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Gil Thorp, 10/22/24
Oh hey, remember the new guys introduced this year on the Mudlark football team? Well, I forgot to mention that one of them has this running bit where he says “yeet” all the time, not in a sentence or anything, just as a general exclamation. I’m actually kind of torn on how realistic that is, because it’s true that teenagers are generally goofy idiots who will repeatedly say a word they think is funny with no context, but also shouldn’t these guys be young enough to just think of “yeet” as a regular word? It’s a verb that means to hurl something away with great force, if you don’t know, although the Merriam-Webster Dictionary website says it also could be an interjection “used to express surprise, approval, or excited enthusiasm,” and if you can’t trust the dictionary about the sort of things teens say, who can you trust?
Beetle Bailey, 10/22/24
Julius, General Halftrack’s driver, is a character who doesn’t show up much in this strip — one of the only times I’ve ever name-checked him was in a 2004 post about Sarge having a gay panic dream, where both the comic and the post are something of a time capsule at this point — but I appreciate the nice, good look we’re getting at his extremely grim facial expression here. Not sure where the smart money was going on which of the Camp Swampy guys was going to Full Metal Jacket the place, but I know where it’s going now!
Blondie, 10/22/24
Hey guys, let’s check in on Blondie! The joke in today’s Blondie is that Dagwood is very depressed.
120 replies to “Tuesday downers”
RMMD:
“My goodness, Truck! — you like just like ‘Old Hickory’ of presidential fame in today’s first panel!”
“You callin’ me a tree, Lou?!? — them’s fightin’ words!”
MW:
Oblivious to Estelle’s mindless prattle, Pierre gazes attentively through the skylight at — you guessed it — the Dog Star…no, Siriusly.
MW:
“It sure was fun sleeping in my cocktail dress!”
Mary Worth Mashup
Luann: Okay, this one I’ll give them. Let’s see if they can stretch it for a full week.
GA: Imagination good. AI bad. Tree pretty.
GT:
The Milford players look as animated in the last panel as the figurines in the electric football games that were popular when I was a kid.
BB:
No seat belt for the general? — this is what got George Patton in trouble back in 1960.
Beetle Bailey : If this is referencing a movie, I think it’s actually the korean hit Parasite. What with its “insanely annoyed/angry chauffeur, cheerfully oblivious passenger” shot that became something of a meme on social media. That’s a movie from 5 years ago, so it would be surprisingly recent! (Josh would have it be 37 years).
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Gil Thorp : the new artist seems to have completely given up trying to illustrate a coherent, comprehensible sports action scene. Sad! (In her defense, the previous artists couldn’t do it either).
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On the Fastrack : …were these meant for next week?
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Ripley’s Don’t Believe It :
a) Of course, that was about PERMISSION. In terms of ABILITY, absolutely NO ONE could draw a dragon, whether they had three or four claws.
b) One of the many reasons vexillography is lamer than heraldry design : the latter would have MORE designs with zany monsters on them, and more varied zany monsters!
c) Much like Julius and General Halftrack, they also frequently recreate the “chauffeur” scene from Parasite.
BB: Julius started in the striip as the barracks’ neat freak, always nagging the others to make up their bunks, etc. They jokingly/disparagingly called him “Mother.” Mort Walker eventually realized the audience might get the impression from this that he was gay, so he got shifted to being Halftrack’s chauffeur. After all, there’s no room in Canp Swampy for gay soldiers, right, Sarge?
GT Still 3:15 left on the clock, and a touchdown will seal the night? What’s the score supposed to be?
Blondie: “Call me back…and let’s try using our newfangled cellphones next time.”
B. Bailey: As Julius drives himself and the General off a cliff, they both wave to Sarge still hanging from that lonely tree branch on the way down.
GT Nice to see that the guys from that rap crew have other interests.
BB “Or at least we could be, if time moved linearly in this space. Oh look, we drove for 15 minutes and ended up in the same place, again…”
Blondie: “Mr Dithers read some new management book and decided to paint the walls in Hypercolor to improve priductivity. It’s…it’s really freaking me out…”
GT – Hiring an artist who can’t draw sports action to draw a sports-themed strip. Spicy!
