While I agree generally with Kate in Grand Avenue (AMS), one of the specific things the weekend means is that I don’t do laundry, because that’s the day all the people who work are crowding the laundromat.
But, having retired, Saturday means two things: The post office closes at noon and there will be more dogs for my dog to play with at the park. And then the dogs will be back on Sunday but the post office won’t be open at all.
So the dog can look forward to weekends. Somebody should.
Switching from minor annoyances to world-shattering horrors, I’m not sure whether Tom Gauld (Guardian) is in sympathy with this Jane Austenesque character or making fun of her but I assume both.
I don’t dog ear pages myself, but it’s pretty low on my list of microaggressions, and well below the person who keeps their place by laying the open book face down.
And then there are the people who read non-fiction with a highlighter or pen in hand, which I assume means they’re reading it for a course. It’s interesting, if you buy a second-hand non-fiction book that’s been highlighted, to try to psychoanalyze the previous reader.
Sometimes what they’ve highlighted seems somewhat random, which makes you wonder how well they did in the course. Other times, they highlight so much that you think they’d have done better to read with a Magic Marker and just blackout the few lines they don’t think they’ll need to remember.
There are now sharing apps so you can click on e-books to let you see what other people have marked as significant or wonderful or whatever.
I have no idea why on earth you would want to do that.
On the other hand — and getting into politics for a moment — if a Clay Jones cartoon isn’t speaking eloquently enough for itself, you can go to his web page and read an essay expanding his thoughts on the topic.
Sometimes he’s furious and sometimes he’s funny, but if you enjoy furious humor, and if you happen to hate frat boys and pretentious bars and DJs — and if you don’t mind a heapin’ helpin’ of profanity — you should go read his thoughts on Matt Gaetz and his ilk.
Not that he’s the only person with a massive case of schadenfreude over the spectacular fall of Gaetz, but he sure knows how to celebrate it.
Plus, if you haven’t seen Charlie Sykes’ round-up of Gaetzgate from the Bulwark, it’s well worth a read.
And while we’re being political, check out this
Juxtaposition of the Day
Like Milbrath, I’ve been horrified, but gratified, by the way the prosecution is roasting Derek Chauvin, and yesterday’s testimony from police experts about proper treatment of suspects was devastating to any defense of what he did.
I also like the way Zyglis ties in the obscene treatment of Black people generally, exemplified by the killing of George Floyd, but includes attempts to keep them from being able to vote.
But that’s not why I am featuring these two.
Facebook is censoring Milbreth’s cartoon as too potentially upsetting, so that you have to click on the gray screen if you want to see it, but Zyglis’s cartoon is right there for everyone to view.
Which makes me think that it’s a good thing they didn’t have photography at the time of the Crucifixion or Facebook this weekend would just be a series of gray blocks.
And, speaking of Easter and of art, Mother Goose and Grimm (KFS) got a laff out of me with this one.
Though I’m old school and think you should learn to draw the egg perfectly before you start adding colors.
I’m also of the opinion that no Easter Bunny cartoon will ever, ever top this 2002 Margaret Shulock piece.
Which offers a segue into this Lockhorns (KFS), which made me laff, but I realize it’s the kind of joke that might take a little while before you get it.
Would have taken me about 20 years to even chuckle, but after 37, I can laugh out loud, because I remember back when everything was her fault.
Or mine, depending on who you asked.
The good news is that time heals all wounds, unless you keep picking at it, in which case it won’t ever heal.
While we’re poking around in the past, this Vintage Judge Parker (KFS) from 1978 made me smile — fashions aside — because of her euphemism in that last panel.
Given that she was a stripper when Sam first met her, I think she could have spared him the delicate manners.
While over in Vintage Buz Sawyer (KFS), he’s been running around undercover with this rebel terrorist bad guy who we see wasn’t so bad after all, and I had been wondering what was going on, but I see now it was Roy Crane once more standing up for the good ol’ US of A.
There was a point at which Crane became a great good friend of the CIA’s efforts to fight the commies and promote democracy around the world, mostly through programs to improve people’s lives.
Which isn’t a bad thing, as long as the adventures and the art are good, and that always was the case.
But it’s like getting a meal at the rescue mission — you’ve got to sit through the sermon.
Finally, going back if we may to “time heals all wounds,” this Non Sequitur (AMS) gives me flashbacks to my recovery from hip replacement.
I had physical therapy, but I had two therapists and who I got seemed a matter of chance.
Unlike this fellow’s combotherapist, they separated things, so that one guy would strictly put me through hell with exercises so that I could barely walk for two days, while the other fellow would make me do some exercises but then do massage therapy on my hip, during which time we’d sort out the troubles of the world.
It wasn’t quite “talk therapy” but at least I could take the dog to the park the next morning.
Now here’s the classic way to combine both types of therapy: