You’re not drunk until you’re TV golf drunk
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Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 1/5/25
Lord knows I’ve spent enough time contemplating the economy and politics of Hootin’ Holler, so I might as well take this opportunity to unpack its cosmology a bit. You are all, I trust, familiar with Granny Creeps, a chthonic sorceress or perhaps demigoddess who creates potions and spells from native roots and lichens and lives in a local cave — indeed, in a strip from a few days ago, we learned that she recently blocked up the cave mouth with rocks so she can “hibernate.” Today, we are reminded that there’s another town resident who tinkers with powers beyond our ordinary plane of existence: Zeldy, who works brighter, more ethereal magic, a being of wind and spirit who looks into the future rather than drawing power from the past. Now, Zeldy hasn’t been seen in this strip since 2013, but I have a terrible suspicion about why this pastel-hued, pale-skinned medium is being brought back to a strip that already has an ominous green figure: it’s called Wicked Fever and Barney Google and Snuffy Smith has, regrettably, caught it.
Hi and Lois, 1/5/25
God, I love the fact that Lois and Irma have gotten into this Hawaiian bit just so they can spend 90 seconds making sure their husbands are getting drunk before they peace out. Sure, they might get weird looks at the mall, but they can be secure in the knowledge that their blotto husbands neither know nor care when they’re coming back.
107 replies to “You’re not drunk until you’re TV golf drunk”
BG and SS:
“It says in this here crystal ball, ‘No elision, misspellin’s or syntactical lapses fer ya in 2025, Snuffy’ !”
“Then I cain’t talk or nothin’, Zeldy!”
9CL. Welp. I see Brooke finally went “there.” Isn’t Lolly Amos’s ( shudders) daughter ?
Hi and Lois-Women sure do love to shop and men sure do love to watch golf amirite.
Slylock Fox-In a world where animals still wear clothes they still have to follow their regular animal biology. I’m surprised in that case that Slylock hasn’t eaten Max yet.
RMMD-Meanwhile Rex is on the phone with the malpractice lawyer.
MW-But, Dawn, what about Wilbur? Are you breaking up with Wilbur?
Blondie-And Dagwood is not being paid overtime.
H&L: Does Thirsty buy his rum from Snuffy Smith or make his own in the bath tub?
DtM: Dennis files away that bon mot for the next time Mom cooks.
MW: By the time Mary finished writing that sentence, Dirk was completely within Dawn.
9CL-Such sophisticated vocabulary and wordplay that us common beefwits cannot understand.
RMMD:
“This is the same delightful avian who pecked out the lady’s eyes in Alfred Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’ !”
BGSS: The other vignettes are pretty self-explanatory, but I really want to know the story behind the sixth panel. Did he fall asleep drunk playing solo checkers/solitaire? Is this what people did before smart phones?
H&L: I call bullshit: Thirsty doesn’t buy fancy artisanal rum in fancy clay pots, he buys industrial grade booze in clear plastic jugs. Unless maybe he stole it, which, yeah, seems pretty likely.
H&L: this one legitimately pisses me off. It’s so close to actually being something. “Sure, Northeastern winters are bleak and soul crushing, but at least we have the twin shields of alcoholism and neighborly camaraderie to see us through!” Not the most inspiring message, but a necessary one.
But no. “Wimmin be shopping.” Ugh.
Snuffy Smith: Snuffy’s future portends an entire year of spending zero time with his wife and children, and apparently he’s just thrilled!
Hi and Lois: I’m pretty sure no one has made pina coladas with canned pineapple juice and coconut cream since 1965, so the strict gender roles are right on cue.
H&L: Irma seems a lot happier now that she’s embraced Thirsty’s rampant alcoholism, and now even the Flagstons are seeing the upside in finding happiness at the bottoms of beer cans and cocktail glasses. Not the holiday moral we were expecting, but a fitting and welcome one nonetheless.
DT: This is one of the sillier sentences you’ll be reading today, but unfortunately it is a question I am forced to ask in all sincerity: is this story seriously about an American paratrooper who got possessed by the ghost of his Nazi spy grandpa who cannot move on to his eternal rest until he sabotages that one wartime production facility that got away?
