Dirk the Daring shares this, wondering “Is this just cluelessness or am I missing something? Is there an innuendo related to ‘get out’? And if there isn’t, there should be.”
The only comments so far on Comics Kingdom show equal bafflement, wondering where the “gynecologist” comment comes from. One commenter notes, “There’s oblivious, and then there’s Curtis Wilkins”, which I tend to agree with.
Folks, we’re thin on the ground with upcoming posts–please do share your CIDUs!
Is it possible for a comic to be able to be both CIDU & LOL? Because while I have less than no understanding of sailing ship rigging, (… which is likely part of the point of this… and several other … XKCD comics…) the hover text, where I don’t understand “yawl” or “ketch”, still had me LOL-ing: “I wanted to make the world’s fastest yawl, so I made the aft sail bigger, but apparently that means it’s not a yawl anymore! It’s a ketch-22.”
This really isn’t a CIDU, of course, but it’s a callback to the old joke, “How do I get to Carnegie Hall?” “Practice!”
Long, long ago–probably 1990 or earlier–I was at a gas station in Stewart, NY, filling a rental car before returning it. A civilian Jeep with two young, buff dudes pulled up and the one guy yelled, “Hey, buddy, do you know how to get to West Point?”
I briefly considered telling him, “Join the Army!” but then realized that there were decent odds that that would result in someone finding my body behind the building, so just told him “I’m afraid not, I’m not a local.”
Having grown up in southern Ontario, I knew it was a game sorta like hockey, so this is just a cheap pun. Wikipedia adds more detail, of course: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shinny
…which is interesting, because I played a lot of street hockey and never once heard it called “shinny”. Nor was raising the ball (never a puck!) forbidden, nor were teams chosen by throwing sticks into a pile. May be a regional thing. Body checking was indeed not part of the game, though of course it happened occasionally.
We’d get out there of a winter’s Saturday morning–the churchyard behind my parents’ house was ideal, except for all those cars on Sundays–and play until it got dark around 4, skipping lunch. Nothing quite like taking a frozen tennis ball to the ear after you’ve been outside in subzero temperatures for several hours: first you feel nothing, then it starts to itch, then burn.
From Ed Rush,, asking “Why would he need extra room to drink a cup of coffee-like substance?”
As someone who never learned to like coffee–when I lived in Canada I used to joke that I could never get my Canadian citizenship because I couldn’t even stand Coffee Crisp–I’m sure I don’t know either!
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