Candorville (KFS) pokes some fun at its former hosting site, but, for those who haven’t been following DD Degg’s coverage here, the outage at GoComics seems to have fouled up their ability to receive and process strips, such that they’re featuring a lot of reruns at the moment.
This makes it hard to take a comedy break, which is too bad, since we’re currently in serious debates about how a shortage of photos of Hunter Biden’s penis interfered with the 2020 elections and how we should have left Britteny Griner in a Russian prison rather than leave Paul Whelan behind and how Germany seems to take overthrowing the government more seriously than American authorities do.
I’m thinking of moving to Britain, where life is so idyllic and perfect that they have endless time to piss and moan over a TV show about The Prince Formerly Known as The Prince.
I’ve had to sort through copyright dates to pick out the new stuff, but I made an exception for this six-year-old Moderately Confused (AMS) because it’s ironically as timeless as the Yule Log. I think Jeff Stahler could run this one every year because I’m pretty sure the Yule Log is on a gigantic tape somewhere, or maybe a smaller tape that gets played on a loop.
Though you can also just buy your own faux fireplace and run a fake fire constantly. A carbon-neutral Christmas every day!
This Bizarro (KFS) sneaks in under the one-week rule because the gag works best on this day of the week.
It also works best with someone this visually distinctive, since Georgia O’Keefe was also kicking around the West but basically looked like a generic, if sharp-eyed, little old lady, which (A) is a good thing to look like and (B) I’m sure didn’t matter to her one way or the other.
But a lot of artists make themselves a work of art, not to mention doing a lot of self-portraits, and, in this case, that’s a major factor in making the gag work.
Works even better if you know they divorced and then remarried, which I didn’t. I also had no idea what Diego Rivera looked like, and, for that matter, I still only have a faint impression of Alfred Stieglitz but, then, TGIGOK wouldn’t have worked in the first place.
Juxtaposition of the Day
I can relate to this Fastrack, because I once worked in a newsroom where my boss was the wife of her boss, who was the best friend of his boss, which meant there would have had to have been some major chaos for anyone at my level to move upward.
I transferred to a department with less incestual constriction, and then to another newspaper with none at all, and from there to a paper where I was editor and didn’t want to move up to publisher, though even there I wound up as interim publisher for a few months.
Onward and upward indeed, but with this confession: I made that first liberating move after I was empty-nested in my early 40s.
So I have some compassion for people locked into miserable, soul-killing, dream-killing jobs because of family obligations, but, then again, it’s kind of like staying in a bad marriage for the kids’ sake. You have to wonder whether the stability is worth the misery, even for them.
Anyway, this guy has proposed to Juliet, but her look in that final panel suggests maybe “gutless wonder” isn’t on her list of ideal traits.
The season of New Year’s Resolutions is around the corner. Just sayin’
But right now is the season of Christmas Craft Fairs, as seen in Next Door Neighbors (AMS), and there’s nothing better than buying something you could easily have made yourself or gotten for free from your slightly dotty great-aunt and then only put out when she came to visit.
There was an art fair in Colorado Springs that, while not juried, worked to maintain a relatively high level of artistry with some set rules. In their recruiting ad one year, they specified a list of low-level stuff that was not eligible, which was a good start, but the ad also had a typo that transformed the entry fee from $30.00 to $3000.
Then-wife’s boss dropped the clipping on her desk with a brisk, “That ought to keep out the decoupage.”
Graeme Keyes comments on the bitcoin collapse, and I’m reasonably sympathetic to people who bought into it, which means I wouldn’t say to their faces, “What the hell were you thinking?” any more than I would decline to admire a good collection of Beanie Babies.
A “good” collection meaning “some, but certainly not a major investment.”
However, the setting here strikes a different response, because I’ve been wondering how panhandlers — both street people and storefront fundraisers — are able to collect much in the way of spare change in a world in which a lot of people don’t carry cash anymore.
I used to have some change rattling around because I needed it for the laundromat, but now the laundromat takes swipe cards, and I am neither young nor an early adapter.
In fact, I’m old enough to remember when this Visa ad was futuristic.
I also remember making sure my kids had a quarter to call home if they needed a ride or were changing plans. But they have their own kids today, and, while I’m sure those kids know what a pay phone is — they are bright young people — I doubt they’ve ever used one.
Rhymes With Orange (KFS) makes a far more hip gag than the standard “Kids don’t know what pay phones are” joke, because, yeah, we were pretty trusting with personal information in them thar days.
But the explanation is that you couldn’t scan text back then, so, if you wanted to exploit all that data, you’d have to copy it out piece by piece, and, in order to be able to sort it, you’d need an expensive computer the size of a room.
Of course, kids are pretty concrete in their thinking: As a nine-year-old, I couldn’t understand why Charlie’s wife didn’t just hand him a nickel instead of a sandwich.