JP: Another day, another conversation with Ann concluded with no explanation of her side of the murder story. It’s worth noting that both Randy and Alan are wrong about Ann’s intentions, because we saw what she was doing with her scam and theft income: buying fancy dresses and skipping town, all while sneering malevolently at her victims. But there are no brakes on the retcon locomotive, so from now on there will be no further besmirching of the good name of Saint Ann the Misunderstood Martyr.
SlyF: “You don’t have a fever from sickness because alligators are coldblooded and require external sources of heat to maintain or increase their body temperature! This proves you went out on a freezing snowy night to steal purses! My logic is flawless!”
H&L: Hungover golf Monday is the first three-day holiday of the year at Foofram industries.
Hi and Lois: Funny thing, I (a guy) every so often get a stern talk from my Mother and Sister about my outrageous shopaholic tendencies, which they don’t have. I am outright terrible at keeping money.
Ugh… comic writers keep beating that dead gendered-stereotyped horse.
BG&SS: The author chose a rather odd looking avatar to represent himself in the strip but hey, you do you, John.
Snuffy Smith: Really? John Rose just admitted that literally nothing interesting at all will happen in this comic throughout the next year. That saves me the trouble of reading it now. Bye Snuffy Smith, see you in 2026!
I refuse to believe Snuffy’s “Same ol’ same ol’” doesn’t include a stint in the clink.
MW: I find myself concerned about Dawn’s choices. And now I’m worried about myself.
Betweeen Friends – I finally realized it’s her hands moving rapidly on the keyboard in the second panel, but it first appeared to me to be her breasts doing that. If the latter, I’m impressed.
DtM: The Mitchell males eat fast food out of the containers like mini feedbags? If you’re afraid to touch it with your fingers probably not a good idea to put it in your mouth.
Flylock Socks:
Yeah, real life alligators don’t get fever, just like they wear clothes, live in flats, and talk, don’t they?
AAGGGHHHH: When cartoonists can’t stop making golf jokes.
BGSS: “It’s time t’ try defyin’ grav’ty / Cos that thar Newtonian physics is the’ work o’ th’ debbul.”
H&L: Sure there are downsides to having a raging alcoholic deadbeat for a neighbor, but look at the positives: you can really cheap out on drinks!
Luann Spanish to English.
MW:
Mary’s ovaries:
“We’re complete in and of ourselves”
Dawn’s ovaries:
“These eggs aren’t going to fertilize themselves.”
@23 Hibbleton:
Wilbur’s ovaries:
“What the hell am I doing here?”
Aunty Acid: Would someone please tell Aunty Acid to stick her head in a vat of lye.
@Sequitur:
ROTF!
@jroggs: On DT: From what I’ve seen of this incarnation of the strip, I’m going to say the answer is yes. I’ll even see you that bit of ridiculousness and raise you another. You know who else wanted to destroy a bombsight manufacturer in Dick Tracy’s city during WWII? Prune Face. If we don’t get something involving him (and maybe the hideous Mrs. Pruneface in the bagain) I for one will be very disappointed in Costello’s failure to seize yet another opportunity to fanboy over characters created by a writer who actually knew how to write an serial adventure strip!
MW: And Dirk reveals himself to be a brain-eating alien from Venus! …who gets violently ill from eating Dawn’s puny, underdeveloped brain.
@Hibbleton: Wilbur: “Eggs? I’ll take ’em over easy please.”
FC: I call shenanigans. No way Bil drew this one with a Sunday morning hangover.
BG&SS: What — no shots of Snuffy stealing chickens or chugging corn likker? I cry shenanigans!
BG&SS – SOS – Same Old Shit….
H&L – We’re gonna need a bigger rum pot….
Adios Amigos, DJ.
@Sequitur:
Maybe I should try to work golf into my strip somehow.
All the houses in Hottin Holler are so poor that they have shabby drapes with patches to divide them into rooms. However, all the drapes and all the patches are from the exact same fabric! This means that Hottin Holler is part of the global supply chain and they can access the same cheap fabric or, worse, they willingly cultivate the hillbilly-chic poverty style!
Don Abundio, translated:
“Rats! With this rain I can’t go fishing today!”
“What should I do?”
