CSotD: Just like old times
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This Prickly City actually ran yesterday, but I'm breaking the rules because it reminded me of six years ago when this blog was at that stage.
I post the blog each morning, but there's something about seeing your work in final-form that makes typos and infelicities leap out at you, so I often go back, not for substantive changes but to pick up misspellings, reptitious words and similar imperfections.
But I had to proof the entire thing in one swoop back then or I'd seriously skew my numbers. This becoming an Internet sensation doesn't happen overnight, y'know.
(There really is a Prickly City podcast, by the way.)
Going further back
Mike Lynch, ragpicker extraordinaire, recently unearthed a copy of Judge from 1938. His dallying in flea markets brings me back to being a very small boy and going through the mail to see what magazines had come that day, because some had a lot of cartoons, a few had some cartoons on certain pages and some useless ones had none at all.
1938 is a bit before my time — in fact, Judge ceased publication a few years before I was born — but the collection of cartoons he offers is good, if a little dated.
This one caught my eye not for golf but for football, because at one point, when I was in my mid-20s, I went to a Catholic parish where they had an 8:30 mass, a 10 am mass and an 11 am mass on Sunday. In those pre-cable, pre-VCR days, Notre Dame Highlights ran at 8 am (the games were not telecast live) and, it being Mountain Time, the Broncos game was apt to kick off at 11 (and it would be live and once-only).
The other two masses probably looked a lot like this. I wouldn't know.
But the 10 looked like Catholic Woodstock.
While we're in Church
Patrick Marrin's Francis is insider humor for progressive Catholics, though, if you see the ones making all the noise, you'd think "progressive Catholic" was an oxymoron.
However, there are such — mostly, I think, sheltered in a Secret Annex above the offices of National Catholic Reporter where this comic appears.
And, while progress will never be fast enough for some, there are baby steps being made, including the appointment of a commission to consider allowing women to become deacons.
I suspect Marrin is pretty close to the truth on this one, however.
Juxtaposition of the Day
One of the advantages of having been libeled and attacked for two or three decades is that you kind of get used to it, and you either fold up and go home or you deal.
As the political philosopher Kid Sheleen explained it,
At first you don't think you can stand to get hit, then you realize you can take it 'cause the blood don't matter, and you know you're gonna live. It's a great gift I'm goin' to give you – to know it don't hurt to fight!
Tim Eagan is portraying the Rope-a-Dope strategy, while Kal Kallaugher's Hillary is floating like a butterfly, and bullriding isn't the sport for either, but I like both metaphors.
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