35 pm
#12 — Considering Curtis’ snacking habits mark him as the Inner City’s answer to Dagwood (Daghood?), he’s probably ingested so much bovine and poultry hormones that he’s gone into precocious puberty (MIO Premature Puberty CBFOTI — http://tinyurl.com/2km4p7). That would explain an 11-year-old sporting a ’stache as well an insatiable sexual appetite vis à vis Michelle.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:37 pm
O great Emperor, why do you have me dancing with Gadge Cubic? Will that help me learn the ancient ways of mole preening? Or help mold him into being a picture perfect Liar of No Small Means?
** wearily tromps a beat in worn-out shoes ** I betcha ten gorfibbs he’ll want me to double-time it.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:38 pm
ten seconds to a marginal improvement in the BC punchline:
“An archeological excavation where only tibias are found.”
February 5th, 2007 at 10:43 pm
#30 — I’m no endocrinologist (now that the meddlesome State of New York says i need to actually possess a pesky medical degree), but that’s gotta be a symptom of what i alluded to in #33.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:48 pm
Slylock: The furnace makes sense in a cartoonish way. Oil fired (tank on the right), forced air (the tentacles), air intake questionable.
I think the problem/solution, but not necessarily the specific cartoon, has been used before.
I’d smash a hole in that piece of crap door. Being locked in a room is a staple of cartoons, sitcoms and old mystery movies, but how many rooms actually have doors that can’t be unlocked from the inside?
February 5th, 2007 at 10:50 pm
Josh, great call on the 9th Circuit in the GT post, it’s the bane of conservatives everywhere, or so I hear.
Curtis: It can no longer be viewed without first seeing the brilliant parody done by Watch your Head on Sunday.
February 5th, 2007 at 10:51 pm
#19, I agree, Compton/Philly is the deliberate (and comic! Ha!) juxtaposition of two (in this case geographic) opposites that is so prevalent among today’s rappers, you know, like Biggie Smalls, Danger Mouse, or Fifty Cent.
February 5th, 2007 at 11:00 pm
Ah, so Slylock Fox with his clever escape plan was the one responsible for all those old folks freezing to death in their apartments on that particularly chilly night…
February 5th, 2007 at 11:03 pm
I feel a song coming on:
Liz Patterson, Tony Caine, Marmaduke, BIG Great Dane
Charterstone, Tobey’s sportin’ cameltoe
Eddie Crankshaft, Al Scaduto, Studebaker, Telegrams and
North Mtgwaki, South Mtgwaki, Dick and Tess Tracy
The Kelpfroths, Cathy, Binge and purge, Blue Serge
Neil, He’s quite the catch, Tommie’s finally met her match
Dr. Ling’s got Vaccine, Cory’s got the old queen
Junie Morgan’s got Niki now, Paint my garage, and how!
We didn’t start this great site
It was Josh who brought it
And thank God I caught it
We didn’t start the CC
No we did the right thing
Joined this cool happening
…That’s all I got…Fuck you, (pony) Billy Joel!
February 5th, 2007 at 11:07 pm
I always thought Danger Mouse was named after the old cartoon. You know, the one that was like Mighty Mouse, only different?
Also, not even Bert from Sesame Street would say a pigeon looks intelligent.
February 5th, 2007 at 11:08 pm
I keep reading “Lady Mudlarks” as “Lady Mullets” and giggling hysterically, at least until I remember that it’s Gil Thorp, where even mullets lose their intrinsic humor and become flat, boring accessories to uninteresting stories.
Gil Thorp is the comic strip equivalent of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.
February 5th, 2007 at 11:14 pm
It looks like Tyler Jay could pretty much wrap one hand about that basketball. Which is A) floating, and B) smaller than Tyler’s gloriously empty head.
All these girls came to watch a manchild swat around a tiny balloon. Just sayin’.
February 5th, 2007 at 11:15 pm
CURT to the ISM: Fresh Prince outta Bel Air-”Parents just don’t understand”
February 5th, 2007 at 11:15 pm
42: Danger Mouse, he’s fantastic.
I always rather like Penfold, however.
“cor, right, DM!!”
February 5th, 2007 at 11:17 pm
22. And keeps it wher it is?
February 5th, 2007 at 11:18 pm
#44 Ben- You know what they say–”Big hands, big gloves”….What?
February 5th, 2007 at 11:21 pm
Raindrops falling softly
As I walk on down the road
Neon lights flicker
Reflecting on my leather coat
A black guy passes me by
He’s looking kinda high
When I’m reaching for a smile
I see that strange look in his eye
Here I am in Philadelphia
And I’m walking in the rain.
You’re out there in Compton, baby
Do you still remember my name?
February 5th, 2007 at 11:24 pm
SF: Honestly, I could look at that drawing of the furnace all night, it looks so stark compared to the bright cartooniness of Mssrs Fox and Mouse.
February 5th, 2007 at 11:30 pm
The Compton/Philly joke resembles something that occurred on Trailer Park Boys, where a rapper named “Detroit Velvet Smooth” was actually from Moncton, New Brunswick.
February 5th, 2007 at 11:46 pm
If there is justice, then the precipitation in Gil Thorp is nuclear fallout.
February 5th, 2007 at 11:47 pm
I think I’ve figured out why I’m so afraid to look at (DT)GT. It reminds me of that classic TWILIGHT ZONE wherein the evil Nazi war criminal tries to hide from his pursuers in a beautiful peaceful painting in an art museum but makes the mistake of doing the hiding process in the dark of night, not knowing that the museum paintings have been switched, so he finds himself screaming in agony in a horrible painting from which he can never ever escape. If I don’t look at (DT)GT for more than a few seconds, squinting through my fingers, that can never happen to me, right?
February 5th, 2007 at 11:53 pm
Can anybody really tell the difference between girls and boys in Gil Thorpe anyway? I mean the girl in the back row of the 1st panel….that’s a girl?!? Really?!? The same team could play Thayer “days later” and no one would ever know. Slap a few ponytails on those boys and you got yourself a new team.
February 5th, 2007 at 11:59 pm
I love those directions. Turn left on I-40, go 1000 miles, turn right.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:00 am
Crumbs Chief!
February 6th, 2007 at 12:12 am
When did Lt. What’s-his-name join the Blue Man Group?
February 6th, 2007 at 12:22 am
Red Greenback, I wasn’t drivin’ down that road. i guess it would explain the female interest. But I think I’ll stick with “McLaughlin can’t draw.” That accounts for there being only four faces in the entire strip.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:27 am
The best thing about today’s Apartment 3-G is the way, in the final panel, Gary looks put out by Tommie’s thought balloon. Whereas we all know that if he could read minds, he would have already gotten the message that Tommie only likes inconsiderate men who ignore her and knock her into walls.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:35 am
In today’s RMMD, Abbey the Wonderdog kisses Niki on the jaw and makes it all better. She may not work in a medical clinic like her owners, but she seems to cure more folks than they do.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:35 am
Long time reader, first time commenter. Good to have you back. I never realized what a talent you had for mockery and derision until you were gone.
I will give up my first born child to ensure you never leave again.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:37 am
Monday’s Baby Blues: Obviously bad parenting and a total lack of discipline! I’m 53 years old and I’d STILL never say ¤@!#Ó¨* in front of my mother!
February 6th, 2007 at 12:38 am
That’s not snow. That’s dandruff, from a roomful of Gil Thorpians shaking their giant heads around in excitement.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:41 am
Finding a mouse in the furnace room: momentarily startling.
Finding a fox in the furnace room: bizarre and puzzling.
Finding either one the furnace room, wearing clothing: deeply, profoundly disturbing.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:46 am
12/6 –
MT — I’m starting to feel bitter because the geese around here never talk or bring mail. They just hang around most of the year, pooping and raising the E. coli count in local ponds.
JP — So Neddy is passing up croissants in France when she’s still young enough to burn off the calories? Quelle maroon.
RMMD — No one has to be reminded that YOU are female, June. Yowzah!
MW — Until this strip, I never realized how very very hard it is to draw Asian people. I can almost see the tongues sticking out of the artists’ mouths and the sweat beading on their foreheads as they labor over those ever-so-tricky Asian features.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:54 am
Again, Johnny Hart seems pretty clueless on the whole concept, since they didn’t have archeological digs in ancient times! Gahhh! Is that so hard to understand? Your caveman would have absolutely no frame of reference to understand, let alone laugh at, that pathetically feeble attempt at a joke.
Which leaves unremarked-upon the other odd element in this strip, which is that according to Johnny and his evangelical pals, the earth is only 6,000 years old so all archaeology must ipso facto be fraudulent bunk, yet somehow Johnny manages to restrain the impulse to inappropriately incorporate his religious beliefs into a little off-topic social “commentary.” Not that that is a bad thing, just very atypical for Hart.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:58 am
#7 Red –
You made me laugh. Surely we have a candidate for COTW here.
February 6th, 2007 at 1:04 am
No,no,no. Slylock’s little catamite Maxwell is a mouse. The furnace-infesting vermin is a rat. Everyone knows cartoon mice are cute and wear humanoid clothing, but rats are scum. Points deducted, Mr Curmudgeon!
February 6th, 2007 at 1:05 am
What frightens me is that it looks like Tyler’s left fist is trying to punch out his right hand. Maybe his last name is “Durden”?
February 6th, 2007 at 1:12 am
I have it at last! After long nights spent in cogitation, I have realized the secret of the Foobiverse.
It’s Ned, the muse of Canadian culture! It was due to Ned’s influence that Michael was inspired to spew forth a stream of sewage worth $25000. (A bit like those artists who sell their week’s collected garbage to galleries for $50000.)
But now Ned has deserted Michael and is in the possession of Weed—Weed, the former equal partner, now left behind earning a scant living as a free-lance photographer while Michael jets off to “Whither Canada?” conferences at the Banff Springs Hotel.
But Weed knows the secret of Agnes Dingle, and inspired by Ned he begins a brilliant photo-essay on the current life of Agnes Dingle. He shows her hobbling along with her walker past huge stacks of “Windswept Manitoba Thighs” featured at Chapters, heating up cans of dog food over a single burner in her tiny Cabbagetown room above “Norm’s All-Night Kitchen” and fighting off drug addicts trying to steal her old age pension cheque. These touching shots are interspersed with pictures of a tuxedoed Michael enjoying the high life, all shot from a very low angle (as Weed is hiding under the buffet table) which makes him look like Orson Welles in A Touch of Evil. A few candid shots of Deanna at Loblaws attempting to buy groceries while maintaining control over two hyperactive children get added in to the mix.
Thanks to Ned’s powerful influence, Weed’s brilliant photo-essay is snapped up by Maclean’s and featured as a cover story the week before Michael is due to receive the Governor General’s Literary Award.
Weed’s appearance with Ned on Canada Now leads the CBC to air a live one-hour interview with the still heavily bandaged Kelpfroths. The press (except for The National Post) features the story day after day, until Chapters yields to the demands of protesting crowds, and all copies of “Windswept Manitoba Thighs” are pulled from the shelves. (They are later shipped to Sudbury and used to fill in an exhausted nickel mine.)
