CSotD: Easy Like Humpday Morning
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I was just remembering all the time I spent in the principal’s office in high school, and here’s Andertoons pinging those memories again. The only time I was in there for anything serious was when I was caught smoking in the boys’ room (which would make a good song!). The others mostly involved mischief.
It wasn’t wasted time. It gave me plenty of opportunities to tune my ability to read upside down, which was career prep, since it’s an invaluable talent for a reporter.
It also provided a bit of amusement when I met with the freshman dean and discovered that the first line in my college record was “Could be a wavemaker if he gets bored.”
Which was kinda silly, because making waves was how I avoided ever getting bored.
Another college memory, and I’m gonna disagree with Caulfield on this one, because one of my memories of freshman year — admittedly more in October than September — was that the first day a single snowflake fell, you could tell which freshmen were from California and Florida because they turned out in all the winter coats, hats and boots they’d brought with them.
I’ll agree with him about meatheads, both male and female, wearing shorts in nippy weather, but that’s not a collegiate thing. I suspect it’s the same crowd that wears parkas in the middle of summer.
I hate those kiosks. I realize I could learn to use them, but they’re hardly uniform and if you go to the drive-thru, you can avoid them entirely.
I self-check nearly every time I go to the grocery store, but those set-ups are fairly uniform, and once you learn one, you can use them all. But the last time I flew, I found that the airport stores are starting to have self-check registers none of which are similar, which is fine for frequent flyers, who also know how to order food on the self-serve tablets at airport sit-down food places.
I’m old. I’ll admit it. I even use paper boarding passes instead of waving my phone at the gate.
And here’s a tip: If you’re going to the drive-thru, bring Mitch Trubisky with you. The people in the car in front of me never think to do that.
I’m with ya, Toby. One of my first stops each morning is Google News, but about two-thirds of it is click-bait and I’ll often see entertainment stories, apparently selected for boomers, about musicians from our era. While I’m occasionally intrigued, there’s no way I’m going to volunteer for a steady stream of more junk.
To which I’ll add the wish that I could just delete “Reels” from my FB feed entirely. They’ve always been full of semi-porn and stories of clever things that never happened, but now all that Penthouse Forum-style nonsense has been joined by Sora-generated slop of animals doing amazing, impossible things.
That’s me, too, though I gather passwords are fading from use. But in the meantime, they’re getting fussier and fussier and you can’t use “1-2-3-exclamation point” everywhere because a lot of them won’t allow consecutive numbers.
I tried to make an on-line purchase the other day and they insisted I create an ID and password. Then they kept kicking back the password as unacceptable, but wouldn’t say why. I tried special symbols and different lengths and random capitalization and finally decided not to give them my money.
So, yeah, I’m an old fart, but at least I’m willing to go forage for myself rather than have my meals delivered. There was a time when even relatively middleclass families had “help” and I think the people addicted to on-line shopping are subconsciously yearning for those days.
But if you can’t tell Louise Beavers from Jeff Bezos, you oughtn’t to be allowed to shop at all.
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It’s getting hard for cartoonists to stay ahead of reality.
Nice little namecheck, by the way.
Of course, if Lydia Pinkham or Madam CJ Walker were around today, they’d have to become on-line influencers to have any sort of success.
Jonesy, being a Briton, doesn’t have to sit through drug ads on television like Yanks and Kiwis get to, though at least the TV ads here are required to contain disclosures, such that they’ve had to speed up the audio track until it sounds like that guy on the old FedEx commercials.
And the disclosures are growing, with a requirement to list everything, which is really bad timing because now we’ve got a Secretary of HHS who thinks everything will kill you and we’re about to get a Surgeon General who dropped out of medical school before doing a residency.
Meanwhile, in the on-line community, you can make any sort of plugs, promises and ridiculous statements you want, and then back them up with a bot army of commenters praising whatever you’re pushing.
Which makes efficacy and safety purely optional and largely coincidental.
I’m confused by this one. Obviously, he passed the billboard with the cop behind it and continued at a high speed. He could have seen the police car in his rearview mirror but the cop could see him, now right in front of him.
I did a ridealong with a trooper once, but we were perched very visibly in the median of I-87, the main goal being not to write tickets so much as to get people to slow down, which they did. Which is how I learned the term “fishtailing,” which is when a speeder hits the brakes suddenly and the cop laughs, even if he didn’t get a read on him in time to write him a ticket.
The guy who gets ticketed didn’t even see the cop, but that’s only a valid excuse in the comics.
In lieu of music:
This is Humpday, but it does follow both a remarkable election night and the death of a significant figure in our recent past. So for the political junkies, here are links to Ann Telnaes’ and Kal Kallagher’s collections of Dick Cheney cartoons, and a selection of pre-election cartoons that Clay Jones really hated.
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