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  1. Why should the nod be limited to Maximumble? That is (by far) the funniest “Mutt & Jeff” that I have ever seen (here at CIDU, or anywhere else, for that matter).

  2. I agree, Kilby . . . it’s just not an amusing comic. Speaking of breaking the fourth wall: Overboard and Pearls Before Swine do this quite often. I just finished reading Berkeley Breathed’s newest,
    Bloom County Episode XI: A New Hope, and Opus speaks to the audience quite often.

  3. Bliss just had a panel of a guy with a smeared face and caption (paraphrasing from memory) “My diagnosis: the cartoonist’s dog licked your face”.

  4. If you’re drawing a stick-figure comic, not that hard to draw a bike. A parallelogram and two circles, basically.

  5. I think cartoonists breaking the 4th wall is far too standard a motif to be considered synchronistic. Maybe if they were both about ink blots….

  6. Lord Flat: I assume that “Momma” and “Mommy” is an way to distinguish the 2 partners in an all female relationship. I suspect that more distinct name would be needed to avoid confusion in real life.

  7. The only same-sex couple I know don’t have children at this time, so I don’t know what the common practice is. I’m sure it varies and is probably evolving.

  8. That’s not a new problem, children have had two grandmothers before, and the same(ish) problem in identifying the two of them. In fact, with divorces and remarriages, a kid might have more than 2 grandmothers nowadays.

  9. Not just breaking the 4th wall, woozy: in both comics, the artist himself is aggressively — you might even say maliciously — intruding into the action.

  10. Ernie Bushmiller had a running Labor Day gag of taking the day off and leaving Nancy and Sluggo to complain about an “unfinished” strip.

  11. In sister-in-law’s family, mothers were “Mom” and grandmothers were “Momma.”

    Which is fine, but that left my kids not knowing what their cousins were talking about when referred to my mother as “Momma.”

  12. That wasn’t the only time Mutt & Jeff broke the fourth wall. In one strip they complained about the heat. It was so hot that filling the bathtub with ice cubes didn’t help. They begged the artist for help, so the artist put them into the middle of a snowstorm, and then they complained that they were freezing.

  13. We had grandma Sarah and grandma Shirley. Cousins on my dad’s side had grandma Shirley and Bubbie. Not sure what my cousin on mom’s side called other grandmother – or if she was alive when he was – my uncle married late.

    Robert called grandmothers by same plus their name (and both of us called grandfathers by same and name).

  14. My paternal grandfather was “Grandpa”, maternal was “Poppy”; however both my grandmothers were “Nanny” (“Nanny” or “Nan” seems to be the most common here in my experience). I always referred to them as Nanny Surname, not Nanny Forename; I don’t know if that is a regional difference or maybe just my family — I know I never encountered anyone calling, say, their father “sir” until I encountered Americans.

  15. As my grandparents (and I, for six years) were in Holland, I use Opa and Oma and Omi. However, my Mother’s parents had a cat named Paultje, so they were Oma en Opa Paultje, whereas my father’s parents had an Airedale named Spencer, so they became Opa en Omi Spencer. Easy peasy.

  16. I think the surname/given name thing is more family tradition than regional — especially in the United States, where we have so many cultures mixed together. We grew up using (for example) “Grandma Bickel” — but by the time my kids were born, my own mother had remarried, and therefore had a surname different from ours, so we (as the first to have children) decided to use “Grandma Sheila.”

    And there are preferences, of course: my wife’s father wanted to be called “Pop,” leading to the morning (true story) I arrived in Minnesota, really really jag-lagged and walked into a convenience store and somebody walked up to the counter and said “Pop?” and for a brief moment I wondered what the hell my father-in-law was doing there.

    (In my defense, it was the first time I’d been anyplace where soda was called “pop”)

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