Ottawa belatedly realizes that the award should really have been called the Governor’s General Literary Award, and in the interests of good grammar the ceremony is cancelled.
Weed goes on to be recognized as the leading photo-journalist of the 2020s. His iconic photographs of the Enola McLuhan dropping its load of leaflets over the last rebel-held enclave of Nigeria win him a Pulitzer Prize.
Michael is appointed to the Canadian Senate and his name never again appears in print during his lifetime.
February 6th, 2007 at 1:15 am
Perhaps Milford treats the girl’s basketball team like Arizona State treats theirs. That is, makes them play outdoors, on a baseball diamond, in the rain.
http://www.usatoday.com/sports/college/womensbasketball/games/2006-12-19-texastech-arizstate_x.htm
February 6th, 2007 at 1:16 am
You know what I like about B.C.? Nothing. That said isn’t it cool when they define a word using the same word?
February 6th, 2007 at 1:27 am
BC I not sure, but I almost admire the tortured, belabored path Hart took to get to that punchline. Wouldn’t it have been more in keeping with the tenor of the strip to turn it into a hackneyed pun about beatniks? Like, when the knee really GETS the shin, it’s a shin-dig, daddy-o. Or are all pre-1970 colloquialisms the intellectual property of a certain Mr. Scaduto? In which case, Curtis is in a world of trouble.
Speaking of Curtis, he needs to tell his Pops to STEP OFF with his playa (and pigeon) hatin’ self. Maybe he needs to make Pops one o’ those ’special sandwiches’. Now THAT would be gangsta!!!
February 6th, 2007 at 1:30 am
66. No one told these things to William Hanna and Joseph Barbera when they went ahead and made the Flintstones, and Joseph Barbera died a rich man.
February 6th, 2007 at 1:37 am
GT: “…transformed Milford High athletics into a gender-blind paradise…”
They aren’t blind, it’s just that they all have the same doctor performing their eye-lift procedures?
February 6th, 2007 at 1:38 am
GT – basketball? Tyler is clearly in the midst of a volleyball serve. GTown is very progressive to have a boys volleyball team.
February 6th, 2007 at 1:49 am
Todays GT – boys gone wild? girls scoring early and often? someone “heading to the bucket” after a “blowout”? Has there ever been a dirtier strip?
February 6th, 2007 at 1:55 am
34 TF: I addressed your query but posted it to the Land of Misfit Elderly Posts where no one will read it, so here it is again:
Regarding Galaxative Emptier Niptux’s dancing partnering – among my many talents, dancing cannot be numbered even in the most charitable view of things. For several moments after waking in fact, walking is a serious challenge. In fact, if I dance, I’m likely to get so confused that I will swoon onto the nearest cushy sofa where I can be revived only by Poteet and AppleGirl’s simultaneous ministrations…
So yep I’ve got my dancing shoes on.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:24 am
The 2/6 Curtis, (DT)GT, and La Cucaracha ALL feature some version of a “Girls/Boys Gone Wild” joke. What gives? Was there a memo circulated, and if so, why for the love of all that’s holy did 9CL not do something along those lines?
I am totally disturbed by the implications of a father showing his son a GGW video, but I am considerably more disturbed by the image of Iris kneeling in front of Jim asking permission for something.
La Cucaracha doesn’t get mentioned here much, but I like it. The next time somebody asks me to do something I don’t want to do, I am totally saying, “I just Mexi-can’t.”
February 6th, 2007 at 2:30 am
FBOFW and Mary Worth have been neck and neck lately in the pissing me off contest. MW wins today: You must avoid poor people, foreign people, and especially poor, foreign children at all costs. If you try to help them, they will suck the life out of you and make you crazy!
Stay tuned for tomorrow when FBOFW re-ascends to the “crappiest moment of my day.”
February 6th, 2007 at 2:38 am
#77: Well, there was this comic with some beavers in it…
February 6th, 2007 at 3:01 am
2/6:
FOOB: Looks like one of us commentors has to change his online moniker (slightly) to “Artist Formerly Known as Blackbeard”.
Overall, the woman who played horrible mindgames is now mocking her invalid hubby… and he suddenly thinks it’s cute. This FBOFW is twisted! Twisted like the knot on Saddam’s noose!
Lockhorns: So she takes Leroy all the way to an eye exam just to nag him about clothes on the floor! Jeez, even Ma and Pa Zits don’t do that.
S-M: (to be read like Norm MacDonald on Weekend Update)
Good publicity: Appearing on a pro-Spidey talk show.
Bad Publicity: The Spiderman comic strip.
A3G: Tommie, stop thinking like that, you’re upsetting Mind-Reading Dan Quayle!
BBailey: Lt. Fuzz is as pathetic as Tobias Funke.
Marvin: He’s not yelling like a brat, he’s singing “Nobody But Me” by the Human Beinz (1968)
Curtis: ???????????????
February 6th, 2007 at 3:15 am
A3G – Second panel: First time I’ve seen Gina look cute, ever.
February 6th, 2007 at 3:21 am
52 Analyzer: You beat me to it. I was also going to say that the precipitation in GT was nuclear fallout, and that it finally explains why everyone in the strip looks so strange.
Meanwhile, over in Lio, looks like the cartoonist has the same opinion of FW as we all do:
http://www.gocomics.com/lio/2007/02/06/
February 6th, 2007 at 3:24 am
It’s worth noting that, in addition to the geographical confusedness of Compton Kaheem from Philly, no “best rapper” from anywhere has also been a great dancer. No, Will Smith doesn’t count.
February 6th, 2007 at 3:53 am
=v= 77. — How could you overlook June’s imminent “garage-cleaning” in Rex Morgan, M.D.?
February 6th, 2007 at 4:51 am
LC: “I just Mexican’t.” Ho, ho. What a thigh-slapper. I see Carlos Mencia isn’t the only so-called-comedian who can’t get over the fact that he’s Hispanic, and thinks we can’t get over it either.
February 6th, 2007 at 5:11 am
June is ostentatiously arching her back, thrusting her breasts out and hurriedly stripping off the robe-like shirt over her tight, tight sweater. Tonight, Nikki turns back to God: “Thank you for sending Katrina! Thank you!”
February 6th, 2007 at 5:20 am
FOOB: Oh. My. God. Why doesn’t Gramps just write what he wants to say? Why is his wife of 9,000 years mocking him? Why, oh why, does Lynn think the suffering of an ailing old man no longer able to communicate with his loved ones is funny?
And where’s my gun?
February 6th, 2007 at 5:23 am
as for B.C., it is closer to a joke than most recent strips.
However, it has been almost two generations since the television show with the same name aired, so B.C.’s timing is kind of prehistoric.
What did you expect?
Microcephalics. Funny as hell when they almost know something. The whole FC material is based on kids never knowing enough and not quite getting it.. I’ve known five year olds who could grasp the difference between a road map and an atlas. Our current president should be so smart.
February 6th, 2007 at 6:13 am
#82 – Damned straight. The crazy bitch Iris and crazier bitch Lynn obviously think the sordid horror Jim’s life has become is a source of gut-busting merriment. This is Lord Candiru calling on all relatives of stroke victims to express your righteous rage to the vicious ball of hatred calling itself Lynn Johnston. (Fortunately for you, not only is she bug-fuck crazy and rattle-snake mean, she’s also so haplessly stupid she’s got her REAL address on her home page.)
February 6th, 2007 at 6:17 am
JP – “I have fresh fruit and croissants” indeed. Don’t be so indirect, just ask her to Le Bucket.
A3G – Tommie’s tire marks are back on her face and she is just having her first drink. This woman must be a cheap date.
MW – Watch out for Mary’s Hand of Steel, Jeff. And look at the move she taught to Steve Canyon – awesome!
RMMD – Make yourself at home Niki, and later you can lick the puppy.
February 6th, 2007 at 6:32 am
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/style/comics/king.htm?name=Beetle_Bailey
What the hell.
I don’t get it.
And when did we start recruiting Smurfs?
February 6th, 2007 at 6:35 am
Aldo has risen and he’s doing alright.
http://www.gocomics.com/brendastarr/2007/02/04/
February 6th, 2007 at 6:36 am
#93 – It’s probvably the same colorist who did Glenda’s magnificent hair.
February 6th, 2007 at 6:45 am
Not “Compton”, “CAMDEN”. Anyone can make that mistake. And Camden is a hundred times tougher than Compton.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:29 am
MT: Oh, good. Fishing. We needed a break from the normal frenetic pace.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:29 am
#77: Victoria Waterfield: With today’s (DT)GT you don’t even have to make a joke, do you? Just point people to it. Each panel is filled with more innuendo than the previous. Boys-Gone-Wild? And it’s not even in Margo quotes! That means it’s literally BOYS-GONE-WILD. They’re flashing the camera repeatedly while drinking stolen Zimas!
February 6th, 2007 at 7:36 am
The goose in today’s Mark Trail has prognostication skills rivaling Ms. Ella Byrd. “He wants to do a little fishing” indeed!
February 6th, 2007 at 7:41 am
#28 – Galactic Emperor Chennux, with great respect and deep humility, may I dare to suggest that what goes on between Mr. and Mrs. His Popeness Josh, whether before or after midnight, is simply TOO much information. I’m just saying.
2/6 Curtis – What the MARGO?!? Somebody call Social Services.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:50 am
Yeah! The butt-orating goose is back in Mark Trail!
Cherry (what a name), with her arms full of dirty dishes, looks horrified in panel one, or just completely exasperated at Mark’s news of yet another house guest, who she will have to clean and cook for while Saint Mark saves the Forest yet again.
MW – where exactly is Jeff’s right hand supposed to be in panel one?
RMMD – My, what a stretch you have there, June! Nice juggers, and all for Darling Niki. I hope this doesn’t cause a plethora of kids to start “snatching” purses.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:59 am
#78 GC, MP: Ah, I see. So dancing has nothing to do with it, it all boils down to intergalactic weight throwin’-aroundin’. Well, phoo. But hey, if dancing will get me ministrated by Poteet and Apple Girl, I’ll polish my wingtips and make with the Happy Feet.
MW Atta girl, Mary – arm wrestle the sick man in his hospital bed, the way you manhandled old’ Dr. Tran there! Dr. Tran, get the hypodermic needle ready, and when Mary goes for the pin, stick it to her.
A3G I don’t know which is more annoying, Tommie’s buckboard & schoolmarm getup, or the sea anemones on Gina’s head. Damn, is this Alice through the Looking Glass? And then there’s Boy Tommie, looking pissed about something he’s not supposed to even acknowledge.
BB There’s a fireplug in panel two. … Why?
GA You know, if Corky and Skeezix just go ahead and kill Wilmer, he’ll be dead, buried and long forgotten before anyone cares enough to wonder where he is.
Phantom I am stuck on Bandar, ‘coz Bandar’s stuck on me.
Curtis Just what the hell is Curtis watching, anyhow? It never really says. Maybe it really IS a Girls Gone Wild video. I’ll bet that rocks the little twerp’s hat off his misshapen head.
