CSotD: Calling on the experts, real and imaginary
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This began as a rumor, expanded into a tease and then was finally confirmed.
Pearls Before Swine had an arc this week in which a guest artist provided much more stylistically finished artwork than PBS creator Stephan Pastis could have, in an arc in which the premise is that a second grader has taken over the strip. Today's finale provides a clue as to who it was.
Yeah, him. Here's the story of how it came about.
Start here and enjoy the show. It's like a comet, except that we can usually predict how long it will be before the comet swings by again. We sure can't make a guess on when we'll next see this bright star.
Juxtaposition of the Day
Not sure Jeff Koterba was intending to make the same point — his panel is a little bit ambiguous — but he did.
Or maybe Congress operates on a variation of the NRA's philosophy, reasoning that the only thing that will stop a group of bad men holding a hostage is a group of good men holding a whole country hostage.
And then there is this …
I really like the way Pooch Cafe blends actual dog behavior into a talking-dog strip. Every cartoonist has their talking dog drink out of toilets and check his p-mail at trees and fire hydrants, but Paul Gilligan goes deeper into the canine psyche for his gags.
This gag actually ran yesterday, but we were tied up with a weightier topic. The general rule around here is that, while editorial cartoons have a shelf life of more than 24 hours, daily strips do not.
What. Ever. I'm running it today.
Now that spring is here, the very nice lady on the corner of our block is often in her fenced yard gardening, with her little cairn terrier, who raises absolute holy hell when I walk by with Vaska.
Vaska is delightfully gentle and indulgent with puppies, and he has about a 10-to-1 weight advantage on this guy, who — by the way — is far too old to claim childish naivete for his brazen threats.
So the big fella just looks down through the fence at his would-be attacker with a semi-puzzled "What?"
And the very nice lady laughs and threatens to open the gate and let us all see how bold her big-mouthed dog really is.
But besides being a reminder of the dog down the block, the strip reminded me of one of my favorite columns of the past, and, despite having dropped one on you yesterday, I'm gonna give you yet another of my past glories, because it hasn't lost a lot of relevance, including on the topic of yesterday's more sombre rant.
This from 1988, so it's a different ridgeback, but the phenomenon is unchanged.
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