“You want to catch a fish?”
“It’s nothing personal, he just hates cleaning your bowl”
Friedrich Nietzsche once advanced the following thought experiment: What if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness, and say to you, “This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence” … Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: “You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.”. So, I am afraid to inform you that Snuffy Smith is the most triumphant example of the Übermensch!
MW: Terence 1, Worth 0.
RMMD: What in the world is this? Coming next Sunday: Rex ties his shoelaces.
CS: Every bowling team I was ever on had five regulars plus one guy who would fill in once in a while. Add bowling to the long list of things Batty knows nothing about.
Frazz: “Um, because these are all quite different things? Just spitballing here.”
Nancy: Kill it with fire! Now!
@Bono Vix: 9CL: That is not Amos. That is Alistair, Xiulan’s son and the one daughter’s boyfriend. Brooke has designed his characters so that Edda’s daughters look like Seth, and Xiulan’s son looks like Amos. Make of that what you will as to how each was conceived.
MW: Mary appears to be risking a smack-down from the Decency in Media Commission by telling Wendy Askers to, um, take matters into their own hands.
JP: “I haven’t seen her in decades and considering my age the last time I saw her she was giving me a nuggie. Ouch! It still hurts.”
@Hibbleton: I add shenanigans for BG&SS, because the checkerboard doesn’t have any patches on it.
@Ettorre: Unterhund….
H&L: Missing last panel: We’ll see that those straps over Lois and Irma’s shoulders are really their laptop cases as they go into another room set up with drinks and snacks where they’ll do their online shopping. Seriously, who goes out for recreational shopping in freezing weather wearing only a light jacket. And why didn’t Thirsty and Irma bundle up more before going out in that snow we see falling outside?
@Scratchy Scrotum LXIX: Women with boobs like that, she’s a type.
H&L: In an increasingly uncertain and turbulent world, there’s a certain comfort to be had in legacy strips. Men be watching sportsball, women be shopping, world without end, amen.
C’shaft: Lena knows her co-workers hate her and don’t want her on the team, yet she continues to impose herself on them. Because even though she’s the resident butt-monkey she’s still horrible.
DT: Oh no, they’re going to sabotage a long-defunct war plant!
JP: “I just can’t support someone who brings that much danger to my family! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to return to my ex-assassin wife who lived as a fugitive for years and made us all the target of the CIA and black market oligarchs.”
Luann: Luann’s best possible self is such a low bar that this barely counts as a resolution.
I saw the blog’s headline about golf and drinking and immediately thought of Hi and Lois.
I think today’s Mary Worth quote is busted, with a great degree of difficulty, but in a way that Moy and the brainyquoters really can’t be blamed for (except in a general “don’t just gank brainyquote” way). Thanks to David Evans Macdonell’s 1818 “A dictionary of select and popular quotations [etc.]” I found a Latin translation, and was able to track it down to some editions of Terence’s Phormio but, mysteriously, not others. It turns out that it is found in a final Scena Addita, or as Henry Thomas Riley says, “This scene is generally considered to be spurious.” So it really should be “unknown Latin-speaking dude”! Anyway Dirk’s a jerk.
@Sequitur: OK but that’s a good joke.
@33 Ukranazi Stepan:
One big sand trap.
@48 matt w:
True.
Somehow I’m just noticing that every declarative sentence in BG&SS ends with two exclamation marks. The incorrigible thief Snuffy must have stolen them from Hi and Lois because “I brought the rum,” said as you enter holding out a bottle of rum, is something that should be boomed out cheerfully. Not murmured in a hushed tone as if you’re afraid that Dot will wish you into the cornfield.
BG&SS: “Accordin’ to my crystal ball, you’re goin’ t’ spend this year doin’ much th’ same stuff as ev’ry past year.”
“Don’t need no crystal ball t’ know that, Zeldy! It’s called ‘bein’ a legacy comic strip char’ter’!”
FC: Not sure how joyful Barfy’s noise is.
HtH: Look, I don’t believe anyone does all this stuff when they’re not actually hosting a dinner party. I absolutely don’t believe Vikings did it (I’m not even sure they used forks). I am, however, quite prepared to believe that, accepting for the moment that Helga does go to all this trouble for every meal, Hägar has never noticed before.
MW: I love that we haven’t even been told what question somebody Asked Wendy that just happens to prompt Mary to continue explaining why the thing she doesn’t even know is happening is a mistake.
Phantom: “The Songhai soldiers come to look on the Phantom as their captain.” Another chapter in Decrying Imperialism While Being in Authority Over the Natives for No Clearly Established Reason: The Walker Family Story.
SFx: Yeah, yeah, reptiles don’t get fevers, we’ve done that one before. I’m more curious as to how a mask covers the enlongated snout of a crocodilian without it being really obvious that it’s covering the elongated snout of a crocodilian.
@Horace Broon: Phantom: “The Songhai soldiers come to look on the Phantom as their captain.” Another chapter in Decrying Imperialism While Being in Authority Over the Natives for No Clearly Established Reason: The Walker Family Story.
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Those ignorant darkies just love a strong white leader.
“We’re going shopping” is code for “it’s wine o’clock but far away from you two.” Or maybe they’re just going shopping, but to me not having them to Irma’s place to get out of those shirts and make out is bi erasure.
Rex Morgan – I’m looking forward to Poteet’s rant about June’s hair. That spit curl is abominable, although it’s not as annoying as when she had stringy hair hanging in her face.
However, that’s just a distraction. I can’t understand why Beatty has been featuring these bland, moronic, middle aged twins. If he thinks he’s turning them into beloved characters, it isn’t working.
Mary Worth – What in the world is Mary blathering about? That’s not advice, that’s trying out for a job writing motivational posters that feature pictures of cats.
Meanwhile, Dawn continues to prove that she’s one of the most shallow people in the comics. Dirk treats her like garbage, but it’s all good because he’s a looker.
FC – Some day that flat screen TV on the floor is going to topple over on the melonheads.
Frazz – Give Caulfield a job guest writing Ask Wendy. He has the inane blathering part down really well. As a bonus, he’s more annoying than Mary Worth.
Pluggers – I remember buying things with S & H Green Stamps, but I don’t remember what. When we first got married we had TV trays that we used as end tables, but we won them playing bingo. I’m sure that that’s as plugger qualifying as using the stamps.
MT: Whoa, Mark has those Joan Crawford eyebrows that are so popular now!
@Ettorre: All the houses in Hottin Holler are so poor that they have shabby drapes with patches to divide them into rooms. However, all the drapes and all the patches are from the exact same fabric!
Luxury, luxury! All our curtains were made out of old feed sacks!
DT: “After Walther Totentanz was captured by the U.S. Army he smirked about sabotaging an important American munitions plant and sneered about nearly destroying another. So they hanged him by the feet from the gallows until he choked on his own vomit. A little contrition might have gone a long way, Walt.”
Phantom: After the Songhai soldiers adopt the white guy as their new leader, he proceeds to humiliate them further by taking away their pants.
9CL: We’ve reached the point of all penises, all the time.
CANDORVILLE:. For those who think Frazz is smug, Lemony gives a riposte.
Mary’s Worst: Will Dirk force Dawn to get laser eye surgery? Or will she opt for contacts or for stumbling around blindly? Tune in next time for the “exciting”* answers!
*exciting by Mary Worth standards, Your excitement may vary. If you find Mary Worth plots over exciting, ask your Plugger if Goofballs™are right for you.
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You collectively got me to check out 9CL and I have a new Sunday quote for Karen Moy: “I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just, and that his justice cannot sleep forever.”–Thomas Jefferson
The wives leave their husbands home, smiling softly. They will allow the boys to live out their forbidden Brokeback Mountain relationship and even give them the booze to help them overcome shame. Unfortunately, Hi and Thirsty are real perverts who actually enjoy golf
SS: No way would Lukey know the word “auspicious.” Someone must have slipped him some flatlander media.
Rosebuds: This cartoonist has issues.
@Tom T.: Rosebuds: Mom has some assets.
@Tom T.: Rosebud is a bad comic.
@Activist: And it was a bad riposte, which is why I deep-sixed Candorville last year. Bell exhausted his charm allowance within the first five years of this strip.