FBoBW Permission to mutiny and make Lynn walk the plank, Pope Josh? Permission granted, I betcha!
February 6th, 2007 at 8:01 am
I don’t know how many of you read it, but today’s Lio made me spit out my cereal:
http://ucomics.aolsvc.aol.com/news/lio/
Look carefully at the surrounding strips in the in-strip paper…oh the comic gold…
February 6th, 2007 at 8:06 am
#53 Poteet – Gil Thorp is absolutely the most abstract art I’ve ever seen. In fact, McLaughlin could ink in a penis anywhere in the strip, and no one could guess what it was. However, any other object would be under suspicion.
And don’t you just love that rootin’, tootin’ crowd in panel 1, and that all-fired up ball player they are watching! Let’s all cheer for the Milford Paint Peelers!
February 6th, 2007 at 8:10 am
Re: today’s grim FBofW:
“Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.”
from The Waste Land
And re: the freezing of the strip in time:
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
from “Burnt Norton” (Four Quartets)
Lynn is our T.S. Eliot.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:12 am
I don’t get today’s Beetle Bailey.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:14 am
FBoFW Somehow I doubt that a man who can barely put out a syllable is going to somehow say “Blackbeard”. Seriously, is this possible, given his circumstances? I realize strokes kind of short-wire the brain, but this just seems awfully damn cruel. I’d be expecting “boat” maybe, or “beard” (at which case she’ll know to call Deanna), but maybe I’m way, way misinformed. Somebody clear this up, okay?
And if Iris is having trouble communicating with him and he with her, why is she asking if other people should come over and help frustrate him even further? Iris is trying to one-upsmanship Elly in the I’m-running-your-life Olympics.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:16 am
In today’s BB, I think the idea is that the non-blue guy doesn’t want to go to either.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:22 am
B.C.: Save the bad puns for Lynn Johnston, please.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:25 am
All you Curtis h8ers out there (82, 102); I’m thinking the punchline is coming tomorrow. And does no one appreciate “Girls Gone Wild – The Syrup Chapter.” Come on, that’s parody worthy of The Onion (or is it The “Onion“) – comedy gold!
February 6th, 2007 at 8:26 am
DtM That’s better, Dennis. Here at MenaceWatch2007, you get +1 point for a snide comment. However, if you’d threaten to shut the keyboard lid on her hands unless she forks over payola, you’d get another +4 points. +10 if you actually shut it on her.
FC I sat and waited. Absolutely nothing happened, not a flicker of a smile, not even so much as a blink of my eyes. Dead. Ass. Nothing. Give it up, Bil.
Baby Blues TDIET for the younger set. I never liked BBs and now I have proof why.
JP I thought Abby was wearing a purple hoodie for a minute there. And Clark Kent is giving the back of Neddy’s dirty hand a hard stare. Watch out for the heat ray, Neddy!
TDIET Where Baby Blues goes when it graduates into constant tedium.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:31 am
RMMD: JUNE! SHAMELESS HUSSY! Look at her preen and show off her moles!! (Gadge, step in here at any point…) I believe she’s seeing if the little ‘purse’ ’snatcher’ can find the ‘broom handle’ in order to ‘clean her garage.’ ‘Dinner’ is ’served!’ This is worse innuendo than MT and the wet beavers.
In the meantime, Abbey licks Niki’s face and thinks, “Not bad… I wonder if he makes his own gravy?”
JP: We’re stretching the space/time continuum even more than normal. The plane lands at 1:30 AM. They clear customs and experience Cedric’s NASCAR-like driving from Orly to Paris, which puts us at what, 3:30, at best? Then they walk around Paree in la belle aurora, meeting scruffy Habitants and waltzing into their street party. I’m guessing that takes us to 5:30 to 6 am. By my calculations, to make an 8 am painting class at Ecole du Fauve, she would have to have been awakened before she went to sleep.
Of course, who could sleep with Aunt Rachel and Groves going at it hammer-and-tongs with the screams of “Here comes the butter for YOUR scones!” echoing through the apartment. Brrrrrrrrrrrr.
Listen: Neddy Spencer has become unstuck in time.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:33 am
#110 stinky pete – Well, yeah, I saw The Syrup Chapter but I was hoping he mentioned it for a home run in the third panel. I guess we will have to wait for tomorrow after all.
But if there’s nothing there, I won’t be surprised.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:35 am
#112 LOL, “butter for your scones”? oh lord, willethompson, I’m laughing and my mental image eyeballs are bleeding all at the same time!
February 6th, 2007 at 8:37 am
# 53 – I don’t mean to nitpick, Poteet (Well, yes, I do mean to nitpick. I just lied to you. I lied, and I’m sorry.) but that wasn’t The Twilight Zone. That was Night Gallery. Same thing, though. Night Gallery was basically The Twilight Zone in color.
MT – Okay, this time there is no mistaking that the goose is doing the talking. The lead to the word balloon is pointing upward to the goose, not downward toward the house. I hate you, Elrod! Don’t ever change.
RMMD – So June is busting out all over, and all Niki can think about is getting licked by a dog? Crap, what do they teach these kids today?
February 6th, 2007 at 8:40 am
MT Well, the goose would know, see; he’s been around and knows all the latest goings on. He’s just following the bouncing Jackelrod Ball anyway.
I wonder how MT is going to manage to make us care about a misunderstood fish, if that is where the storyline is going.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:40 am
Permission to laugh?
May I have permission to blow chow now?
February 6th, 2007 at 8:43 am
Max Mouse is severely underdressed for a freezing cold night. Also, I wish someone would slap that silly hat right off his head.
I am very tired and don’t have anything else of merit to say (not that what I said was of merit), so I shall go read y’all’s comments and laugh till I start coughing again. Yay chest cold! Watch me turn into Lizardbreath and demand pity!
February 6th, 2007 at 8:49 am
#116 True Fable – he’s going to tell us a story called “Ricky the Rainbow Trout Learns the True Meaning of Earth Day.” There will be Good Guys who leave nothing but footprints, and Bad Guys who litter and swear and start forest fires, and giant ass-talking aquatic creatures.
(I am an advocate of leaving nothing but footprints, just so no one thinks I’m making fun. It’s Mark Trail I’m making fun of, tee hee. I am also against littering and starting forest fires, but not so much the swearing.)
February 6th, 2007 at 8:50 am
#113 TF, I erred in using the term “punchline,” which implies a humorous payoff. Better: “I’m thinking the explanation is coming tomorrow.”
Also, I neglected to point out the comedic genius in having the Dad say “HA” 15 times in the last panel. One can only ponder how many times Billingsly revised that nuanced dialogue before getting it just right.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:55 am
#119 jules – ah! thanks for the info. I wondered how it would turn out, being as how Molly the bear eats fish, and if a fish was the integral part of the next story, I wonder if this particular fish manages to get caught by a fisherman, than gets left in the humane cooler long enough to make us worry about how much oxygen is left, then is released since it turns out the fisherman is a catch and release kinda guy, and then Molly almost eats the fish, and then it gets away in the end to live happily ever after in the beaver pond, where it realizes it has to swim back upstream through all that mess again, at which point later off camera, it will beach itself and die.
Just call me little fable sunshine.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:55 am
Today’s Curtis confirms my opinion that it’s written by a middle-aged Jewish guy who’s heard of black culture, but has never actually experienced it.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:56 am
BB-Hey, Lt. Fuzz may be an utter tool, and he have suddenly morphed into an Andorian (he’s hidng the antennas under his helmet) but at least he has diverse musical taste. In fact, ol’ Mort Walker deserves some mad props…he might be an ancient comic strip writer, but he knows rap music exists, which is more than you can say for the guys who churn out TDIET and Family Circus. Do you suppose Walker knows how to program his new-fangled VCR gizmo, too? What a happenin’ old dude! You go, Mort!
TDIET-I think this weekend I’m going to visit the local appliance store and ask for a dishwasher with a “detritus chewing drain”, just to see the look on the salesperson’s face. It will rock.
Curtis-Can someone explain the 2/6 installment to me? It makes absolutely no sense to me, and this is from a guy who can usually figure out ‘B.C.’
Zits-I never thought about this before, but why does the dad in this comic dress like Han Solo?
MW and FBOFW-Okay, I don’t like the messages these two comics are sending, that going to other parts of the world to help people less fortunate than you is somehow wrong, that you must stay in your comfort-filled suburban bubble FOREVER.
FBOFW-Way to go, Iris, badger the poor man with non-stop questions. He’s not having problems UNDERSTANDING you, you miserable old hag, he’s having problems TALKING. Ask the question and give the man a chance to try and respond. If all else fails, ask him to write what he wants down. Boy, just when I think FBOFW can’t get any worse, it somehow does! I think ol’ LJ has said, “Screw it, screw this award-winning comic strip bullcrap…I’m going to make it progressively suckier and suckier and see if my syndicate notices!”
Slylock-It’s pretty sad when the furnace in ‘Slylock Fox’ has more attention to detail and looks more realistic than any of the human beings in ‘Gil Thorp’. Boy, I thought for sure the solution to their locked-door dilema would be to yell into the furnace pipes, hoping the noise would travel up into the apartments and wake someone up. Wouldn’t the person they were helping wonder what happened to them and come looking for them, too? Or is it assumed the burglar went back and busted a cap in him or her? Gee, I don’t know if kids should be exposed to this comic now…
FW-Emboldened by his wife’s return to health, Les is now starting a field-trip-fund-fraud scheme, ensnaring innocent youngsters into his web of deceit and lawlessness. Maybe this is setting FW up for a crossover with ‘The Phantom’, and we will get to see the amazing sight of the Ghost Who Walks trampling Les with his elephant. That would increase the entertainment value of FW by a factor of at least ten.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:58 am
#115 – Yes, with Tommie’s smudged makeup and buttoned-up look, Gina’s disastrous Gidget hairstyle, Sally Forth about to hit the big four-oh, and Abby contracting ADHD (Abby’s Diminishing Heinie Disease), June has certainly taken center stage today.
February 6th, 2007 at 9:10 am
FOOB 2/6: OMG! Jim and Iris are going to play pirate. He’s going to be Blackbeard and she’s the pirate wench. “Permission to laugh” indeed. That’s by far the most disturbing thing I’ve seen all morning.
Oh, and hi. Newish reader, first time poster.
February 6th, 2007 at 9:13 am
Oh please let the Keane’s create a lush concrete paradise through Yellowstone. If it is indeed the caldera of a Megavolcano that’s goingtoeruptrightnow that the Discovery Channel has been saying it is we might finally have discovered the way to destroy the Family Circus. Lava burns evil too, right?
February 6th, 2007 at 9:24 am
#121 – Sounds like the story of Liz!
February 6th, 2007 at 9:29 am
Whew! don’t any of you people have LIVES?
Just popped in to skim and say that I would be honored to dance with GH in the service of the great Galactic Emperor Chennux.
Now I’m off for my snark lessons.
February 6th, 2007 at 9:29 am
SF: Now there’s a t-shirt: “Excuse me, but that’s my stool.”
