Wile E. doesn’t really seem like the domestic sort. I’d have expected Ralph Wolf to be married, since he holds a steady job (although he isn’t as good at it as Sam the sheepdog is at his.) Wile E., on the other hand, seems more the loner type.
@ woozy – The first panel is what Janis sees in the binoculars. As soon as the first daffodil(s) sprout, she dashes outside to collect them for her vase on the table, then returns to the window to be ready for the next ones.
“The first panel is what Janis sees in the binoculars. As soon as the first daffodil(s) sprout, she dashes outside to collect them for her vase on the table, then returns to the window to be ready for the next ones.”
It’s funny because those are presumably the first flowers of the season, only to be unceremoniously nipped and held captive indoors for the rest of their days.
The Sisyphus one doesn’t make sense to me. How did the boulder get through the luggage conveyor in the first place? :-)
Also, he was condemned to roll the boulder uphill as a punishment. If he could escape the hill (and thus his punishment) he wouldn’t be dragging the rock along with him. :-)
Well, I am sitting here waiting for the 2nd nor’easter of the week to hit us – so no spring here – and for the second month in a row we had to cancel our embroidery chapter’s meeting due to snow. (At least I was not suppose to be doing the program this month as I was last month.) I mailed out a corporation return due out next Thursday to the client even though I need/hope to be there to help her with it as they are saying maybe another nor’easter on Monday. If I get stuck I can talk her through signing the forms and writing the checks – I hope.
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Spring is sprung, the flowers riz, I wonder where the birdies is.
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That’s interesting. The one I know is:
Spring has sprung; the grass has riz; I wonder where the flowers is.
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Or a couple days ago in PA: Spring ain’t sprung; the grass ain’t riz; it, the birds, and I are friz.
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Here in Berlin, we’re still suffering from a pound’s worth of “Winter is icumen in, Lhude sing G…“.
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Yeah, all of Germany has been a deep freeze for well over a week. Today is the first time above freezing in a good 10 days.
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Wow, Diesel Sweeties still exists?
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P.S. I wasn’t aware that Nancy Kerrigan had even been nominated.
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@carlfink Yeah, I was impressed by that as well. The blurb from the author for this particular one was “I put wiring this one off as long as I could”
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Wile E. doesn’t really seem like the domestic sort. I’d have expected Ralph Wolf to be married, since he holds a steady job (although he isn’t as good at it as Sam the sheepdog is at his.) Wile E., on the other hand, seems more the loner type.
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“Wow, Diesel Sweeties still exists?”
I know! I haven’t read that in years.
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The Wile E Coyote one was so close to being the ‘nagging wife’ cliche, but the accordion pleats saved it.
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I don’t get Arlo and Janis. (As always.)
The Sisyphus one is funny, but you’d think he’d be glad to lose it. (Unless we must imagine Sisyphus happy….)
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@ woozy – The first panel is what Janis sees in the binoculars. As soon as the first daffodil(s) sprout, she dashes outside to collect them for her vase on the table, then returns to the window to be ready for the next ones.
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“The first panel is what Janis sees in the binoculars. As soon as the first daffodil(s) sprout, she dashes outside to collect them for her vase on the table, then returns to the window to be ready for the next ones.”
… and…?
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Janis feels torn between the desire to create and the desire to destroy.
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“… and…?”
And that’s funny because normal people don’t act that way… EXCEPT at the end of a long, dreary winter.
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Because it’s such a cold spring, she can’t bear to to outside to enjoy the daffodils.
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It’s funny because those are presumably the first flowers of the season, only to be unceremoniously nipped and held captive indoors for the rest of their days.
Now, regarding the “Spring has sprung…” poem, my immediate thought was “Burma Shave”: http://burma-shave.org/jingles/1951/spring
The Sisyphus one doesn’t make sense to me. How did the boulder get through the luggage conveyor in the first place? :-)
Also, he was condemned to roll the boulder uphill as a punishment. If he could escape the hill (and thus his punishment) he wouldn’t be dragging the rock along with him. :-)
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Spring, Spring,
The boid is on the wing.
My woid. How absoid.
I thought the wing was on the boid.
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All I could think about Mrs. Wile E. Coyote is that Larry the Croc’s wife in “Pearls Before Swine” has been there and done that for years.
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Well, I am sitting here waiting for the 2nd nor’easter of the week to hit us – so no spring here – and for the second month in a row we had to cancel our embroidery chapter’s meeting due to snow. (At least I was not suppose to be doing the program this month as I was last month.) I mailed out a corporation return due out next Thursday to the client even though I need/hope to be there to help her with it as they are saying maybe another nor’easter on Monday. If I get stuck I can talk her through signing the forms and writing the checks – I hope.
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