Popeye: This is a good cartoon. I would totally buy a ticket to Full Moon Mullins. (Is there a cartoon reference within the Farewell to Your Arms poster, or is it just a Hemingway slam? I’m reading a book of Susan Sontag’s early essays in which she points out that For Whom the Bell Tolls is a shitty novel, which I firmly agree, but it took iron balls to thumb your nose at Hemingway in the mid-1960s)
Snuffy Smith: The jarring cut from the throwaway panels to the main strip and Snuffy’s weird lines about suspicion from the police makes me think that he murdered Lukey and left his body to freeze before stopping by Zeldy’s place.
Hi And Lois: This is the weirdest couple-swapping sex party I have ever seen.
@Ukulele Ike: Re Popeye – I took the Farewell to Arms Poster to be an example of a slasher film that someone will make now that the novel is in the public domain. Popeye himself is in the public domain now.
I read the “terrible book” opinion somewhere else about For Whom the Bell Tolls. I haven’t read that one myself. I did like The Sun Also Rises.
MW: I’m wondering where this is going. What’s the point of introducing piece of shit asshole Dirk to the Worthverse?
H&L: I think it’s a great touch that Thirsty mentions it’s freezing outside for no reason except to let Hi finish the line. It shows that this is a real tradition, something they must have done again and again but still love. That’s really good world building to make up for the fact that we’ve probably never actually seen it before and probably never will again.
@Ukulele Ike: @I speak Jive: Re Popeye again – I looked more closely at the Farewell to Arms poster, and I don’t recognize the skeleton as a cartoon character. Is such a character in the public domain now? The other posters feature characters who became fair game within the past few years.
One thing about the new Flash Gordon. The closest they’ll ever get to a golf joke is Flash or Dale bashing some Mongovian mutant man over the head with a five iron.
@Guillermo el chiclero: Mongo never developed golf. Another clue that it is populated by superior races.
For rest and relaxation on Mongo: cribbage, cribbage, cribbage! Maybe gin rummy on weekends.
@I speak Jive: Maybe Axe Cop?
I love Sun Also Rises, and a lot of the short stories (particularly “The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber”). Farewell to Arms, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Old Man and the Sea, yeccch. When a talented writer devotes himself to self-promotion instead of his art, there’s always product slippage.
PEANUTS:. Woodstock swears! And he’d held out his hat and said, Gimme some bread, man.
RHYMES WITH ORANGE:. Gross, man.
FG:. Belle had one arm in panel 1 and two arms in panel 2. After she kills Kala, why is there no Blood in the Water, man?
SFx:. After the animalocalypse, animals learned to dress, talk, Stand on two legs, develop legal systems, but still couldn’t work up a fever to kill germs? Bad news.
@Ukulele Ike: Aww, today’s Candorville was a miss, but then I read the last couple of weeks and I liked them. It might help that I’m not reading them enough to get tired of his moves.
@Ukulele Ike:
Candorville- I recently started reading and found some of his strips amusing especially the two winos and Thug for Life pal. However ever since the presidential election he keeps running doom strips a la Doonesbury. If he keeps it up I’ll drop him too.
If you like pina coladas…
And your wives getting banged out by younger men at the Best Western near the mall, the one across the street from the Nissan dealership…
Okay, that was super lazy, but so is Hi and Lois
I hope today’s “Six Chix” is an example of their resolution to do artwork better and to look into this newfangled punchline concept! In other words — CWCID, nice work, Sunday Chick!
Slylick Fox And Comix For Kinx: It’s a sad sad story….turns out he just had a fever for the flavor of a Pringles™, but unfortunately Reeky Rat and Slick Smitty had stolen and ate the last batch made before human civilization fell long ago, so unable to pop a Pringles™ he settled for just popping his landlord Peter Pringle, which triggered a revival of the Old Ways™of tooth and claw — an event that later civilizations would label “The Peter Pringle Principle”
Frazz: Once again, Mrs. Olsen silently regrets that the school board nixed her proposal for a “Caulfield Quiet Closet.”
SlyF –
Behavioral fever in ectothermic vertebrates
In response to infection or injection of exogenous pyrogens, ectotherms can increase their body temperature above their usual final thermal preferendum. This process occurs through behavioral regulation, which leads the animals to migrate to warmer environment. This phenomenon is known as behavioral fever and is defined as an acute increase of the final thermal preferendum driven by pathogen infection (Evans et al., 2015, Reynolds and Casterlin, 1982).
Welp, Aurelius is in a heavy sweater; his story checks out.
@Ukulele Ike: For rest and relaxation on Mongo: cribbage, cribbage, cribbage! Maybe gin rummy on weekends.
Mongo like cribbage! And corned beef! Mongo save candygram for dessert!
Candorville – LeMont has found Frazz’s soulmate.
@Ukulele Ike: For rest and relaxation on Mongo: cribbage, cribbage, cribbage! Maybe gin rummy on weekends.
Mongo like cribbage! And corned beef! Mongo save candygram for dessert!!
@Dr. Larry Erhardt: Mrs. Olsen should just lock Caulfield in the closet at the beginning of every class. Or make merciless fun of his stupid name until he’s shamed into silence.
”Gosh, I’m all out of marijuana! Are you holdin,’ Caulfield? Get it? Huh? Get it? Tee hee hee!”
@Activist: FG:. Belle had one arm in panel 1 and two arms in panel 2. After she kills Kala, why is there no Blood in the Water, man?
Maybe Shark Man blood is clear.
Did some guy named Skip win a contest to get drawn into today’s “Gassed Up Alleycats”? And was first prize to NOT be drawn into it?
@Mongo: Not chess. Mongo?
@White Rabbit: They need to be very careful about spilling blood in the water, because it attracts shar—
Ah, nevermind.
@Ukulele Ike: #64: I never read For Whom the Bell Tolls and don’t care to read it but saw the movie version a long time ago. The only part I remember was the final scene with Gary Cooper holding off the Francoists with a Lewis Gun while his comrades made their getaway.
You’re right about it took balls to go after Hemingway in the 60s but by the 70s it became quite trendy to dump on him.
@I speak Jive: #55: re-Pluggers: I remember those S&H green stamps as a kid. Practically half the gas stations and grocery stores gave them out. Another brand popular in NE Ohio in the 60s-70s were Eagle Stamps. A local supermarket chain called Pick-n-Pay gave them out. My mom always shopped there so she had no trouble filling those books. She never sent them in for any of their catalog gifts. The May Company, a local department store chain long bought out by Macy’s would let you cash them out at customer service for three dollars a book. We had a Mays right next to the Pick-n-Pay in North Olmstead.
Ukulele Ike and all you other old Cleveland hands, do you remember the late 70s TV ads for Eagle Stamps, where the actress kept calling them iggle stamps?
H&L: Ladies be shopping, so that ladies don’t be hearing their husband caterwaul Jimmy Buffett songs as they’re mere seconds from doing.
SSmith: Glad Snuffy is so pumped about spilling the bowl of vomit at the foot of his bed.
9CL: As it happens I did have “Brooke does more aren’t-I-naughty fellatio jokes” on my 2025 bingo card.
C-Shaft: If Lena, Crankshaft, and the other drivers were locked in a perpetual dominance-and-submission relationship it would explain a lot, albeit not in a way I ever would have asked for.
DT: “Okay, so maybe my plan won’t see fruition until the war is lost and I’m long dead. I keep telling the Fuhrer you can’t rush quality.”
JP: “Dad, we can’t keep adding major characters to the strip or it’ll lose its basic appeal.”
“Our strip has appeal?”
“…Well, nevertheless…”
MW: As Terence said after seeing Dawn, “Or maybe you’re just kind of a dumbass.”
Nancy: “This one is mine. I rolled it.” Olivia Jaimes is dropping a deep quote from The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers.
RMMD: Would never speak ill of the Morgan boy but a painted wooden bird did just give him a look of condescending pity.
SFx: I mean the clown (sorry, Baja) mask wouldn’t even cover his snout, so the crime was doomed from the start. Although I suspect the alligator really just wants to go to prison for the winter to save on his heating bill.
H&L: As a woman who has loathed shopping all her life, I consider it adding insult to injury to show me these women going eagerly out into the snowy cold to shop while wearing light jackets and Hawaiian tops. Unless they are actually headed for a motel to meet up with four horny hunky young guys, in which case, all is forgiven.