February 6th, 2007 at 9:31 am
Gender equality in Milford is made that much easier to achieve by the fact that it’s difficult to distinguish the women from the men and vice versa.
February 6th, 2007 at 9:33 am
You’re not cute Billy. Just stupid. Very stupid.
February 6th, 2007 at 9:34 am
Luann- I know nobody reads or mocks this strip but myself, but in today’s strip is Brad so depressed and confused by his raging incestual desires that he is trying to learn to autofellate?
February 6th, 2007 at 9:36 am
#128 Old Fogeyette – Lives? People have those?
February 6th, 2007 at 9:40 am
Ever since Unka Lumpy gave us that Houston Chronicle link that displays *all* available daily strips, I’ve had a problem. I really really just don’t “get” some of these. before, I could just glide over them, but now this incomprehension is rubbed in my face every morning.
For instance, and anyone help me with the followig particularly egregious examples:
Ballard Street
http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComic.mpl?date=2007/2/6&name=Ballard_Street
Curtis
http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComick.mpl?date=20070206&name=Curtis
Cleats
http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComic.mpl?date=2007/2/6&name=Cleats
This isn’t a case of lame jokes. This is a case of “where’s the joke at all?”
February 6th, 2007 at 9:40 am
I am also totally baffled by 2/6 Curtis, syrup? am I missing something?
I do like Tommie’s feeble attempt to play herself off as makeout queen of The Tavern.
February 6th, 2007 at 9:44 am
Check out today’s Lio, the gag is amusing, but the snippets of text from Funky Winkerbean seen in the margin are priceless. In the first panel of FW you can only see the word ’sick’. In the second panel you can see two word balloons, the first saying ‘I went to the doctor today’ with the second replying ‘Now what?’. It’s so real it’s frightening.
February 6th, 2007 at 9:50 am
134, 135 THE PAYOFF TO CURTIS (such as it may be) IS COMING TOMORROW!!! Do you read any of the previous posts (110, 113, 120) before you pontificate?
February 6th, 2007 at 9:54 am
#53 Poteet
See, today’s (DT)GT is a good example of why you don’t even want to peek. There’s this . . . creature in the third panel and . . . it has two faces. One face has a sharp cheekbone and is facing right and the other has jowls and is facing left. And it’s right up front where you can’t miss it. Even I am deeply disturbed by it.
February 6th, 2007 at 9:58 am
#128 Old Fogeyette
An honor as well. And I’ve been practicing! Not that I had any say in the matter.
February 6th, 2007 at 9:58 am
134 Saxman.
Ballard St: I would say martin has an aversion to having his feet touch the grass, so he slides along the grass on his board until he reaches the sidewalk. Why his sidewalk does not reach his front door is a matter best left unexplored.
Cleats: Having coached kids’ basketball, I actually laughed at this one. This inbounder wants to appear cool by calling out a play on the inbounds pass, like LeBron does it. The rest of the players are baffled because the team does not have any set plays. So, the passer calls out the “Whatever” play. I guess you had to be there – I was, too many times.
Curtis: #137 said it best.
February 6th, 2007 at 9:59 am
Thoughts on BC:
Perhaps the characters in BC were the victims of some huge shipwreck or plane crash on the way to some religious retreat and now they are stranded. That would explain their primitive living conditions. However they seemto have a general knowledge of current events which wouldn’t be explained by this explanation.
Maybe they are part of some strange religious cult that spurns technology even more than the Amish do. They aren’t even allowed to use tools to build houses. They are a group of eccentric religious fundamentalists that have exiled themselves to a private island.
However the anti-technology cult doesn’t really explain why one of the characters wears glasses. Whatever the explanation, I’m pretty sure they ain’t prehistoric cavemen, given all the references to Jesus, golf, archealogical digs, the Florida election results, the Super Bowl, etc.
I think they must be kind of like those people in that move “The Village.” So what are your thoughts? Castaways? Religious cult? Eccentrics?
February 6th, 2007 at 10:00 am
#7 Red Greenback – oooooooooooo, THAT’S a slow roller. maybe a bit too subtle for COTW, but niiiiiice.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:00 am
Did anyone else not get today’s Mother Goose and Grimm? I re-read it like six times to no avail.
See it here: http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/fun/mgg.asp
You’ve got Mr. Peanut reading the paper, then an acorn and what appears to be a brown Tylenol reading the comics, with the little pill saying “I don’t get ‘Filbert’ today.”
Is he saying he doesn’t get Dilbert or he doesn’t get Mallard Filmore? What comic is ‘Filbert’ supposed to be? And why are they nuts? Is it some kind of avant garde joke about how I’m going nuts because I don’t get a strip about nuts who don’t get a strip? What the hell is all this?
February 6th, 2007 at 10:05 am
#89 Stacia
They cannot use pencils to communicate because they burned in the apartment fire.
Heck, didn’t the typewriter burn too?
February 6th, 2007 at 10:08 am
I get Cleats in my paper on Sundays only…it’s usually pretty inoffensive to my intellect, and I can see sports-playing kids really liking it. I’m kind of “meh” towards it, saving the totality of my hatred for FBOFW, BB, and FC.
GT-Anyone notice that Jayna from the Wonder Twins (of ‘Super Friends’ fame) is sitting in the bleachers? No wonder the girls basketball team kicks so much ass! Can you imagine how useful she’d be in any sporting event?
“Form of…kangaroo!” (Jumps way high and slams dunks)
“Form of…cheetah!” (Runs way fast and dominates the 100-yard dash)
“Form of…kodiak bear!” (Totally jacks up and mauls the other team in any sport she’s in)
Does this mean Gleek the Super-Monkey will make an appearance? Because that would increase the coolness factor of GT by a factor of at least twenty.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:10 am
#139 gh: Do you tango? It’s my favorite. Though I haven’t done it since my wedding.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:11 am
143: “filbert” is another name for hazelnut. Not that that knowledge makes the joke much funnier.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:13 am
#143 Barry
A filbert is a kind of nut. He could just as easily said “I don’t get Hazel” if Hazel was still around. Or he could have a jar of peanut butter and a piece of white bread and a knife standing there and one says “I don’t get Marmalade. Too me, it’s just a big jar.”
February 6th, 2007 at 10:17 am
#146 Old Fogeyette
I don’t know if I tango or not. Every time Chennux gets me up on the floor, I blank out. I’m more a Mashed Potato kind of guy.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:24 am
I’ve returned after Googling. A filbert is actually an elongated variety of hazelnut, so the pill-shaped dude may even be a filbert himself and… bah, who cares, gh’s response was way more entertaining.
Speaking of which, does anyone know if Brad Anderson really had a dog named Marma-lady? I swear I remember reading this as a kid, maybe even in a “Doggone Funny” segment.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:36 am
JP- Uh-oh – that big, square jaw can only mean one thing – Neddy’s gonna get some Canadian club while she’s abroad. Probably in an Paris elevator.
Of course, he’s only working for Rachel for a week. Which means he’ll soon be looking for other temp work. Which will probably involve working as a life model at Neddy’s school, much to her embarrassment and titillation. Being Judge Parker, he’ll turn out to have a physique like the original GI Joes – buff, ripped and lacking a penis.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:37 am
2/6
Ghost who…: I’m not up to speed. Are they worried that Morrissey will finally do himself in?
H&L: Mr Thurston is now a gamer geek rather than a drunk. Is that a promotion or a demotion?
Lockhorns: Speaking of demotions, Niles Crane is none too happy about losing his psychiatrist gig and becoming an optometrist for the middle-aged.
(DT)GT: I don’t know if it’s been said before but… PLEASE rethink your use of the phrase “boys-gone-wild.” It calls to mind images that are not suitable for a family paper, and may overstimulate high school music teachers everywhere.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:39 am
141
Sometimes complex problems have simple explanations. In this case, any explanation must account for the following:
Primitive men (possibly several species)
Low tech not corresponding to any known archeological discoveries
Knowledge of our current events
Knowledge of our history (Jesus, etc.)
Dinosaurs
Talking clams and ants
The only explanation I can think of is that a bunch of modern day time travelers were stranded in the far past (some time with dinosaurs). They brought some neanderthals with them. Most of their technology was lost. They fragmented into at least four different tribes. The tribes still stay in contact. Several generations pass. They continue to maintain one way contact from the future (some kind of time radio?) They can’t return however, and appear to have no desire to do so.
Oh yeah. And at some point talking clams and ants invaded earth.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:40 am
Josh –
Please add grammar check to my wish list. “Too me.” Jeez.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:57 am
http://images.ucomics.com/comics/lio/2007/lio070206.gif
I third the kudos to today’s Lio.Also, one of the best Funky’s of the last 10 years.
February 6th, 2007 at 11:08 am
#92 Coffeeclash
I don’t think those are tire marks on Tommie’s cheeks. Check out Dr. Tran in MW. Tommie’s turning Vietnamese. That wacky Tommie!
February 6th, 2007 at 11:33 am
#155-Haw! Even Batiuk’s fellow cartoonists are making fun of Funky Winkerbean. Sucks to be you, Batiuk! Maybe NOW you’ll dial down the melodrama, eh?
February 6th, 2007 at 11:40 am
Nice shoutout to this site in today’s Watch Your Head.
February 6th, 2007 at 11:43 am
Man, it took me until now to get #7 by Red Greenback! That’s a great line, Red. Very COTW. And so subtle! Here I thought I was the porn king of Toledo but…
February 6th, 2007 at 11:50 am
#7, Oh so subtle but not completely original…
February 6th, 2007 at 11:50 am
# 28 — Your Major Eclecticness, I responded to your amazing song in the earlier thread, but can’t remember what I said because my feeble human mind is not as powerful as yours, sorry.
# 115 — John C Fremont, you are of course correct, and I appreciate being reminded of NIGHT GALLERY so I can give it credit for giving me traumas when TWILIGHT ZONE wasn’t available to do so.
# 138 — gh, I just peeked again, and THEIR MOUTHS ARE ALL OPEN. Augh! Augh! I’ll try to heed your advice next time.
February 6th, 2007 at 11:51 am
“Compton Kaheem” is much like “Onion” in that the double quotes means you interpret it as a literal character string. It also seems to imply intuitively that the characters within the double quotes are not given names but nicknames. Therefore, upon further review, the joke stands as called. Josh, 15 yard penalty for unnecessary roughness, First down!
February 6th, 2007 at 11:51 am
I am confused by today’s comics.
One, Beetle Bailey made no sense, plus Lt. Fuzz is inexplicably blue. Then, there are no less than THREE girls/boys gone wild references (Curtis, GT, LaCucaracha), one of which I can’t make heads or tails of (Curtis).
Also, someone explain the #7 comment to me. I feel so helpless today!
February 6th, 2007 at 11:53 am
#163, I’d suggest putting “MILF” into Google but the results would definitely not be safe for work.
February 6th, 2007 at 11:55 am
MW 2/6: Looks like Mary is having a “Dead Zone” moment about the children and peace Village.