MW – Not really getting the timeline of events here. Has Estelle not, you know, been working alongside Ed all these many days since she threw the ring at him? Have they not spoken, lo those many hours?
GT: On Saturday, Milford is starting their homecoming game against Madison and preparing to use their best Harry Potter-themed play. We then pick up yesterday as Milford is now… on the road against New Thayer, tied 7-7. Today, with more than three minutes and fifteen seconds left in the game, New Thayer somehow has a chance to “clinch the game,” which would imply they’re now up by at least two touchdowns already. But on 4th-and-goal, a position that would call for a field goal attempt in most late-game situations other than one where the offense desperately needs a touchdown, which this explicitly isn’t, New Thayer instead passes for absolutely no good reason and turns the ball over. The Milford players showboat with a completely illegal celebration that would draw an immediate unsportsmanlike conduct penalty, and we close the day with absolutely no idea what the hell is happening in the slightest.
DT: Eric Costello is back again, and doing… something. Cities have buildings, it seems. Deep.
H&L: Remember two days ago when Hi and Lois were relatable and wise for not throwing away useless outdated crap? Well, now Thirsty is a weird and stupid because he doesn’t throw away useless outdated crap. Try to keep up.
JP: Neddy has been planning this confrontation with Declan for a while – at least one day, possibly weeks – and she clearly intends for it to end with her departing and never returning after yelling in his face for a while. Now, there isn’t necessarily one correct set of attire or usage of body language for a situation like this, but Neddy’s choice to wear as little clothing as possible while still technically being dressed and posture herself provocatively on the couch right next to Declan, perching to display her long bare legs as she arches her back and leans forward to push her cleavage directly into his face… just saying, it might be sending some mixed signals. Then again, Neddy said she was going to yank out Declan’s tongue, but she didn’t necessarily specify she was going to use her hands.
Luann: Look, Greg and Karen, if you’re just going to be humorlessly and pointlessly nasty, try to be at least somewhat coherent in the process.
RMMD: Nothing to see here, just three hairy middle-aged men making beautiful music together.
Blondie: Big fan of the Bumsteads’ ridiculously low furniture. Sure, the prudes at the syndicate won’t actually let them draw Blondie bending over to pick up the phone in her tight clothes with her ass in the air, but they can’t stop the artist giving us all the pieces for us to put together in our heads.
BB: If Julius had been feeling extra-EXTRA mean, he could’ve responded, “They think you’re hot. The women, not so much.”
MW: Pierre and Libby are expected to be right there, 24/7, ready with a “woof” and a “meow,” whenever Estelle opens her mouth. Don’t they ever get to sleep?
GT: When did Milford switch their uniform number font to that of Prince’s ‘Artist-Formerly-Known-As’ days?
Gil Thorp:
P1: Disco dancing in the void.
P2: Opponent wearing a jersey with blue jeans and a belt.
P3: Mudlarks performing an interpretive dance.
Beetle Bailey: That Julius callback includes a nice reminder of just how long a certain presidential candidate has been a national punchline. 21 years in comics blogs! That’s like an eternity for normal people.
Blondie: Most men with a wife like Blondie would look forward to hot sex at the end of the day. As does Dagwood, but not with Blondie.
Gil Thorp – The strip’s writer Henry Barajas was born in an age where he could have conceivable spent his whole childhood with cable television, making him just young enough to be about to use “YEET” accurately without defaulting to being the old person simply complaining about slang they don’t understand, while still being able to convey that, yes, it’s one of the slang words that is annoying and overused by annoying youths using it as a substitute for a developed personality.
Beetle Bailey – “one of the only times I’ve ever name-checked him was in a 2004 post about Sarge having a gay panic dream, where both the comic and the post are something of a time capsule at this point”
Let’s see how poorly a c. 2004 joke about a gay panic dream with the military is…
“Any member of the Queer Eye crew recommending such a suit would surely be sent to the lowest level of aesthetic hell, which probably involves doing interior decorating for Donald Trump.”
Ugh! The era when Trump was a reality side-show instead of a credible candidate to be the 21st Century Grover Cleveland in terms of, uh, serving non-consecutive terms as president.
Blondie – It says something about Blondie that a 94 year-old strip that it managed to adjust itself to changing gender roles, even with Dagwood becoming the main character in his wife’s strip. The most problematic part is Blondie having to serve as her husband’s unpaid therapist, even if the solutions she offers are mostly food-based.