@A Grave Mind: Beg your pardon, you were there first.
BGSS:Why do the fabric walls only fail at the folds?
@Poteet:
Perhaps I’m reading too much into this.
@Guillermo el chiclero: Hem was a misogynist and a toxic masculinity guy before it became popular. “Francis Macomber” is a disgusting story on its face but it’s subtle and has some fascinating depth. If you read Margot as a femme fatale instead of a “castrating bitch,” it’s possible to enjoy her character as well.
Of all the great Hollywood “faces,” Gary Cooper may be the forgottenest. Aside from High Noon and possibly Mr Deeds Goes to Town, he didn’t make any movies people still want to see*. Compare to Humphrey Bogart, Marlene Dietrich, Charles Laughton.
*Whoops….Ball of Fire is pretty damn great (because of Barbara Stanwyck and all the supporting character actors, not necessarily Coop)
You know what? I actually want to express a certain degree of respect to Snuffy Smith in today’s strip. Imagine loving your life SO MUCH that a literal psychic could tell you that all she can see in your future is the same crap you’re already doing – and your genuine, knee-jerk response is to do a fist pump and cheer. Say whatever you want about that awful, filth-encrusted, illiterate criminal, but he’s sincerely living his best life. And that’s horrifying in its own way.
In today’s Hi And Lois, Lois and Irma are fleeing their home as their husbands prepare to get drunk and presumably snowed-in (making it substantially more difficult for emergency services to reach them). The girls have clearly spent months planning out this double-murder – my guess is it’s a fire arranged ahead of time to plausibly look like an accident that two unattended drunks could cause – and are using this shopping trip both as an alibi and to make some purchases on credit that their husbands’ life insurance payouts will cover.
What awaits them after that is anybody’s guess, but my hope is they fall in love and commit more crimes together.
@Ukulele Ike: #97: One of the profs in Balls of Fire was played by my favorite ugly European, Oscar Homolka.
MW: “The most gorgeous man in the world”?? Dawn’s world must be minuscule, if not microscopic.
MW: Dirk’s preparing Dawn for a drugging, a trip to Cancun, and a sale to a Mexican pimp (Wilbur). Hey, the weekly advice column is going bust, might as well get some mileage out of that useless strumpet that’s been sponging off him for years.
@matt w:
#60
9 CL is just salacious at this point. There is nothing artful about it anymore. It is embarrassing. I do like his cat and dog cartoons, but they’re the exception.
CS: Why does a garage — excuse me, a school bus garage — need to post a bowling roster when only five people ever actually show up every day?
@102 Daisy:
You do realize that if you keep reading 9 Chickweed Lane you’ll go blind.
@I speak Jive: Some years ago, there was a Pluggers cartoon that said, like “A plugger has a drawer full of S&H Green Stamps and no place to redeem them.”
I commented at the time that S&H Green Stamps still could be redeemed through their website, although someone else pointed out that to a plugger, that would be about as useful as a redemption center on Neptune.
Now, however, it appears that the S&H Green Stamps program is completely discontinued and the stamps have no value.
RMMD: I’ve been dreading and postponing this. *looks* Arrrrrrrrrrrgh! While it’s flattering to have a few Mudges looking forward to my rants on the topic of June’s hair, thank you very much, seeing today’s varied angles on June’s cranial disaster just leaves me gibbering and pounding my wee fists, sorry.
Barney Google and Snuffy Smith – Psychic readings are often a grift, telling people what they want to hear. Notably missing is any moments of Snuffy stealing chickens, getting arrested by Sherriff Tait, brawling with the Barlows, and Zeldy even censors the fact that Snuffy would absolutely have an Ace in his back pocket so he could cheat at cards. You know that card cheating was part of it, because Zeldy forgot to replace the suspicious expression of the card player with glasses sitting next to Snuffy.
Hi and Lois – Most sports broadcasts are full of ads for sports betting apps that are dangerously addictive. But it will be for better that Hi loses a few thousand dollars in bad wagers on golf than accept Thirsty’s drinking game version of gambling that will leave them both in the ICU with acute alcohol poisoning.