February 6th, 2007 at 11:56 am
Re #7: Geez, so many newcomers here. Doesn’t anyone remember back in the day when commentors had to spell Gil Thorp’s hometown “M!lford” in order to get past the spam filter?
February 6th, 2007 at 11:56 am
#163, and everyone else who finds Curtis inexplicable. imagine GGW with maple syrup instead of water used for the wet T-shirt contest. Sheesh, does no one have a dirty mind around here?
February 6th, 2007 at 11:56 am
You’re correct, Gabe Kotter.
Original thought is like original sin: both happened before you were born to people you could not have possibly met. – Fran Lebowitz
February 6th, 2007 at 12:00 pm
Ah. Yes, the Milford thingie. Thanks.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:02 pm
Okay, it still doesn’t make a lot of since. One, they don’t do wet tshirt contests, they flash boobies. Two, a lot of people LIKE the idea of young nubile women covered in syrup.
I was hoping there was some other, hidden joke about syrup I was missing.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:16 pm
170. I guess the joke in Curtis may be that instead of young, nubile, bikini clad coeds gone wild the video is of the matronly Aunt Jemima and Mrs. Butterworth gone wild with their new wild raspberry imitation flavored syrups?
February 6th, 2007 at 12:23 pm
What exactly is happening here
February 6th, 2007 at 12:23 pm
I’m sorry, but the description of Neil cracked me up so much, I had to combine it with the look of a Vytoren commercial.
Hopefully clicking here works.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:23 pm
God, I hope so.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:23 pm
#171 MossMoses
Oooooo . . . raspberry. Now I’m all sticky. From, from the syrup.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:26 pm
I saw this while googling Fran Lebowitz this morning and it made me think of Michael Patterson (Omigosh, did I just use the names Fran Lebowitz and Michael Patterson in the same sentence?):
“She has 3 daughters whose names are Caoughin, Byrehrn, and Siebheidn, but of course, they are pronounced as Lisa, Kim, and Ann, respectively†– Tales from a Broad (Fran Lebowitz)
February 6th, 2007 at 12:30 pm
gh, you dog, the GEC picked you to tango with Fogeyette! Sweeeeet. But I’ve always wondered, how is your name pronounced? Is it a simple “GH” (gee aich – the two letters) or is it an “eff” like the gh in tough, or silent like the gh in naught, or is it Throatwarbler Mangrove? Or for that matter, Raymond Luxury-Yacht?
February 6th, 2007 at 12:32 pm
#172, see posts 134, 140. READ OLD POSTS BEFORE POSTING! MAN LAW!
February 6th, 2007 at 12:34 pm
#177 Wobbler! Wobbler! Not Warbler! GET MONTY PYTHON REFERENCES CORRECT! MAN LAW!
February 6th, 2007 at 12:39 pm
SF: “no one can hear their cries for help”… oh come off it. That furnace looks like gas forced air to me. All Slylock needs to do is whisper into the grate and every tenant in the building would have to turn up their radios to drown him out. Problem solved without endangering the cat-food-eating biddy with poor circulation who lives in the corner unit and leaves the window cracked in the desperate hope of undoing the dessication caused to her face by the gas forced air. I’m just sayin’.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:39 pm
Mrs. Butterworth is really sexy. There’s no telling what imitation buttery goodness she hides under her matronly apron but you can just imagine her buttery orgasms.
Another possible syrup gone wild scenario:
Bust out your beer bong and see who can chug syrup the fastest. Chances are you’ll get queasy the next time you see an IHOP.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:39 pm
Phantom: Yep, that’s how I would find out about unknown trouble ahead; riding up on an elephant and a horse, chatting.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:54 pm
Instead of letting the tenants freeze, couldn’t Slylock Fox just yell into the heating vents, which would carry his voice upwards?
Of course, this assumes that foxes can yell, instead of just bark…or whatever foxes do…
…but if all they can do is bark, how would Slylock communicate with the freezing tenants once they open the furnace room door…
…oh, forget it. I need to lie down in a dark room.
February 6th, 2007 at 12:57 pm
#177 willethompson
Yeah, that GEC is a sweetheart. I’ll introduce you some day. “gh” is silent when I’m not posting. When I’m posting about FW or FBoFW it’s sort of a gargling, choking sound like “aaarrrghghgh”" and when I’m reading your comments it’s like the “f” in “laugh.” Ex. 1: Butter your scones.
Actually, the only reason it’s gh is that ab, cd, and ef were already taken. I was next in line. Josh had handed out all the cool names before I got here. That is how it works, isn’t it?
Oh, and your name always reminds me of the nursery rhyme:
Wee willethompson
Types out the tunes,
Lurking and reading
We laugh like baboons.
Snarking at the targets,
Asking stinky pete,
“Are the quipsters all in bed?
For it’s now one o’clock in the morning people and I’ve got a [Margo]ing deadline to meet!â€
February 6th, 2007 at 1:01 pm
72 (Harry Merkin). I actually had a cheap paperback dictionary that defined hunchback as “A hunchback.” No other definition offered — if you don’t get it, screw you..
February 6th, 2007 at 1:03 pm
after all the talk, i had to check out curtis. i am now profoundly disturbed.
February 6th, 2007 at 1:08 pm
After staring at Gil Thorpe for a few minutes, I just took a walk around the office, looking at some people to make sure I could still the difference between the genders. I’m glad to report that the real world maintains its more obvious differences. The world of Gil Thorpe, however, remains a scary place where “boy” and “girl” are merely suggestions.
February 6th, 2007 at 1:11 pm
lio goes the curmudgeon on funky winkerbean. nice.
February 6th, 2007 at 1:13 pm
#187 MusicFan,
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls,
It’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola.
DTGT’s artist is just a big Kinks fan, and this strip is his tribute.
February 6th, 2007 at 1:20 pm
damn. lio’s already been done. apols, all. that’s what i get for being away for a day or so and tripping too lightly through the heady and redolent comment fields. i was just intoxicated by the beauty.
February 6th, 2007 at 1:21 pm
People! Everyone! It’s Thorp! THORP, THORP, THORP! Not Thorpe. It’s (DT)GT, not (DT)GTe! We save the extra “e†for Toeby! OK??
February 6th, 2007 at 1:25 pm
Josh, I think your Project Wonderful ad code is broken. I suspect the “r” field in the URL is supposed to be this webpage, not the webpage from which we arrived at this one…
February 6th, 2007 at 1:29 pm
#70 Mr. O’Malley,
“His iconic photographs of the Enola McLuhan dropping its load of leaflets over the last rebel-held enclave of Nigeria…”
Nice FT reference! “It’s all over! We’re coming home!”
February 6th, 2007 at 1:30 pm
Are we all sure the author of Curtis is black?
February 6th, 2007 at 1:31 pm
#189 kilgore trout
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls,
It’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola.
That one’s just ripe for the picking:
. . . except for Tommie
La la la la
Gary
La la la la
Gil Thorp
February 6th, 2007 at 1:32 pm
H&L — “Wang Liqin,” indeed! Yep, ol’ Thurston’s watching “fantasy Ping Pong on his laptop,” all right. And that ain’t “time” on his hands, Hi, nosirree! Good to see that since Thirsty’s sworn off the joy juice he’s got his circulation back, ifyouknowwhatimean.
S-M — Let me add to the growing chorus of people who pose this query: Who the French Fry is Spidey talking to? (Oh, now i recall: He has the proportional exposition skills of a spider.)
February 6th, 2007 at 1:37 pm
Props to Hi & Lois for working “Wang Liqin” into the joke today.
February 6th, 2007 at 1:38 pm
#192 Darth Paradox — well, I think you’re right, but that’s all taken care of at Project Wonderful’s end (they just give me JavaScript to drop onto the page to autogenerate the ads). I will let them know, though.
Josh
February 6th, 2007 at 1:49 pm
Re: Curtis- incomprehensible syrup joke aside, what really concerns me is that this seems to be a strip about a 10-year-old boy who is excited to watch porn with his dad.
I think the joke in Beetle Bailey is that Lt. Fuzz has such horrible taste in music that he gives equal consideration to a rap show or a symphony, and the other guy is disgusted and doesn’t want to hang out with him anymore.
Or maybe he’s trying to get away since Lt. Fuzz has developed gangrene.
February 6th, 2007 at 1:57 pm
#184 gh – Damn. “Are the quipsters all in bed?
For it’s now one o’clock in the morning people and I’ve got a [Margo]ing deadline to meet!†Yep, that sums it up.
Back to the deadline thing. They couldn’t sell fiber optic cable without me…
February 6th, 2007 at 1:58 pm
I always read Beetle Bailey before with the same concentration I put into brushing my teeth–not a whole lot of thought, just part of my daily hygiene. However, with the eerie color-changing and racial drama that appears to be arising, I may have to rethink things.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:05 pm
Señor Ricardo Gonzalo Pedro Montalbán Merino
Long time lurker, first time poster.
It seems some imposter calling himself Ricardo Monteban tried to pass himself off as I yesterday. It is clever, no? No, it is not. And now that you have forced me from the shadows, I demand satisfaction! Electromagma cannons at ten parsecs. The Emperor Chennux shall act as my second. You will feel the Wrath of Montalbán.
And to all, should I survive – a certainty, I assure you – I depart immediately, never to return. A site where one’s name is used for cheap laughs, unspeakable! On the first available flight I leave for Branson, where genius is appreciated and, I understand, richly rewarded.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:11 pm
Cesar Romero, Fernando Lamas, Ricardo Montalbán — all the same guy?
Discuss.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:12 pm
Tomorrow’s BC:
Caveman looks at dictionary sitting on rock. “Path-etic n.”
Caveman looks as if someone just told a lame joke. “The road to Etic”
February 6th, 2007 at 2:13 pm
#92 Coffeeclash : “just ask her to Le Bucket.”
Bwahahahaha. Coke-spittingly hilarious. I can’t shake the image of him saying, slowly and distinctly, “Voulez-vous aller a Le Bucket avec moi, pour faire le Bentley et le Compton?”
February 6th, 2007 at 2:13 pm
Yesterday’s Curtis is funny because “Compton” and ‘Philly” are so incongruous. Also, the name Kaheem is funny because it begins with a hard-C sound.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:14 pm
#200 willethompson
Fiber optic cable?? gh! gh! gh! gh! Better you than me.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:14 pm
FBOFW – Iris is dumber than dirt. Any normal caring person would ask the old man questions that could be answered with yes or no. And she’d be calling up his friends herself and inviting them to drop by and visit. Her methods of communication must be frustrating to both of them. I hate her, she’s so stoopid.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:15 pm
I grew up in a house that had a furnace exactly like that, only the entire thing was painted to look like a giant pink octopus. It was surreal and terrifying, but not nearly as surreal and terrifying as half the stuff in Family Circus.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:16 pm
What day am I on? Anyway, FOOB gave me a big laugh today because what’s funnier that someone with aphasia? I was going to write “whatever problem a person has that keeps them from being able to express the right word” giving wide latitude for the CC police to slap me around with their word truncheons.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:17 pm
Uh, the Compton/Philly thing is an obvious joke.