While the portion of the online mob that needs to find something to be outraged by will largely skip over Blondie, it couldn’t hurt simply from a joke perspective to have a recurring therapist character to be the recipient of Dagwood’s complaints about his boss. In fact, there might be a character in the archives that served that purpose, only to fall to the wayside. Blondie’s creative team might have to update the outfits if they want to rely on tried-and-true clipart technique of making strips.
RMMD: Wow, they were so good they blew the stripes clean off Mud’s shirt.
@Little Guy:
Luann: Naah, that would require creativity and wit, and we know there’s none of that here. Tomorrow Stef will turn around and start screeching at Tiffany because Tiffany will stupidly confess to having a ‘moment’ with Kip and yadda yadda yadda. Also, what in the world do the Evansii have Tiffany wearing here? Did they inject her with the shlubification disease from RMMD?
@astroboy: It would appear not. Either Eshtelle holed herself up, Wilbur-style, for several days before getting meddled by Mary, or Eshtelle threw the ring at Dr. Mr. Ed, went sobbing to Mary who gaslit both her and us, then went straight to bed and dreamt about Brigmoy’s Wilbur fanservice cameo all in the space of just a few hours.
By the way, is there a word for the opposite of fanservice, because Brigmoy are not ‘serving’ us by continually shoving Wilbur in our faces (literally in the case of Sunday’s strip). How about ‘fanimpediment’?
You know land lines are becoming archaic when even comic strip artists forget how you’re supposed to hold a handset when talking. Are Blondie and Dagwood trying to FaceTime each other?
@Rube: It’s “3:15 minutes.” Any human would just say “three fifteen.” Henry has clocked out & a chatbot is writing his scripts.
I’m willing to concede that the game could be sealed with that much time left, given that according to yesterday’s strip, Leo has only completed 1 pass all season.
FC: Most big brothers would just say; “The side with the head on it, stupid” but Billy has his fist wound up to give her a backhand punch in the mouth. A little harsh but quite understandable living with Dolly.
BB: They kind of downplayed Julius after they introduced Sgt. Lugg, unless I missed the strip where it’s established she’s his drag persona.
MW: I finally found my Cat/Dog-English dictionary, and it turns out that this entire time, when I thought Libby and Pierre were giving out with meows and woofs of empathy, they’ve actually been saying “Fuck you, Estelle!”
@nescio: I honestly thought that it was Lugg, until I saw Josh’s explanation.
Marvin: Look! a corn maze.
“Where?”
Right behind those stalks of …land kelp?”
@Little Guy: Luann: Okay, this one I’ll give them. Let’s see if they can stretch it for a full week.
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Do not doubt the great Evansii.
@astroboy:
GT – Hiring an artist who can’t draw sports action to draw a sports-themed strip. Spicy!
Doubly so because the writer of the strip can’t write sports action either.
Would this be incompetence doubled or incompetence squared?
GT – Note to the new artist: please include motion lines to accurately represent jazz hands.
GT — Apparently “YEET” is something you say when a teammate loses the sleeves of the shirt underneath his jersey after making a good play to keep the opponent from covering the spread..
@jroggs:
Re GT: As far back as grade-school football, we little defensive backs were taught that unless you have a wide-open field in front of you, you don’t intercept the ball on fourth down, you knock it down. But back then, no one was interested in padding their stats.
GT: The teenager should be randomly saying “skibidi” but that would have caused a vengeful God to destroy life on earth, so it’s probably for the best.
I’m far from a football conoisseur, but I learned on the fifth grade playground that you don’t want to intercept the ball on fourth down. Just bat it to the ground and your team gets the ball in better field position.
Anyway, I’m sure the Gil Thorp writer knows more about football than me, so I will shut up.
GT: I know yeet is a word young folks like the readers of of Gil Thorp use but I have no idea what it means.
Blondie: Dagwood’s insatiable appetite makes a lot more sense when you realize he’s trying to fill the void left by his professional and personal life.
GT: They’re posing for the poster for Gil Thorp: The Musical!.
@jroggs:
The Milford players showboat with a completely illegal celebration that would draw an immediate unsportsmanlike conduct penalty
It’s as if Henry told the new artist to watch a half-hour highlights show and she’ll know all she needs to know about football.
I’m going to defend Oscar Capp here. Since it’s fourth-and-goal and Marty Moon is talking about them trying to score, it’s likely that he made the interception in the end zone which means (if he doesn’t try to run it back) that it’s a touchback and Milford gets the ball on their own 20, as opposed to inside the 10 if he’d knocked it down.
GT – Doesn’t YEET mean SHIT? YEET indeed…YEET indeed….
BB – Hail to the YEET….
Blondie – No joke, but Blondie in a skintight black top – priceless….
Adios Amigos, DJ.
@Cleveland Mocks: In P1, Marty Moon tells his listeners that the pass is being thrown in a fourth-and-goal situation. That suggests that the line of scrimmage is probably inside the 10 yard line, so if Milford bats down the ball they would take possession very deep in their own territory. However, if they intercept in the end zone it would be a touchback, so they would take possession on their own 20, which is a little bit better. Nevertheless, positioning to intercept is a lot riskier than just reaching in and batting the ball away, so it’s probably still a better move just to bat the ball instead of grabbing it. The few extra yards you would get on the touchback probably isn’t worth the extra risk of failing to prevent the catch or of drawing an interference call.
Crank: Uh oh. How many of the Indistinguishable Blondes is Batuik going to stuff into one small pizzeria? Hope everyone brought a name tag.
@Bob Tice: Oh, I get to be that guy. Clears throat, pushes glasses up bridge of nose. I believe you mean 1945, sir.
Blondie: Would Dagwood be more depressed, or less so, if he could bring himself to face whatever is on his computer screen instead of having to just peek at it edge-on? Speculate.
@Rube: Right? That would make it seem the opposition is up by multiple scores, but this interception saves the day? Does Milford now need to drive for a tying score?
I’m bothered that some players have numbers while others do not. Also, why do you have a defensive lineman out in coverage in this situation? Any smart player or coach will see that and immediately attack the open gap.
New Gil Thorp is baffling.
So Halftrack started as an enlisted man (like Julius) and rose to the rank of general? I would not have thought he was a mustang, in such exalted company as Winfield Scott, Tommy Franks, Chesty Puller, and Chuck Yeager. But Idi Amin was also a mustang, and he does seem Halftrack’s type of leader.
MW: I mentioned the animal sarcasm last week but today’s Woof and Meow read to me as the most sarcastic animal dialogue to ever grace these pages. THE SHADE!
@Philip: Gil Thorpe: honest question: did “Yeet” start as a variation/ corruption of the Japanese “Yatta!” from awhile back?
GT: I know they are making shit up for football drama, but how much of a deficit do you have with 3:15 left in the fourth quarter for one more touchdown to cue Dandy Don to start singing “Turn Out the Lights”?
C’shaft: “Hi, Pete!” or “We’re here!”–normal things that people would say in this situation
“Hi, Pete, we’re here to help with the Halloween decorating!”–a little awkward, but feasible; maybe their arrival hadn’t been arranged beforehand and they’re clarifying the reason for their presence
“Hi Pete, we’re here as requested to help with the Halloween decorating!”–obviously expository, no human being talks like this, see me after class
Dustin: Dustin teaches the little kid he inexplicably hangs out with all the time how to run a profitable psychic graft.
JP: Poor Declan. He thought he had a good mark in Neddy: wealthy, privileged, self-absorbed and dumb as a bag of hammers. Alas, he had not counted on the overbearing sense of self-righteousness and determination to do whatever the hell she wants regardless of those around her.
MT: “Mark, I appreciate you agreeing at the last minute to go on the school trip to Washington DC instead of myself, which is totally possible because there are no such things as background checks, contracts and waivers, or name change penalties on reservations, and because there’s no way that you could be responsible for a bunch of feral kittens while I go on the trip as originally planned.”
MW: This is as close as I want Mary Worth to get to the concept of an open marriage.
Phantom: That is a terrible Buzz Lightyear costume.
Pluggers are delirious with pain.
