Prithee Thou Blow

Must figure out a way to work, "prithee thou blow" into a conversation today. Into a non-bedroom type of conversation.

So that explains the mysterious body noises.

I give up

Today is my mother's birthday and this cartoon appeared in today's online Houston Chronicle. My mother does not own dogs or roller skates. I found it humorous because of the lady's name and the silliness.

Leroy you are a clever one but Loretta will not appreciate it.

I give up following the background art in Mary Worth even though it is more interesting than this plot.

Terry Bryson slowly realizes that she is speaking to a child in a woman's body. I love Toby's petulant pose. Looks like some more icon material.

Foam, pillows and duct tape.

Listening to my Julie London channel on Pandora wondering how many versions of "Hello Dolly" I will hear today.

I have gained greater peace of mind when I have given up the need to be right about minor things.

Putting underwear on a planet

Jupiter looks better in a brief rather than a boxer-brief.
The new guy may save B.C. from zombie-stripdom. This one will generate a few irate letters to the editor.
Does Harriet understand what the cat says or does it just sound like a lot of meowing to her? The cat will have no trouble obtaining a gun permit, it's obtaining the gun that the cat will have trouble with.
Olive Oyl does fit in very well here.

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I'm taking time off from work but not from reading the funnies. Today's comics are brought to you by the letter B.

Walking meditation

As long is Monty is mindful his walking meditation is just fine. I could live in a community based upon Ballard Street.

What are the ingredients of "Beetleloaf"?

Dagwood Bumstead distills the essence of the comics page in today's newspapers.

Can Mary perform an actual act of kindness? An act that really puts herself on the line?

No, Mary will only increase this woman's suffering with platitudes and meddling and pretend it is kindness. Mary Worth would not recognize true kindness even if the Dalai Lama himself gave her instruction.

The Santa Royale hospice has a picture of Mary Worth in its office with instructions to get her away from the clients by any means possible.

I want to find Ballard Street

A humorous example of spiritual community outside of traditional church. I'm not so interested in finding nirvana, heaven, utopia or Sesame Street. I want to go to Ballard Street.

Next week, I will temp foster a Pit Bull named Angus; a watermelon loving Pit Bull. Angus will come over tonight. Read another example of a dog's ability to still love despite tremendous suffering.

Babies grow quickly but damn, growing several inches during a pool party defies biology. Mary, you need to refill your gloat with a bit more smug. Mary once heard that the road to uh, happiness is paved with good intentions.

Perhaps, George W. Bush was prophetic when he spoke against human - animal hybrids during a state of the union speech a couple of years ago. God showed him this cartoon.

Comics, comics, comics

Letters have appeared in the local paper complaining about large dogs on the loose. The letters tend to be hysterical in tone and call for a breed ban (Rottweiler, Pit Bull). The large dogs do not bother me. Most owners of large dogs in my neighborhood demonstrate responsibility by keeping their dogs in the backyard or restrained in some way. They follow the leash laws. The people who need reminding of leash laws are the owners of toy breeds. Having a little dog nipping at your ankles while running is quite annoying. I need to write a letter to the editor about that.

Poor Spot. I wish I lived on Ballard Street. A people who have a facade of normality but yet unafraid to display their goofiness.

I thought of Ms. Theologian when I saw this cartoon. I'm living my dream - sitting in a cold office and recording a video about elk calls. I get the edit the video into smaller chunks once I have captured the whole thing. Elk calls are annoying. Trust me on this.

A cool part of this job is my computer is powerful enough to allow me to capture a video and do other things. I do have my own office with full walls and a window. If I had to do aspects of this job in a cube farm my co-workers would have legitimate grounds to beat me. Seriously, elk calls are fucking annoying. Yes, I have the volume turned down low. I don't have it completely off so that I can hear when the video ends.

F Minus illustrates the future. Eventually, all bar stool will be shaped that way.

TJ has other facial expressions!

Call an ambulance! We have a suicidal person on the premises!

Friday

Brilliant idea, Marcus! I should do the same thing. I should put together an activity kit for social gatherings and market it to introverts to use while being forced to attend a social gathering.

Beetle, that's not casual, that's insane!

I can imagine what having a squirrel running around in my blouse and removing my bra feels like.
SPELLMAN! The asshole harassing Dr. Drew about his sex life is named Spellman. About damn time the guy got a name.
Those are not strawberries but peyote.

I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel in regards to the project, I dubbed the Infinite Project. Turns out it was a train. Things keep getting added to this damn project. I think I will qualify for retirement (time of service + age = 80; in my case 10 years + 38 years old = 48 subtract from 80 = 32 years until qualification for full retirement) before this project sees its first iteration. This project will require periodic updates.

