Just resting my eyes …

“It’s hard to know where to begin …” Actually, it’s easy to know where to begin: What species are being shown here? But then the not-understanding bifurcates into two paths.

If the equal overall sizes, and equal tail lengths, and similar footpad design, and similar whisker attachment, together mean they are the same kind of creature — which would have to be mice? — then is there a joke besides the domestic tradition of one family member nodding off upright in front of the tv, and the fillip of the disguising glasses?

But if the white belly pattern, and rounder head, mean that’s a cat on the left — despite the muse being the same size — does the mouse’s remark amount to a comment on why there is no cat-and-mouse fighting going on?

Anthropomorphic Mosquitoes

Dale sends in this one.

There’s a poor color choice — cartoon blood is always red!

There’s the fact that mosquitoes don’t overeat and burst. (“In simpler terms, when the ventral nerve cord is severed, a mosquito has no sense of being full. It will continue to consume blood until it quadruples its body weight, whereupon it explodes. So unless you or a friend have the capabilities of performing neurosurgery, you won’t be seeing a mosquito “explode” anytime soon.”)

Even if we allow latitude for cartoon science and mentally color the blood red, what’s the joke here? Is the name Corelli a clue?

Saturday Morning OYs – March Forth, 2023


In Chicago we have not exactly Ballet Parking but rather Poetry Parking, close to the Opera House, and with special packages for Opera parking and for Joffrey Ballet. And “ironically” (as the kids like to say) it is very much not valet parking — it is self-parking and their web site brags of “full automation”. As this signage illustrates, you will be aided in remembering what level you parked on by color-coding and iconography of different poets and poems.




Andréa sends these in. Is there an accent where “Potter” sounds like more like “Putter” than it does here in the midwestern U.S.?

This is a bit of deja vu. One of your editors (not saying which one, but their first initial is “z”) accidentally posted these to last week’s OY page, after that page had been published. Proper PUNishment will be forthcoming.

How about some breakfast Grawlix?

It’s All Here in Black and White

(in this case, CIDU stands for Coloring I Don’t Understand)

Kilby writes:

I have mentioned Macanudo’s gray scale problem at Arcamax several times:

It’s too early to be sure where this will go, but Liniers has started a story arc related to color loss:

So far, my favorite strip was on Tuesday, but Wednesday was good, too.

I am guarding my optimism, but nevertheless still hopeful that when their colors do return, the color will also return to the Sunday strips at Arcamax.


That first comic above in color, on ComicsKingdom: