Mark H. sends in this censible comic: “This one is just a specimen of five days worth of penny / money puns. 6/17-6/21 could all appear as a single “Oy” section.
I wouldn’t change a thing…”
Mitch4 sends this in: “Quite a bit of phonological compression required, but despite not looking much alike, I can buy it that “Namaste” is a good sound substitute for “Nah, Imma stay” (where “Imma” in turn is a contemporary short form for “I’m gonna”).”
Membership is in creasing.
Boise Ed sends this in: “Is there a joke here?”
If this was a storyline comic, I would think this was just a setup day for more hilarity in the days following. But that isn’t the way this strip works.
Mitch4 sends this in: “I can think of a couple ways a punch line to this situation could play out, but the final panel doesn’t really seem to be illustrating either.
Maybe she’s upset because, as she predicted and the husband said was unlikely, everybody else is already well-tanned. But I don’t see that. The big red exclam would indeed represent her fuming, but we don’t see a bunch of tanned people — just a couple darker-skinned kids among paler ones, and none of them up close or large.
Or maybe the husband is acting-out her (hyperbolically stated) fear that everybody will “have to shield their eyes from the glare” . If that’s supposed to be it, he would be indulging in a mean sort of teasing, and that isn’t usually the dynamic of this couple. And his wincing/squinting seems to be drawn as genuine, which maybe would be from the white pages of his book?”
Due to one editor being on vacation this week, we’re going to imitate the comics by repeating some classics. This one is from June 2018, by Bill
B.A.: Okay, so… a comic about the future that uses what’s already a Geezer reference (Blockbuster/VHS tapes). But I still don’t understand what the joke’s supposed to be.
Though the Cow pinch-hitting for the Squirrel does give us a passable “Oy”.
Boise Ed sends this in: “For years, the doctor has been on Ed’s (no relation) case about his weight. Nothing to do with me, no sir.”
Alt-text: If you think curiosity without rigor is bad, you should see rigor without curiosity.
chemgal sends this in: “For those unfamiliar with the strip, it’s worth noting that she is the mother of the young streaker, and the coach chasing him is his dad. Her very chill attitude contrasting the wide-eyed stared of the other spectators is what made me laugh.”
A couple of movie-related OYs
JMcAndrew sends this in: “IMDB and Rotten Tomatoes have no results for anything called “The Immortal Weekend”. Does Brutus think this is a pornographic movie?”
Maybe just hoping.
Now some food-related:
On group bike rides, you call out a hazard as a courtesy to the riders behind you so they don’t hit it. So, you might call out “road kill” or “squirrel” or “skunk” … or “lunch”.
JMcAndrew sends this in: “Did someone spike it with LSD? Probably should call 911 if all these people were exposed and exhibiting symptoms.”
JMcAndrew surfaced these Beetle Bailey comics with somewhat the same girlie calendar.
“I’ve seen hundreds of Miss Buxley being sexually harassed comics. I’m still surprised that the syndicate let Mort Walker put fully naked woman in the strip.”
Of course, a calendar is pretty useless for telling you if this is Wednesday or Thursday. But he’s just looking for an excuse.
The others JMcAndrew sent in show that same calendar post, but with strategic additions:
It’s curious that the number of days in a week vary across the calendars.
This type of calendar used to be a common site; it seemed every gas station had one hung up. I can’t remember the last time I saw one hung up.
And here’s today’s vocabulary lesson:
JMcAndrew wonders: “Are they watching a cooking show where they make Jello?”
Another repeat from June, 2018. A few years ago, I went to see a jazz concert. The leader / clarinet player was a friend. The bass player didn’t show up, so the leader asked us to imagine a bass line being played in the background. I told him this was a blatant appear to our bass-er instincts.
Dirk the Daring sends this in: “I had to go to the comment because I didn’t understand it, fortunately it seems to be explained there. The old phones I get, look at the date, but the “Ewww” didn’t make much sense.”
Cleats is in reruns; this comic appeared on July 4 some years ago.