Seriously, I know the comic is bad, but a rapper *named* Compton who’s *from* Philly is a joke. You can’t make fun of a comic for including a joke, come on!
Incidentally, I agree that this is likely a joke. Done recently (and very well) by the comedy Trailer Park Boys, in which the rap group Detroit Velvet Smooth turn out to be from Moncton, New Brunswick.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:19 pm
#199 – Chromium – I really couldn’t make heads or tails of Beetle Bailey today either. Maybe Fuzz & Flapp are hanging and Flapp gets the suspicion that Fuzz is headed towards the love that dare not speak its name. Flapp doesn’t want to ask, and really doesn’t want Fuzz to tell, so he just gets right the hell out of there.
Or, it could be because Fuzz is a prick and no one wants to hang out with him no matter what kind of music he listens to.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:20 pm
#211 Already noted in post 51! see post 178! Argh-gh-gh-gh-gh
February 6th, 2007 at 2:20 pm
#211 – Craigers – The Harlem Globetrotters were from Chicago, too.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:21 pm
191 gh says: “People! Everyone! It’s Thorp! THORP, THORP, THORP! Not Thorpe.”
Yeah I know. — [Bonus points if you can sound like the wheelchair guy on Little Britain when you say that.]
February 6th, 2007 at 2:23 pm
#203 Ricky Ricardo
*sputter* You have the temerity to suggest — I will not be drawn back into this — maldición!
And Lucy carried you for years. Farewell!
February 6th, 2007 at 2:28 pm
#66 – Shadowfax – you bring up good points. There is an alternative theory that says BC isn’t really “Before Christ”, since Hart regularly talks of Christ and all things Evangelical/Godly. The strip is not prehistoric, but post-apocalyptic. “BC” is the just the name of one of the characters. All the modern references would explain themselves in this theory. However the theory does not cover the existence of dinosaurs, so it needs tweaking.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:30 pm
78 – Gadge, have you swooned into that couch yet?
February 6th, 2007 at 2:33 pm
The Harlem Globetrotters were from Chicago
Yes, and pretty much every significant black baseball team until the mid-20s was called the “Giants”, because it was a well-known codeword for negro teams. (So that you could put up posters saying “Tomorrow – Fairgrounds – Local Team vs. Trenton/Chicago/Philadelphia/ Lincoln/Wherever Giants” and people would know it was a black team in town).
February 6th, 2007 at 2:33 pm
#208 AppleGirl
Focus. Focus. It’s not Iris; it’s puppetmistress Lynn making her do that. Iris is not a Patterson, and it’s hard to make someone come off as more feeble than someone who’s recovering from a stroke, but it must be done. Now take a cleansing breath and repeat after me: STB! STB! STB!
February 6th, 2007 at 2:36 pm
209 – Caitlin H.: Thanks for the good laugh!
February 6th, 2007 at 2:38 pm
MT — Look. Mail delivering geese are all well and good but I don’t need them reading my mail before I get to read it. Damn nosy fowl.
# 138 gh, That face in Gil Thorp(e)’s third panel is nightmare fuel.
Hasn’t it already been established that Pluggers are morbidly obese? What a healthy group of manbeasts.
#164 Doesn’t MILF stand for Mallards I’d Like To Forget? …Or is it Mules In Lost Forest?… Males Irritatingly Like Females? …Manatees Illicit Lots of Fun.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:38 pm
#215 — “No! Not the Craw! The Craw!” (Guess who recently got his hands on the Get Smart box set?)
Despite the fact that it’s based on the putative “l”/”r” shibboleth attributed to Chinese and/or Japanese speakers of Engish (though i maintain it can equally be seen as lampooning the Charlie Chan/Mr. Moto white-guy-playing-an-Asian trope), it really is a perfectly formed joke.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:39 pm
220 – STB! STB! STB!
Thanks, gh. I was getting too mad about Iris’ stoopidity.
This is exactly why I swore off FBOFW for my new years’ resolution (and failed a week into the new year!)
February 6th, 2007 at 2:42 pm
“#223 — Oops, i meant “English” (and not “Engrish”).
February 6th, 2007 at 2:42 pm
Gawsh, some of y’all are a bit testy today, eh? I’ve got some Valium if anybody wants some, all you have to do is ask!
FOOB: In tomorrow’s strip,
PANEL 1 : Iris, fresh from her funny Blackbeard yuck-up, gets up a bit too quickly, because she wants to start badgering Jim whether he wants his coffee iced or boiling lava hot. She trips over the vacuum cleaner and breaks her hip, just out of reach of the telephone.
PANEL 2: Iris screams, “Jim! Call 9-1-1! I’m hurt! I can’t move!
Jim has a thought bubble : “There is a God!”
PANEL 3: Chinnutz walkers himself over to the phone. Three hours later he has poked out 9-1-1. When he hears, “9-1-1, what is your emergency?” Jim clearly shouts out “Stifle!”
PANEL 4: Chinnutz stands, holding the receiver, which is emitting question marks. He looks at Iris and has another thought bubble: “Permission to laugh, indeed!”
I think that’s the way it went, or something like that.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:43 pm
Señor Ricardo Gonzalo Pedro Montalbán Merino: Does your spaceship have genuine Corynthian leather upholstery?
February 6th, 2007 at 2:44 pm
FW- Can’t wait to see that party in Cancun. Hopefully Lisa will appear in this years edition of “Girls Gone Wild: Spring Break”.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:44 pm
Any other predictions on what scared adolescent Curtis and dirty smirking Dad are really watching? Syrup Girls Gone Wild doesn’t seem to phase Dad, but freaks Curt right the hell out. I bet it’s a home video of Mom & Dad with a couple of bottles of Hershey’s.
Or, it’s that Michelle girl that Curtis has been pining for since the strip began. Yeah, Dad loads up some underage porn and shows it to his kid – on VHS. And there’s syrup involved somehow. This is looking pretty bleak no matter how it gets sliced.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:45 pm
226 – Luna, sorry I got testy. FBOFW does that to me. I promise not to let it get under my skin again. Thank you for previewing tomorrow’s scenario. That was better than Valium.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:46 pm
#226 Luna: Three, please – and a Jim Beam chaser.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:47 pm
#223 HBGlord
Yes! Mel Brooks + Buck Henry = pure comic gold.
#224 AppleGirl
And I gave up FW for almost 2 weeks before I caved.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:49 pm
#217. That’s easy. The dinosaurs in BC are the mutated descendants of normal lizards. Because everyone knows that lizards turn into dinosaurs when you irradiate them. I mean, if you can’t trust the American Godzilla movie as expert biology, what can you trust?
Or it could just be that God made ‘em to test his post-apoc faithful.
The radiation would explain clams with feet, though.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:51 pm
232 – FBOFW and FW – Oh, the power these comic strips have over us. Horrifying yet fascinating. Like a train wreck, we can’t look away. Giving up FBOFW? It was easier for me to give up drinking.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:54 pm
OH, Gawsh again.
While I was writing my story, there went the exchange between AppleGirl and gh.
I agree about the puppetmaster and all that stuff. You know, I believe we all could go storm LJ Enterprises and just Slap That Bitch to death. No jury would convict us.
STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB!
STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB!
STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB!
STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB!
STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB!
STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB!
STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB! STB!
February 6th, 2007 at 2:56 pm
Oh, and I forgot to include the very disturbing Curtis link so everyone can throw up in their mouths a little.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:57 pm
#224 MossMoses, et al.
My client insists all subsequent inquiries be submitted in writing by certified mail. He will deign to respond this one last time and asks you, respectfully, to blow it out your shorts.
February 6th, 2007 at 2:58 pm
235 – No, Luna, I was testy and your story helped immensely. I wish you wrote it every day! STB! STB! STB!
February 6th, 2007 at 3:00 pm
I want to see Marys face when Dr. Tran informs her that as “Close Dear Friend” of Dr. Jeff that she also must undergo the same antibiotic treatment. Except that shes deathly allergic to the drug so an alternative must be used..one that is only effective when administered through a dull rusty needle. The old Biddy will complain that she and Jeff were never physically intimate and Dr. Tran will smile and give her that condescending look that Mary has given to untold thousands…paybacks a Bee-otch you old crow!!!
February 6th, 2007 at 3:00 pm
236 – hogenmogen, you’re right… what WAS that?
February 6th, 2007 at 3:01 pm
And, speaking of their leather, did the Corithians ever write back?
February 6th, 2007 at 3:03 pm
#210 – Bob – “what’s funnier that someone with aphasia? ”
Well, a woman dying of cancer, of course. Funky had to ruin the joke by putting it into remission again, but hey, Rachel in Judge Parker is set to be a barrel of yukks! But you know what’s really funny? Email from Iraq! It even beats a one armed mother on the comedy scale.
February 6th, 2007 at 3:06 pm
I was driving back to the office after lunch today, and one of the small, newly planted trees next to the creek had been gnawed down – the wood chips were scattered all around the pointed stump. My first thought was that Theodore and Castoria had arrived.
Ok, so it’s not snarky, but ever since I got the new drugs from my doc, the only thing that gets me irate is FOOB. And today’s got me really irate.
February 6th, 2007 at 3:07 pm
#234 AppleGirl
It’s a matter of personal taste, I know, but I always reserve the term “train wreck†for Gil Thorp (you know, body parts flung hither and thither, the anonymous dead). FW and FBoFW, more like, what? Genital herpes? Searing pain and just when you think they’re gone, they’re back, and only drugs will help?
February 6th, 2007 at 3:08 pm
Curtis — I’m thinking that it’s a video of Curtis as a baby, all covered in pancake syrup. For some reason, that popped into my head after I took another look at the comic.
February 6th, 2007 at 3:15 pm
Sorry, but I find this Curtis Compton Kaheem/Harlem Globetrotters crossover pretty damn hilarious. It’s like:
Curtis: Dad, that’s Compton Kaheem. He’s the best rapper out of Philly.
Dad: “Compton”? That’s in L.A., not Philly!
Curtis: But, Dad, the Harlem Globetrotters were from Chicago.
Dad: Oh, I’ll be. You’re right, son. Hey, wanna watch some syrup porn with me?
February 6th, 2007 at 3:15 pm
ATTENTION EARTHERS! YOU WILL FLIP ON YOUR BACKS AND WAVE YOUR FEEBLE LIMBS IN THE AIR! CHENNUX HEARS HIS NAME TAKEN IN VAIN!
#202 MONTALBÃN MERINO: HAVE YOU EVER FIRED A MAGMACANNON BEFORE? AS MUCH AS CHENNEX LIKES A GOOD MAGMACANNON DUEL, YOU NEED TO RETHINK YOUR DISTANCES! MAGMACANNONS ARE GOOD FOR PLANETARY BOMBARDMENT AT RANGES OF UP TO 25,000 MILES (3.82 SMERLOX OR WAY LESS THAN A LIGHT-SECOND)! TEN PARSECS IS 32.61518604044 LIGHT YEARS! OR EVEN FURTHER IN REX MORGAN YEARS!
