Sometimes Josh’s toon-writing is irresistable; I’m so tickled I have to try to draw it. My work, well; but the writing makes it good. Which reminds me, if anyone likes to draw, give one of Josh’s toons a try! It’s fun!
SCHRODINGER’S DOG. One dog complains to another: “Sure, I’m alive. I’m disgustingly alive. Not that anyone cares, one way or the other.”
It’s hard to live in the cat’s shadow.
No one drew a cartoon this week — until today! Here’s Ali Redford with a wonderful nine two eight:
I think this is Ali’s best yet, though she disagrees. There’s a delightful array of alien disbelief going on around the room — from smirks to snickers to outright banging on the table. Plus the aliens look a lot like sea monkeys. Not real sea monkeys, the ones from the comic book ads. Thank you, Ali! I love it.
Come back next week. Me too (I’ll try). Draw my cartoons. Draw. (snip)
From Mabry: This guy is suffering from sliding bicep syndrome, plus his forearm seems to be stolen from a 7 foot tall basketball player. And then there’s the nipple that’s trying to leave the scene altogether.
He also looks like one of the Property Brothers.
Sarah: Ok the proportions and perspective here are really weird to the point I feel like I should give everyone a warning. Like, uncanny valley vaguely nauseous proportions.
The ARM. the size of the head! his neck! I’m queasy now.
Lara: They must have used a funhouse mirror filter of some kind.
Sarah: Did he get stung by something?
From Jen: Awkward wolf placement. Is he a wolf shifter? Or is he banging this wolf? The wolf appears to be complaining about the dude behind him.
Lara: Oh that is some champion poor placement! Worst/best I’ve seen!
Sarah: Please stop making covers where it looks like some indifferent dude is about to hump an animal.
Amanda: Isn’t the saying, “In this world, nothing is certain except death and taxes and bad animal placement on shifter romance covers”?
From Susan: Blow it up for best effect. Lots here to play with.
Sarah: Wood.
Elyse: WHAT COULD ALL THE WOOD REPRESENT.
Sarah: Honestly I have no idea. What could it be?
From lils: Well “something” is burning! Is it love or an effect of the mess hall?
Sarah: This is a visual representation of what some of my headaches feel like!
Amanda: What in the J.J. Abrams is with all the lens flare?
Also, a question. On Kids Baking Championship, one of the items required is a chocolate-dipped item. One young baker decided to use butterscotch instead of chocolate. They tempered it, they dipped their item, and presented it. When asked about it, since it wasn’t chocolate, they stated that their technique was the same, and the item was dipped; also, that the butterscotch right there among the chocolate in the same area of the pantry.
So. While chocolate is not butterscotch and vice-versa, does this item count as a chocolate-dipped item? Discuss in comments.
Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for November 08, 2024
I make it a point to look at only comics over breakfast on BP check days. Calvin always gives a good one, always. Most of the toons I read are funny and non-topical. It is unfortunate that I can’t help but see the one featured comment under the comics; I can report that even on GoComics, the entire world is watching the US today with bated breath.
So, I can’t get my diastolic under 70. I like 66-69. (I’d like a little lower, but I’m not 17 anymore!) Anyway, that’s the Election Day morning report from the Redford manse. I prescribe the best chocolate everyone can get, enjoyed in small bites allowed to melt before swallowing. Plenty of clear, non-carbonated fluids, too. It really, truly helps. Let’s all enjoy the day where we are-it’s exactly where we’re supposed to be.
OK, so it didn’t take me this long to eat lunch; I’ve had some other things to do, and wanted to let the first post settle a bit. Since I got that all out, some of my urgency has abated, though I still want to tie the subject up, until/unless there are comments where we can discuss and enjoy however long we want.
Lunch was brunch. My plate was frambled eggs with toast. I know I said it wasn’t a cooking post, and look what I’m doing. When I make frambled eggs, I cook the eggs as if for over-easy (yolks runny, whites cooked.) Turn the eggs when it’s time, let them get a bit of heat on that side, then gently drag your spatula through, to break the yolk and drag the white through the yolk. My personal goal is not a hard-cooked yolk, but what I guess they call a jammy yolk; you get a bit of liquid, even, but it’s not drippy. You just keep gently lifting and turning until you like the consistency of the eggs. I had whole wheat toast, and oatmeal that I apple-pie spiced, and sweetened with honey. We’ve been having a rain “event,” so I’d got the laundry to the laundry room to run and to dry between/before rains.
Our laundry room is at the front of our front carport, front being the direction the front end of the car points; we park in front of the laundry room. Our house is a whole post in and of itself, but not quite as Scottie’s and Ron’s house; they may run theirs by crisis and we rarely have a crisis, but their house is nicer and more modern than ours. Also, while Sat. and Sunday are fitness rest days, I still do 10 min. every hour on the rebounder to get my steps. So, lunch hour took a little while. It’s a rest day! 😎 And the first day of Standard time, so everything’s a little later because our bio clocks are still running on Saving time. 🕰
I wonder if everybody has that one or two commercials that the last time it airs cannot come too soon. For me, right now, (and I know the winter holidays commercials are coming…) it’s that Wegovy commercial. I just want it to stop. Interestingly, while I’m not a big fan of Big Pharma, one of the ads I enjoy, all its versions, is the Jardiance ad! It makes me dance. Well, the newest one’s tempo is too slow for fun dancing, but it’s still a nice ad. This is neither a plug for or against either drug. Those have their place and may be discussed with a person’s doctor. This is just about the ads. The ones that use music from my youth especially tick me off, so I just ignore them and dance to their background music. I hate that King Harvest’s “Dancin’ in the Moonlight” is one that’s been appropriated. It’s been one of my top favorites forever, and they can’t take it away from me!
I turned all the clocks back last night, except one. But our son came out, noticed, and said, “Aren’t we supposed to turn the clocks back? The bathroom clock is an hour fast.” Truly, I’d turned the clocks up. I find the semi-annual time change abhorrent and stupid, but I disdain Saving time the most, because there goes another hour of my life, every year, that doesn’t come back, not really, so I guess changing the clock put me in a negative mindset and I went the wrong way. Anyway, it’s been enough years of my life now that I don’t care which we have, we simply need to pick one and be done. I don’t change the analog clock in the kitchen; it’s over the kitchen table, and I can’t reach it unless I stand on the kitchen table. Some day there could be a reason for me to stand on the kitchen table, but I’m not doin’ it to change the damn clock. The guys will get tired of it sooner or later, and I have the stove clock. And my Fitwitch on my wrist.
Well, that’s a sort of round up of trivia and drift. I hope readers have enjoyed it, at least smiled or giggled, and maybe feel a little better.
We can do this stuff. It’s still way too early to let Republicanism mess with our mental health.
Scottie's Playtime 