CSotD: There Is No Hump Day Shutdown
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There’s no Hump Day Shutdown but there is a shutdown of National Parks, which was a last minute decision. The Park Service argued that, with no rangers and other parks officials working, the level of vandalism would skyrocket and there’d be huge delays in rescuing people who stepped into pools of boiling water or antagonized bears and bison.
I wish that didn’t make sense to me, but it does, and it is indeed why we can’t have nice things.
I’m sure we’ll have more political shutdown cartoons tomorrow, but today is Hump Day, so let us proceed:
Okay, one more shutdown cartoon, because it’s funny in the grim, embarrassing way Constant Readers know I prize.
One of the revelations the World Wide Web brought to my attention was how much American crap like “Dallas” and “Laverne & Shirley” was being consumed overseas, though it goes deeper than that, because our politics have worldwide impact.
Though at the moment it’s a little hard to tell our politics from “Dallas” and “Laverne & Shirley,” except that the folks at South Fork are more honest and the ones at the Shotz Brewery are smarter.
Anyway, y’all enjoy the break, because we’ll certainly be back.
I understand how people enjoy pitting their flyfishing skills against fish, but I can’t help but picture a whole lot of fish with really stretched out mouths from being caught and released, though I suppose they have healthy hearts from getting the bejabbers scared out of them on a regular basis.
I grew up in a time when you were expected to eat whatever you caught, but back then it was already a vestige of long-gone days when you could go camping and catch enough trout to feed yourself.
Even in my lifetime it was necessary to pump truckloads of fresh fish into the waters.
The loons, however, are all in favor of catch-and-release fishing, because they’ve learned that if they hang around a boat, the people in it will catch and land a fish, and then put it back in the water while it’s exhausted and easy to snatch back up again.
Dating is another catch-and-release sport, and I’ve gotten a kick out of the budding, uncertain romance between Gina and Francis, but I object to Daphne taking such an abiding interest in it, because she’s got a boyfriend.
As I recall from those days, it’s apparently hard to MYOB when you haven’t got any, and so the people who fluttered around other couples were unattached themselves and had time to torpedo things by being more fascinated with the relationship than the two people who were actually involved.
Here’s something that has changed since I was a student. Not “Why would I ever need algebra?” a stock line like the stepping-on-a-Lego thing, a pillar of gag-writing. People in cartoons ask it all the time and the answer is that you might have to double a recipe or buy paint for your living room or figure out how long it takes to drive somewhere. I suspect they really mean trig or pre-calc.
The part I think has changed is that in my day teachers made you memorize formulas and proofs, but by the time my kids were in school, their math teachers taught the whys, not just the hows, so they understood the subject.
And, BTW, anyone with small children has learned to kind of shuffle in a dark room so that, if their bare foot encounters a Lego, they don’t hurt themselves.
Besides, in my day, we left jacks on the floor. Legos are nothing.
Leroy is smarter than I was on a business trip to Denver, when my hostess/client suggested we go to dinner at the Capital Grille, which you will notice has an E on the end, but which I didn’t notice because I didn’t see it in print until I was there in a polo shirt and hoodie. Not sure why they even let me in.
Turns out there’s a lot of food on the menu that I promise you was not prepared on a grill. Or even a grille.
And BTW, Larimer Square sure ain’t what it was in Jack Kerouac’s day. Back then, I’d have been way overdressed.
I miss real letters, but I’ll admit I don’t write them. I like the immediacy of email, though I remember when mail came twice a day and you could write a letter and have a reply within 24 hours.
But unless you download and print out email, it can disappear. Much of my early email was to and from addresses that no longer exist on servers that no longer exist written on computers that no longer exist. Most of the letters I have saved were written 25 years or more ago.
Like Mamet, I don’t get much these days except junk mail. Nobody writes letters and checks are directly deposited.
I object to the oligarchs trying to kill the postal service so they can turn over package delivery to their cronies, but they’re doing a good job of it. I had a PO box for 15 years, but the price kept going up and when it hit $400 a year, I dropped it.
So now, instead of paying $400 a year to go get the mail myself, I have a guy deliver it to the house for free.
What a world!
This is a new use of “horse-eye.” When I’ve used it, it was to describe an encounter I had with a moose who was in the road. I had to slam on my brakes and ended up about three feet from his head, whereupon he gave me the eye-roll a horse gives you when he’s just about to either bite you or kick the hell out of you.
I didn’t much like it then and I wouldn’t much like to see it on the other end of my couch, either, but I think Betty has known gentler horses.
Agreed. We don’t need AI actors any more than we need AI cartoonists or composers.
However, I’ll make an exception for short AI reels that are obviously not actual people, and only destroy the Earth a little.
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