BTW, CHENNUX WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU CAN SCORE HIM A DEAL ON RICH CORINTHIAN LEATHER! IN EXCHANGE, CHENNUX WILL NOT LAUGH AT YOUR PATHETIC WEAPONS EXPERTISE! HAHA! OR AT LEAST NOT LAUGH AGAIN!
TRUE FABLE AND GADGE! ENOUGH DANCING! WATCHING YOU MAKES MOST OF MY EYES HURT AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY! INSTEAD, INTO THE POOL! I WANT TO SEE SOME ESTHER WILLIAMS ROUTINES BY DAWN, ZYNEX TIME! AND WHO TOOK THE LAPHROIAG? GH, POTEET, FOGEYETTE, I’M LOOKING AT YOU!
END TRANSMISSION!
February 6th, 2007 at 3:16 pm
In Slylock Fox, no one can hear you scream.
February 6th, 2007 at 3:16 pm
A3G: It seems to me that the Neil character is a combination of Warner Baxter in 42nd Street and John Barrymore in Twentieth Century. The latter character was a satire of the famous stage director David Belasco.
I think it’s a long-lasting archetypal representation of “New York theatre director” that’s been rattling around in popular culture for the last century or so.
February 6th, 2007 at 3:21 pm
Well, at least we now know that Curtis comes by his multiple-ha syndrome honestly: http://joshreads.com/?p=829
Ahh, Wiley’s dictionary (and all Pattersons) are just pikers in creating cringe-worthy, convoluted, unimaginable-by-the-sane puns compared to Ruthie of OBH. How I hate her.
And in totally nonsnark mode: Peanuts is now two days into a rerun of one of my favorite strip series ever. I remember reading it over and over in one of my Peanuts books and worrying with Snoopy about how he would ever escape from the icicle. (As a child, I never noticed that in this storyline Snoopy’s doghouse was under the eaves of the house whereas in all other scenes before and afterwards, it is out in the open. Oh well. Still a classic in my eyes).
February 6th, 2007 at 3:39 pm
RMMD: A talking goose, yes. But what I’m really wondering about is the stories that Mark used to talk about. “Hey, remember the story about the squirrel? How about the one about the bear? Man, those were some good stories. Let’s talk about more of them.”
February 6th, 2007 at 3:40 pm
John Fremont: don’t worry, June is a patient teacher.The Abbey face licking is just one more step.
February 6th, 2007 at 3:42 pm
#245: booper the sycophant, that was my thought, too. …though the “girls” part doesn’t fit.
February 6th, 2007 at 3:43 pm
#247 Galactic Emperor Chennux
Most humbly, Your Graciousness, from Whom All Laphoiags Flow, please refer to – or, perhaps ask your Attorney (General?) to refer to – post #237. *whimper*
And, um, if you’re ever in need of first rate representation in matters of Earther copyright law, or prenuptial agreements per Florida statutes, my card.
February 6th, 2007 at 3:43 pm
Is any of the Judge Parker dialog supposed to be in French? Or did Neddy step off the plane and go “Ou est … uh …. Ou c’est trou .. trou … ” OH FUCK IT!??
This has been another edition of Stupid Comic Questions.
February 6th, 2007 at 3:46 pm
She should learn, at least “Où se trouvé le fichu condom!?”
February 6th, 2007 at 3:49 pm
#246 — Squawk, YOMEANK (you owe my employer a new keyboard).
February 6th, 2007 at 3:56 pm
Hey! The geese made a funny. THE GEESE MADE A FUNNY!
Goose 1: “Here’s the mail for you, Mark!”
Goose 2: “It looks like mostly bills!”
BILLS! Get it? Geese, bills, … AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
[laughing on the outside ....]
February 6th, 2007 at 3:59 pm
Or perhaps my only parle’ françois – Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
February 6th, 2007 at 4:06 pm
Uncle Lumpy –
I think I missed the ice cream truck. Will it swing by tomorrow?
February 6th, 2007 at 4:09 pm
#260 gh -
For you, it makes a special trip. I recommend one of the old-style ice-cream sandwiches, with the cakey dark-chocolate crust and the ice cream that’s a recognizable milk product, frozen so solid you can crack it in half on a steamy summer day.
Oh, and that’ll be a dime, kid.
February 6th, 2007 at 4:16 pm
#260 Uncle Lumpy
Goody! A dime is all my mom would give me.
“Hey, Mister! Wait for me! Mister!” (as music fades into the distance and the next LP drops).
February 6th, 2007 at 4:33 pm
250: I totally agree with you, Jobiska. I remember these strips from Peanuts books that my parents had. I believe they are running 1960 strips right now.
After so many years of watching Peanuts slowly decline into mediocrity, it’s really refreshing to see it again when it was in its prime and to realize what a true classic it once was.
February 6th, 2007 at 4:43 pm
2.38 x 10 to the 6th Avenue of the Trampled
New Agony, Pronikkk
Zynex
Dear Attorney for the Attorney for Señor Ricardo Gonzalo Pedro Montalbán Merino:
Thank you for your correspondence of recent note. Be advised that the Galactic Emperor Chennux, He of the Long Reach and the Short Temper, Long May His Princely Purple Reign, has retained us to answer your instructions regarding ‘blowing it out his shorts.’
The Emperor wishes to inform you that if he has already blown several things out of the shorts in question. You’ve never heard of global warming?
Any further blowing out of his shorts would, in his words, “MAKE YOUR MELKARDAMN LUNGS CURL LIKE MARGO MCGEE’S LIPS WHEN REFERENCING HER ROOMMATES’ SEX LIFE!”
Therefore, on behalf the pussiant Enperor, your respiratory system, the Imperial Laundry and the faded moleskin of his throne seat, you are informed to cease and desist all suggestions that the Emperor blow, crack off, poot, fart or spider bark either in actual or electronic format anything out of his shorts. Some restrictions apply. Closed course. Professional driver. Do not attempt this at home. If an erection lasts longer than four hours, call you friends and scream, “Yo, Dude, take a look at what I just sent to your email!”
End transmission.
Smurglap
February 6th, 2007 at 4:47 pm
…EMperor. Oh, schnit, that’s gonna sting when he reads thaAAAAIIIEEEEEE!
February 6th, 2007 at 4:48 pm
A3G-What’s up with Gina? Disturbing hairdo and tendency to leer mischieviously at her friend making out with Timothy Dalton aside, in previous strips she is always depicted as shorter and more petite than Tommy. Now, in today’s installment, she suddenly looms over her Victorian-garbed friend like a pigtailed Colossus of Rhodes. Is she standing on a box or something? Maybe she abruptly put on some platform shoes? Or is she just a woman with freaky hair who has a super-power that enables her to change her size? If so, send her over to the Spider-Man comic…she’d liven that place up, all right.
February 6th, 2007 at 4:51 pm
256: Condom is a city in France. “Condom” is “préservatif”. Oddly, there is a “Musée de la préservatif” in Condom. So the France have a sense of humor.
February 6th, 2007 at 4:52 pm
94, Ignatz: “Otherwise inclined”?! Teh heck?
143, Barry: It’s probably just implying that anyone who doesn’t get the jokes in comic strips in the paper is nuts.
145, Lyman: If I recall correctly, Jayna has to touch Zan in order to change forms. So outside of him inconspicuously turning into something that she can sop up into a piece of clothing, she’d be relatively normal.
148, gh: But peanut butter would be them eating their own kind after a horrid butchering process. Soylent green, anyone?
152, Ben: There is a video series, “Boys Gone Wild.” I’m unsure if they have a syrup edition, but I’d get it if I had the disposable income.
And they’d definitely employ someone with the sobriquet “Wang Liqin.”
Prickly City: So is she really advocating a scenario in which the government is but a figurehead, doing nothing at all? The more I think about it, the more I can believe that.
February 6th, 2007 at 5:09 pm
Did anyone happen to notice that Tommie went from wearing a green blouse and blue jacket (Saturday) to white blouse and tan vest (Sunday) and back again? That Neil must have magic in his pornstache…
February 6th, 2007 at 5:38 pm
Galactic Emperor Chin-nuts? So, are those the telepathic musings of…..
Nah. Couldn’t be.
February 6th, 2007 at 5:57 pm
Actually, Dicky #268, it’s Guys Gone Wild. The boys version is only available at the Vatican, in southern Florida, and select Palm Springs hotels.
February 6th, 2007 at 5:58 pm
Josh definitely shows that he lives in warmer climes if he thinks that the stuff in (DT)GT is snow. Or could even be construed as snow. Ya want snow? I got several feet of it in my yard, all ready to send out!
Say what you will about Lynn Johnston, being a Canadian, she can draw credible snow, since all Canadians are born with the talent to do so. (Wait, I take that back, FOOB strips with white circles falling to the ground now come back to my head.)
Re: #246: Squawk: I admit the term “syrup porn” was foreign to me. I Googled. I *really* wished I hadn’t. You owe me the rest of my life, where I now know this horrible, horrible fact about my country that I wish I hadn’t.
February 6th, 2007 at 6:16 pm
#268 – Although Spiff is able to recognize Ms. Starr’s allure, he is, in fact, more prone to search for intimacy in the Camp Swampy shower – if you know what I mean.
February 6th, 2007 at 6:20 pm
JP – In the first panel, looking at Abbey’s posterior, I haven’t seen cheeks that well-defined on a seat since Harry Connick Jr played the Poughkeepsie Civic Center way back in 2002.
February 6th, 2007 at 6:38 pm
Duh. Slylock Fox would just call somebody on his cell phone or whip out his Blackberry.
February 6th, 2007 at 6:52 pm
Mark Trail doesn’t “Tell” fishing stories.
He just “Talks About” fishing stories.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:03 pm
C(MD) Damn, I just had to look, didn’t I?
But since I did… Yep, Cathy has started her yearly Valentine Whine. For the past week she’s been bitching at Irving to stick to “his” diet when it’s really just her diet with him dragged along like a hapless rag doll. Now all of a sudden, it’s “You’ve only got X number of days to get me something really great and romantic for Valentine’s day!”
Here’s an idea, Cathy: why don’t YOU get HIM something for Valentine’s Day? After all, he was the only man on the planet willing to marry your sorry ass.
Cathy Must Die.
p.s. Galactic Emperor Chennux: Swimming? I can do swimming! The backstroke, the sidestroke, the butterfly…and I’ll get right on it as soon as the ice in the pool has been broken up by a Coast Guard cutter.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:06 pm
Sorry if someone has said this already, but today’s Non Sequitur is a blatant rip off of the Far Side.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:07 pm
Ghuck Mallaghrd Fillmorgh!
February 6th, 2007 at 7:09 pm
#2 – re “DAYS LATER” in gil thorp: i’m assuming that since gil exists in a 2-dimensional world outside of our space/time continuum, that heading could have read “BUSHELS LATER” or “CELSIUS LATER” or “KILOMETERS LATER” and made just as much sense.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:14 pm
278 – “Today’s”?
February 6th, 2007 at 7:25 pm
#28 (Galactic Emperor Chennux)
Awesome!