GT: Easy translation guide for “Yeet!”:
Yay! (in general)
By Jove! (for you Londoners)
Qapla’! (for you Klingons)
Wicked Pissah! (for you Bostonians)
Ace! (for you 7th Doctor Companion fans)
Fetch!(Stop trying to make Fetch happen)@seismic-2, GT: And what we’re all missing is why not kick a fucking field goal if you’re in the red zone? That’s points left off the board.
@Philip: A recurring therapist character in Blondie would be called a “nerve speci@list,” and would look like Sig Rumann in A Day at the Races, but with pince-nez.
CS: Oh well, a sappy Batiuk strip is still
better thannot as bad as a sanctimonious, stupid, or self-congratulatory Batiuk strip.Frazz: Neighborhood Watch has set up an alert system to warn the people in these areas whenever one of these insufferable, hyperjudgmental narcissists is passing by.
MW: “Ed, darling, I need to tell you something. Something very important.”
“Uhhh, not now, Esther, I’m kinda busy. Call my receptionist and see if she can set up a time.”
“Yes, of course! Oh thank you, Ed. I love you.”
“Gotta run.”
@The Quiet Man, Luann: Close. Tomorrow Stef will turn around and start screeching at Tiffany for not being the bathroom, which will cause Tiffany to stupidly confess to having a ‘moment’ with Kip and yadda yadda yadda.
MT: That company that hired Mark to find their missing producer will buy the Sunny Soleil Society and the kittens will stay.
(Is S3 a social group, a HOA, or an LLC?)
Gil Thorp: Y’know, if you’re gonna get a new artist for a comic strip about sports, you might wanna pick one who can and will actually draw sports scenes and not impressionistic cave paintings.
Beetle Bailey: Julius totally sounds like Andy Richter.
Blondie: Judging by Blondie’s pose in the second panel, I’m slowly becoming convinced that she’s actually some kind of tulpa made out of a sex doll rather than human, a fact which would probably explain Dagwood’s growing depression.
Don Abundio, translated:
“Uh-oh! It’s starting to rain!”
“Wait here, Mimosa”
[Sign: JUST GIANT UMBRELLAS]
“Some of these fancy restaurants kick up a fuss if you bring in a soaking wet elephant”
Dagwood extracts not just manual and intellectual labour but also emotional labour from his wife! Just like Dithers is an entrepreneurial capitalist exploiter, Dagwood is a domestic capitalist exploiter!
The fact that these football players are playing in a pitch-black void but are also perfectly illuminated is really oneiric, meaning that the last weeks of the strip have been the dying dreams of Gil — he has been absent from events because even he finds himself boring!
Because of the uniform and the helmets, I cannot tell apart the individual Gil Thorp’s teenage characters. But I also cannot tell them apart without the uniform and the helmets, because they are so bland and boring!
“Every French soldier carries a marshal’s baton in his knapsack” (Napoleon) vs “If such a failure can be a general, so can I” (Halftrack). I fear for the battle performance of NATO!
@Baja Gaijin:
Good, I would also accept a set of legs under a table as he euthanized a cat
But Josh, you didn’t name-check Julius in that 2004 post. I’m not even sure that’s him. His hair has these weird orange highlights… Oh, right. Orange Julius.
But is YEET > FOOB?
GT – I hope I don’t get penalized for piling on, but the narration box in P3 is worded awkwardly. It should read either “3:15 left on the clock” or “three minutes and fifteen seconds left on the clock.” I know I’m in rearranging-deck-chairs-on-the-Titanic territory, but still.
Did you know, before Parasite swept the film festivals in 2019 and ’20, it was actually complete and ready to premiere in ’18? I know I watched it before it was famous; although I could not prove if it was leaked to pirate sites before Cannes it was pretty disorienting to discover I had seen it quite some time before when it came out in the theaters. Anyway, this Beetle strip made me think of that movie from last decade and the memes of its time.
@Ettorre: For the men of Camp Swampy, Wellington’s (disputed) quote seems accurate: “I don’t know what effect these men will have on the enemy, but by God, they terrify me.”
GT: Ms. Merrill, if you can’t draw a rounded object like a football helmet without it looking all lumpy and bashed in how are you ever going to land that Family Circus gig drawing those melonheaded kids?
@The Quiet Man: #24: re- Luann:
“what in the world to the Evansii have Tiffany wearing here?”
She’s trying to bring back the Annie Hall look from the 70s. Actually, it looks more like Beetle Bailey’s pimp suit from Josh’s flashback link.
Julius is looking like he might cross the rubicon if General Halftrack tries to fish for any more compliments. As in, he might drive all the way to the actual rubicon and drive the car into the water.
Good for pointing this out. 3:15 minutes is like ATM machine or SALT treaty.
I’ve decided to add “yeet” to my regular vocabulary, right up until my fully-justified murder several hours later.
MW – I don’t know if this qualifies as irony or not, but if Dr. Sheila See were able to put up with Dr. Ed Harding’s lack of work-life balance, Dr. Sheila See would still be happily boofing Dr. Ed Harding, and Estelle would be out of the picture.
Meanwhile, Estelle is going back to Dr. Ed – if he’s dumb enough to take her back, and we know he is – she’s going to try to change Ed into being less obsessed with his work.
Yeah, this is going to turn out real well.
@Little Guy: I figure Milford is trailing a touchdown, and another touchdown would put them behind by two. And if the lead is 15 or 16 points, a two-point conversion would be necessary as well. That’s not an insurmountable lead; in the “Harvard beats Yale 29-29” game, Harvard did it in 42 seconds. But “clinch the night” is reasonable. These days sportscasters would say, “that touchdown raised their winning percentage from 96.2 to 99.8.”
Blondie You know what might cheer up ol’ Dag? Motorboating.
FC – Jef Keane is trying to turn Dolly into The Stupid One, not realizing that there’s room for two morons.
Far Side – Baja should avoid this.
Crankshaft – At first I honestly did not know who these people are. Mason Jarre? Then I realized that the generic blonde is Jessica, although it took a few minutes because she didn’t mention My Father, John Darling. That means that the generic guy is Darrin. When did he start to look like Harry Dinkle? He has the same nose.
That’s more time than I wanted to spend trying to figure out this garbage.
Frazz – Running in an expensive neighborhood? It’s surprising that nobody called the cops on her. She and Frazz should have an opportunity to be smug and superior towards the police.
9CL – She’s absolutely right about the nausea-inducing part.
@Buck Ripsnort:
Far as I can find, it’s origin was in a viral dance 10 years ago and it turned into a slang term.
Blondie: Daisy looks on in puzzlement as the under wire of Blondie’s bra pops out of her blouse as if to say “I’m sick of holding up that breast. I’m outta here.”
MW: “If he forgives me.”
Are we about to see Moy’s first reference to giving up anal to a lover? Or, dare we hope depiction, however obliquely Brigman chooses to do it?
Frazz: Those people worked really hard to make a lot of money so they could move into an expensive neighborhood and keep well away from people like you, Grown-up Susie Derkins.
@Peanut Gallery:
Los estornudos de los elefantes no son una broma.
@Ukulele Ike: I think of her as Susie Jerkins.
Is there anyone, anywhere, that she and Frazz don’t believe they’re superior to?
BF:. Someone mentioned Steve had flaws. What are they, other than being a doormat for Maeve? Strip wise, Maeve can never have a stable LTR as both Kim and Susan have that role covered.
MW:. Proposed arc:. Despite cocktail dress, Stella goes to Ed’s clinic to apologize. Obviously, Ed isn’t the only one needing to draw boundaries between private and professional.
There she sees Ed talking with Dr. See and assumes they’ve gotten back together. In fact, See has agreed to provide oncall backup once as week, but Stell refuses to listen until a tragedy awakens her. Who will be sacrificed– Libby or Pierre?
GT: I like what I’m seeing. I’d be much more open to attending high school football games if I knew an impromptu ensemble number from All That Jazz might break out at any moment.
Gil Twerp: The Mud lacks present the Hand Jive Formation™ Too bad there’s no audio of them singing “The Michigan Rag”. I believe this is their big wind up………” Weeeeeeeeeeee Really meeeeeeeeeeeeean it.”
@I speak Jive:
Frazz – Running in an expensive neighborhood? It’s surprising that nobody called the cops on her. She and Frazz should have an opportunity to be smug and superior towards the police.
The police approach the pair during one of their jogs. “May we see some identification please?”