I did not update my cartoon last night because I attended a long board meeting. There was a lot to cover. I could have updated after my dental appointment this morning but I decided I needed a nap instead. I have great teeth, the dentist said my teeth were fun to floss and my blood pressure was 115/ 52. Maybe my dentist needs to get out more - using flossing and fun in the same sentence. I admire him for finding joy in the small things.

Edgar is becoming more confident about leaving the cage. I let the birds out while I took my nap. Salvador perched on my upper arm (I usually sleep on my side). When I got out of bed I almost stepped on Edgar. He was on the floor in the hallway. He usually perches on the top of the cage or on some shelves. Fortunately, Edgar got away quickly.

During my nap I dreamt that both Edgar and Salvador were flying around outside. Edgar was flying and landing very well. Both of the birds landed among a group of wild birds. Then Salvador was picked up by a Great Blue Heron. That upset me. I sort of woke up to the sound of one of Salvador's chirps. I moved on to my back and Salvador moved on to my pillow. He is molting so when I left this afternoon there was a small pile of feathers on my pillow.

Killing Me Softly With Her Song

I love Mrs. Yannes' line in the last panel. I plan on using that excuse when I get older.

What a lovely frock. Gold linoleum - Harvest Gold linoleum
Somehow my ears hurt while reading the lyrics to this song. I read elsewhere that an MP3 is available at the official For Better or For Worse site but those who have listened to the song reported that a substantial part of them died. I felt a small part of my soul wither away just reading the lyrics. I cannot afford to lose anymore of my soul. Especially, if I want to live to become a crazy old lady who cannot be held responsible for anything she says. It has happened to Lynn Johnston.
I felt sympathy pains in my nether regions (I should grow up and use the word vagina but I don't want to take away any one's innocence) when I saw Dawn riding the horse in the second panel. I'm glad Giella found the horse clip art and drew Dawn around it.

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I need to teach the someone how to update the Sunday Services page so that it does not do the funky stuff.

Ga Ud Endeligt Nedsla!

I did not update my cartoon last night because of a thunder storm and I was a bit tired from doing speed work last night. In lieu of my cartoon here are some other people's cartoons.

Rhymes with Orange gives us a slightly surrealistic pun. The older generation is familiar with nose rings just not used to seeing them on Americans.

The artist has captured the essence of cat.

I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one who enjoys the calming influence of Danish thrash metal. When I layed out the orders of service for my church I listened to Scandinavian death metal.

I can feel the love that Giella put into rendering those bits of hair in Wilbur's comb over. Dawn is withholding information because Wilbur and others at Charterstone will stage an intervention and suck all the life and happiness out of her.

Holy crap! Those are big flys.
Another slightly surrealistic pun.

Embracing the Armored Lifestyle

Your daughter's needs are beyond what the public school system can offer. It's time to consider alternatives.

Popeye really enjoys his girl fights. Judging by the splat it appears mud has become involved. Trench coat guy becomes repulsed and turned on at the same time.

Have your considered calling the police and charging the Forths with trespassing? Quite simple. If the Forths lived in Texas and visited the neighbor's pool at night, the couple in the comic can shoot them. I think a warning shot has to be fired though.

I love the bubble gum. I wonder if the armored lifestyle includes armor camps and resorts. I suppose Ren Fairs and Festivals could count. If the Forth's neighbors take more extreme measures to keep them out of the pool then they may benefit from the armored lifestyle.

I did not know the Family Circus kids had friends outside the family. Jeffy is visiting a friend because with 4 kids the Keanes cannot afford a big screen, flat panel TV mounted on the floor.

Packing them in like sardines. The lady in the background is drinking some kind of potion that magically brings you closer to the objects in the foreground.

Had to include this one because of the department where I work.
You're plugger if you are retarded. Usually, the driver is out of the vehicle when locking the car and setting off the quick honk.

Caddyshack

I've felt the same way myself. A nice reboot would do the trick. Better yet, a reformat with a nice clean reinstall of the important files.

Caddyshack reference! The dog is probably contemplating an unnamed phenomenon in which something pop cultural gets referenced or mentioned often for no reason. For example, Caddyshack came out in the 1980's - this comic is the first reference and then later a friend makes a reference to Caddyshack and then even later a newscaster uses something from Caddyshack as a metaphor. The Onion even did an article about this phenomenon. Can anyone think of a good term to describe it?

A drawing of a punchline of a popular joke. I wish I thought to do this. Damn, I hate it when I miss opportunities like that.

SIX WEEKS! SIX @#$%! WEEKS and THIS is where the arc ends!?! In the unseen third panel something explodes. It took SIX WEEKS to get to this point! Damn it, somebody better die! Damn, no guilt since everyone has forgiven each other and themselves. SIX WEEKS! I hate this comic but I can't stop reading it.