However, with a little imagination, this more or less scans to Prodigy’s “Diesel Power”. You might want to cite that as your source material rather than G&S, you know, for maintaining street cred with the gorpophlyxes.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:27 pm
Or even “DAZE LATER” would have been just as apropo, considering it is Gil Thorp.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:29 pm
# 247 — Geez, cool your jets, Chennux, here’s a…oops…um…Your Supreme Gloriousness, upon this improvised altar I place a new bottle of Laphroaig to appease your righteous wrath, though I swear on my sclorchet that I didn’t take the missing one. Really.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:29 pm
A3G: I know it’s no “Theodore”, but I just like calling Neil “Jacuzzi McDude”
February 6th, 2007 at 7:30 pm
Oops #282 was me (lest anyone think I’m scared of Emperor Chowmix.) Pfft. Watch this:
HEY CHENNUX! Netflix called, they said your copy of Beaches is overdue [snort]. Oh, and can I [snort] borrow your Pinking Shears? Hey Mrs. Chennux! [snort] Can the Galactic Emperor [snort] come out and play [snort]?
February 6th, 2007 at 7:30 pm
GH and Poteet: I don’t remember what we did with the Laphroaig, do you? I think we might have left it behind the bandstand, but now I can’t find the bandstand. I think it’s time to pack it in for the evening.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:32 pm
Thanks, Poteet. We cross-posted. Now I can sign off knowing or at least hoping that Chennux will not vaporize my greistwr before morning.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:44 pm
# 242 – Right, I’d almost forgotten…heading for the valium now…while still chuckling…”email from Iraq”
February 6th, 2007 at 7:45 pm
I received a copy of Newsweek today, and Girls Gone Wild is on the cover! What’s with the sudden global attention to GGW — was it the first cold day this winter that got media folk thinking about [Margo quotes]the beach[/Margo quotes] two or three weeks ago?
February 6th, 2007 at 7:47 pm
#276 gets my vote for COTW! (Can I vote more than once?)
February 6th, 2007 at 7:52 pm
112 willethompson: “NASCAR-like driving”? You mean he’s wearing a jumpsuit festooned in corporate logos, only turning in one direction, and crashing into things and exploding?
One can only hope.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:53 pm
Don’t rent “Biddies Gone Wild.” It features Rachel begging beads from butlers. 1 1/2 stars.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:05 pm
PeteMoss, is Biddies Gone Wild the one where someone off camera yells “Show us your tits” and Rachel lifts the hem of her floor length gown a half-inch?
February 6th, 2007 at 8:08 pm
MW: “No, Jeff! You have to come home so I can have someone to adore me while I ignore them and meddle in other people’s business! Stupid children always messing up my plans. ”
Silly Steve S, have you learned nothing? Beavers are ALWAYS victims. Hey, maybe that’s how the thief fooled Slylock! He dressed like a beaver and upon seeing his beaver tail, Slylock naturally assumed he was the victim of the crime.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:16 pm
Hey Chennux, Do you have corporate logos on your Intergalactic Commander and Chief Emperor raiments?
February 6th, 2007 at 8:24 pm
# 288 — Not sure you’ll see this, Fogeyette, since this thread is getting loooong, but just in case (hic), thanksh for the bandstand tip. And if SPOI can get away with bein’ such a shmartaleck with Chennux, whatumi grovelin’ for? I’m gonna see what happensh to shmartmouth SPOI. Hmmph.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:36 pm
CHENNUX: There was a piece in an old NatLamp that was called “Toilets of the Extraterrestrials” I only remember one that was captioned “perfect for making zhoub-zhoubs”…or some such. Do any ‘Mudges know of this, or was I halllabalucinating?
February 6th, 2007 at 9:30 pm
#292 Gadge – Not quite. I think that he emulates the joie d’vie of a Dale Earnhardt Jr., but does not go, as we say down here, whole hog. I hear the squeal of tires, but not the beery screams of thousands of tee-shirted infield dwellers screaming “GO, JUNIOR!!” Or perhaps I cannot translate “VIVE LE DAUPHAN DU DALE!” with the same accuracy.
February 6th, 2007 at 9:38 pm
Luann’s brother Brad is doing sit ups, in a mildly pathetic attempt to work off the beer gut that still flops over his belt despite the fact that he works in a fairly physically demanding career and has never actually been shown in the strip to drink beer.
On a totally different note, has anyone else noticed that Zits has been running reruns for the past couple of weeks? Zits is one of the few comics I can count on for true laughter instead of snark – they better snap out of it soon! Emperor Chennux, isn’t there something you can do?
February 6th, 2007 at 9:42 pm
MT: Nice of that duck to explain the next plot for us. Also, does Mark ever change facial expressions?
JP: “Cedric, I like my coffee the way I like my men – black, with two sugars.”
A3G: Yes, it’s true, Tommie has never been kissed like that before. You know, on the lips.
FW: When Funky Winkerbean is depressing – i.e., the vast majority of the time – I find it amusing. But when it tries to be funny I get very, very depressed.
Pluggers: Yep, pluggers are still fat.
FBOFW: Permission to puke, sir?
Mother Goose and Grimm: This little nut (or tylenol capsule?) doesn’t get ‘Filbert’? I’m sorry, but is there a joke here? Which means no, I don’t get the joke about the little nut/tylenol boy not getting the joke.
BB: No smurfs allowed at rap concerts!
February 6th, 2007 at 10:04 pm
Here’s a new BC development. Yesterday’s strip was so untranslatable that the Spanish translator just put in his own joke. As far as I know, this is the first time he hasn’t just translated the joke word for word regardless of whether it makes any sense in Spanish.
He should just go ahead and do the same thing every day—it could only be an improvement.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:19 pm
Senor O’Malley – a party with lots of dogs. OK. But what is a gua teque?
February 6th, 2007 at 10:23 pm
I have to confess there are a handful of comics that I’m unable to read. I try — heaven knows I’m obsessive-compulsive about reading ALL the comics! — but there are a handful that defeat me. Somewhere around the middle of panel 2, I realize that yes I’ve been reading, but the whole comprehension part of my brain has shut down, and adamantly refuses to be re-activated. My eyes glaze over and that’s it! Here’s the roll of shame:
Gil Thorpe
Tank Macnamara
Mark Trail
Little Orphan Annie
Mallard Filmore
Yes, even with Curmudeonite snarking to look forward to, I just can’t get through them.
Will y’uns still talk to me?
February 6th, 2007 at 10:30 pm
#303, “El Guateque” was the Spanish-language version of the 1968 Blake Edwards film “The Party,” starring Peter Sellers. BC is not so funny in espanol, either.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:37 pm
303. Trotzenbonnie, “guateque” means a party. “Gua” is the sound made by Spanish-speaking dogs.
I didn’t say it was a great joke. But it’s at least as good as the ones that Hart comes up with.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:42 pm
# 305 — Sheilagh, I doubt if you’ll be snubbed by anyone here:-). Actually, I don’t read a lot more comics than you don’t read, though I read the comics I don’t read (or in the case of (DT)GT, peek and shudder at them) when they are featured by the Pope. On your list, the only one I read is MT.
And I’m about to shorten my list further, having decided that two newspapers are too many. No longer will I feel an obligation to read MARMADUKE, B.C., and a few horrid and mediocre others because I’ve paid to get them. Ha ha, free at last!
February 6th, 2007 at 10:45 pm
# 307 — Whoops, sorry, I meant to say # 304. Just knowing that (DT)GT is sitting up there at the top of the post makes me nervous and throws off my typing. I know some of y’all say those aliens are friendly, but they don’t look friendly to me.
February 6th, 2007 at 11:01 pm
Mr. O’Malley – Grassy ass. Artistic license is bilingual. The “joke” is funnier with the Spanish twist. I didn’t get it because my Old English Sheepdog only speaks – well – English. But my kid lives in Spain and it’s funny to eavesdrop on his conversations with his camaradas. He even laughs in Spanish now. It’s more of a hohoho than a hahaha.
February 7th, 2007 at 12:11 am
271, Anon – It’s been a while since I’ve perused those. I’m getting rusty.
273, Ignatz – Yeah, I know. I’m just sort of bemused that they used that turn of phrase. She’s not a gossip reporter, right? And in this day and age, any man comfortable enough to know he likes other men such that others know should be able to use and receive the word “gay” without blinking. But this is the comics page and god forbid it doesn’t play in Peoria.
290, Dean – I just read that article. Gotta love the term “prosti-tot.” I’ll have to use that sometime.
302, O’Malley – The Spanish joke is actually sort of funny.
February 7th, 2007 at 11:53 am
i wasn’t able to peruse ever single comment, so i don’t know if this has already been pointed out, but that FC is a Jeff, not a Bil. There are several indicators, the strongest of which is “the inappropriately angry child”. Bil draws the kids as angry with cause: Dolly hit Jeffy, Billy stole PJ’s cookie, etc. Jeff’s drawings are regularly angry: a recent example was Billy angry that the comic book he read had commercials. Bil’s oval heads tend to be more elongated horizontally, while Jeff’s are more compressed. Also, not Billy’s waist: Bil draws a chubbier kid, while Jeff goes for more slender (whenever Daddy looks like he’s anorexic, that’s a Jeff).
February 7th, 2007 at 11:57 am
Hey Brendan (#311) — I was actually talking about the character of Billy, all grown up, rather than the artist. I assume that pretty much all the current FC’s in the paper are Jeff jobs these days.
Josh
February 7th, 2007 at 12:33 pm
Very interesting analysis though , Brendan…tha’s a disturbing level of detail…is Bil Keane actually still drawing afew now and then still?
February 7th, 2007 at 7:59 pm
GT – How can they tell the boys and the girls apart at Milford? It certainly can’t be because of their faces. Do they have to use a marker on the back of their legs or something? I certainly can’t tell.
SF – Slylock looks oddly depressed here, the jaunty look of confidence he typically sports absent from his countenance. Perhaps he realizes that this mystery is unsolveable, and that he will die locked in a boiler room with a mouse who is his best friend in the whole world. Man, that is depressing. It’s depressing me, and I’m not even a unloved fox solving pointless mysteries for a non-living.
BC – I expected a weird joke about the fallacy of evolution. Johnny Hart, you’re breaking my worldview apart, dude.
FC – I see a long future ahead for Billy Keane of angry letters to the editor, a loveless marriage to a harpy of a wife, and days spent screaming at the tee-vee and the Readers Digest about some imagined transgression or another. Perhaps someday, when Bill Keane eventually kicks the bucket, lil’ Jeffy will treat us to this scenario. Until then, I guess, we must be satisfied with daring to dream.
February 8th, 2007 at 5:39 pm
281- Yes, “today’s†is grammatically correct. It is possessive. The Far Side of today. Nobody likes the grammar police, my friend.
February 8th, 2007 at 5:44 pm
# 281- My apologies for the double post, but I was looking at some of your posts and you do not have perfect grammar yourself (“i wasn’t able†etc.) How about looking at your own posts before (incorrectly) criticizing the grammar of others?