Frazz replies, “I see you spend your work days riding around in a . . . car [snicker].”
Jane joins in. “Your sedentary lifestyle is abhorrent to those of us who pursue physical fitness above all other earthly endeavors. You disgust me.”
“I.D. please.”
“Surely you must know who we are. We are The Frazz and Miss Jane Plainwell, known far and wide for our devotion to ourselves.”
“Alright, hands on the hood and spread ’em. . . . They’re clean. Now hands behind your back.”
As the cuffed pair are escorted to the back seat of the cruiser, they are surprised to see Caulfield, who is also cuffed.
“This is police brutality,” Caulfield screams. “I’m not able to wave my arms around like this!”
@I speak Jive: @Cleveland Mocks: The sole reason I subject myself daily to Frazz is because it makes Pastis’s PBS jeering at “Jef the Cyclist” all the sweeter.
Six Chex and A Cat Named Sha Na Na In Search Of A Punchline: “You mean, you’re NOT supposed to be John “Bowzer” Bowel Movement the day after Fred Silverman canceled THE MATCH GAME HOLLYWOOD SQUARES HOUR?!?”
“In that case, change my shout to ” Carpy Everyday persona!” “
Bettina is a freaking weirdo
@Cleveland Mocks: Thank goodness they passed the Les Moore amendment against over abundant smugness!
@Cleveland Mocks: I like the way you think.
Pluggers: Pluggers laugh sarcastically.
@Voshkod: aka Wellington’s Beef.
@I’m Not Cthulhu, But I’m Part of His Clique: Blondie: Most men with a wife like Blondie would look forward to hot sex at the end of the day. As does Dagwood, but not with Blondie.
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I’ll refer you some recent episodes of Six Chix for some illustrated sandwich sex.
@Lord Flatulence: Xunise is one of those metrosexual sophisticated Bi-Toastal types. A real member of the Club.
@Anonymous: Beetle Bailey : If this is referencing a movie, I think it’s actually the korean hit Parasite.
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Not “Dive bombing Miss Daisy”?
@I’m Not Cthulhu, But I’m Part of His Clique: Blondie: Most men with a wife like Blondie would look forward to hot sex at the end of the day. As does Dagwood, but not with Blondie
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Dagwood prefers Hot pastrami sex.
My apologies to John “Bowzer”, but my Spellcheck insists on spelling your last name as Bowl Movement. A side effect from writing too many “Marvin” snarks, I suspect. Also apologies for suggesting you look like Halloween Chick.
There’s a funny YouTube gamer I like to watch (don’t ask why, he’s just a charmer and young as a fetus compared to me) who kept saying yeet. I finally figured out he meant “throw away forcefully” from the context. But it’s been like a long time since he’s said it so maybe the kids have moved on from saying yeet, the way I moved on from saying “majorly” and “what a babe” when I was a youth,
@Philip: Who says comics, or at least comics-adjacent websites, can’t teach anything?
Daisy’s expression looks kind of like she’s wondering if she might be the dinner. Of course, she makes that expression all the time…but then maybe she’s always wondering if she might be the dinner? She watches Dagwood eat twice his weight in assorted meats all the time, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for her to conclude that will be her resting place someday.
@matt w: “probably”
GT: Why are the Cleveland Browns celebrating in the last panel? They’re 1 and 6 right now.
@Baja Gaijin: Mashup – I’m laughing at “random hussy.”
@Activist: Re MW – I think you’re on the right track. Libby or Pierre will have an emergency, and Estelle will rush the injured pet to Dr. Ed’s veterinary clinic. Estelle will finally appreciate Dr. Ed’s workaholism. Whether he’s able to save the pet is up in the air.
@Cleveland Mocks: Caulfield is unable to flail his arms! Next the cops should gag all three of them.
@Ukulele Ike: I think that Pastis’s mocking is more on the good natured side, but my opinion of Frazz is not.
I’ve been seeing “YEET” a lot lately on (political website that I will not name in honor of attempting to keep this blog politics-free.)
Apparently YEET is an actual thing.
I’m still never going to use it.
Curtis: Huh, I was three-quarters expecting this strip to be a continuation of yesterday’s, maybe explaining what it was about on any level, but I guess Billingsley thinks it was a complete standalone concept that wasn’t entirely baffling. Okay, then.
