Terrible things happen (on Tuesday)
Ah, the innocence of youth! Way back in 2004, I found it unrealistic that Barry Wilkins would drop the word “chutzpah” into conversation. That, of course, was before Barry’s elder brother belched out the nonsense word-sequence “Say, they’ve set up a children’s biodiversity crafts and games stand,” making any quibbles about culturally specific vocabulary very much besides the point. At least I’m sure that some human somewhere has actually said “chutzpah.”
Apartment 3-G, 4/21/09
Tommie, if you defend yourself from sinister Dr. Joe by turning that can of HAIR SPRAY™ brand hairspray into a makeshift flamethrower, à la Rorschach from Watchmen, I will take back every bad thing I ever said about you.
And speaking of bad things, let’s look at just exactly what it is that Tuesday’s comics thought would make good grist for some light-hearted humor, shall we?
Hi and Lois, 4/21/09
The naked exercise of economic privilege.
Treasonous collaboration with a murderous oppressor.
Funky Winkerbean, 4/21/09
The gradual but unstoppable physical decline each one of us faces as we age, every new day being another step towards the grave.
The pungent odor of human excrement.