A real puzzler from J-L:

A real puzzler from J-L:


But anyhow, this little story has the structure of a Turnabout or maybe Topper trope. (Thorne Smith allusions entirely accidental!) Blondie looks shocked in the last panel, as though the mom’s substitution of the iPad as the plaything is even more of a shocking violation than the phone was. But is that so? Or is the mom’s “reasoning” sort of correct, and there is a greater likelihood of the child being able to make some use of a tablet than of a smartphone?





This was a momentary CIDU, for want of a comma. Sent by Boise Ed. Ed did some research on our behalf and reports “If you look in the [GoComics] comments, you’ll see that it caught Mark Parisi by surprise.”

And a longer-puzzling CIDU-oy: I still can’t figure out the intended real-life musical pair being referred to. (Searching got me to an article mentioning opera director Robert Carsen and “superstar soprano Renée Fleming” — but the characters in the cartoon are not doing opera.)

Can the “not funny anymore” assertion work to make it funny anyway?
Is the anymore substituting for Poe’s nevermore funny, or just pleasingly clever?
(Presenting both versions, in case color makes any difference to those.)


Mike du Jour is trying — trying for a week to make a workable pun about operations at the symphony. Can you find one you like?






Idea! Maybe it was meant as a “Can you spot the differences?” puzzle. There aren’t many…

Did the chaplain walk into a pole, and is cursing? Those look more like pain symbols. Or is he known for complaining, and the moment of uplift (hah!) was an interruption of a usually dismal demeanor? But that’s not my impression of him. Still, is there any other good interpretation of the ‘parentheses’ remark?

Is this realistic? Something “fun” to look forward to in old age? I get that it would be harder to jog quickly, but why would it be even slower than walking?



This isn’t a CIDU, but: does this resonate with anyone? Or make sense for anyone you know in the 21st century? The idea that you’d need to keep it secret from your spouse that you spent some time with a member of the opposite gender seems really, really, really outdated.
I think my wife would be interested to find out that I met her doppelganger.
Also, a separate question for golfers: Do golf courses really just pair you up with random other golfers? Why? Or is this just a plot device?