DT: There’s a sketch on the BBC Radio comedy I’m Sorry I’ll Read That Again which begins with David Hatch, narrating, saying “London is home to many people,” and John Cleese interrupting with “‘London is home to many people.’ Well done, David Hatch, the boy genius.” That’s what day two of “Tracy’s City contains many buildings” reminds me of, except it was supposed to be stupid.
GT: Remember when Coach Ochoa got the hockey team to confuse the opposition by standing in a circle singing “Baa Baa Black Sheep”? As seen in panel 3, for football you need to take things up a notch and do show tunes, complete with choreography. Keep practicing those jazz hands, Kid Who Says “Yeet”!
Peanuts Begins: Huh, I’ve been tracking the first appearances of running gags, and I can’t decide if this counts, because it’s so different from the final form.
Phantom: Yes, well done, Stripey. Your wife thought Avarice was an autonomous vehicle with AI, you thought it must be operated by a living human, and it turns out it’s inexplicably operated by a humanoid robot with AI! That definitely makes you more right than her, you must feel very smart.
Pluggers: I mean, their metaphorical funny bone. Their actual funny bone, or to give it its proper name, the ulnar nerve, hurts all the time.
SH: It’s not even Hallowe’en week yet! Are we really going to get “kids in satirical computer-humour Hallowe’en costumes real kids wouldn’t have thought of in a million years” until next Thursday?
Mark Trail Mix:”I appreciate you taking Rusty to his trip in Washington D.C., Mark, but why did you bring him back?”
I’d say this new art style in Gil Thorp is terrible, except that all the other art around it is pretty subpar too.
@astroboy: YEET is a Cannibal landlord saying. It stands for Young Eastern Edible Tenants. ex.: “How many YEETS haven’t paid their rent,Ethel?”,Fred said,while tying on his bib. ” Well, the Ricardos are six weeks behind” “Awwww, for corn’s sake!, Ethel, I have an ulcer.”
MW-Thanks to Mary Worth Estelle’s options for other men is rather limited to just Wilbur.
Gil Thorp-OH NO! Not the Jazz Hands Defense! That is unstoppable!
Six Chix-“Cool joke!” “What joke?”
FC-Gosh darn these new quarters and their ever changing reverse side.
@Ukulele Ike: Abso-biking-lutely.
@Horace Broon: I’m rather envious of DT and Neo-Chicago’s pretty buildings. Here in 9CL’s New York, we mostly just mill about in the Void.
FC – 1930 edition: “It doesn’t look like a head or a tail. It’s a … buffalo? He’s got a head *and* a tail! I win!”
Blondie: It’s well known that artists on legacy comics have no idea how to draw people talking on cell phones. The same seems to apply to household cordless phones. Blondie looks to be talking on a CB radio. “10-double-seven on that, good buddy! Got wallpaper in a bear trap and have to hammer down in the kitchen.”
GT: New rule: You have to actually be the one who makes the catch to yell “Yeet!” and not have the rest of the team take you out to the parking lot and beat you.
C-Shaft: In the late 2000s there was an internet mini-craze for pointing out famous men who looked like old lesbians. Not sure why looking at Mason Jarre reminded me of that today, but anyway.
DT: Looks like this whole week will be brought to you by the Neo-Chicago Chamber of Commerce. Can’t wait to hear about all the local lunch and dinner spots with ample non-gluten options.
Dustin: Walking together until she can find her pepper spray, I’d wager.
GA: Both of you toyshop abominations are wrong. It’s called psychedelics.
JP: Now we have some idea of what Needy—a typo, but I’m keeping it—would be like as a dogsitter. “I lied about taking you to the vet. But you lied about everything. Everything! And now there is nothing left.”
Luann: Any reason why Stef thinks Tiffany is in the john. Just generic “stupid cheerleader” stuff. OK then.
MW: It will sound kind of funny at the wedding when Estelle says, “I, Estelle, take you, Not Wilbur to be my husband,” but I guess it counts.
Phantom: If I want to see a crash test dummy break out into song I’ll fire up the video for “Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm.”
@Horace Broon: Re Peanuts: Interesting that in this one Lucy has a non-sadistic reason to stop holding the ball.