I came across this while searching for something else. There are, of course, shards of CIDU scattered throughout the Internet.
I still don’t get it, but I suppose I’ll just have to settle for “women in comic strips are really nutty, am I right?”
I came across this while searching for something else. There are, of course, shards of CIDU scattered throughout the Internet.
I still don’t get it, but I suppose I’ll just have to settle for “women in comic strips are really nutty, am I right?”

Seriously, unless they’re publishing reruns this week, this should have gone live more than nine years ago.
And if it is a rerun, I’ll repeat what I’ve said before (my own rerun): syndicates should respect their comic strips enough to pay somebody a few bucks to sift through old comics scheduled for repeat and pull out the ones that are either outdated or otherwise no longer appropriate.
Another idea: cartoonists can place some sort of “do not rerun this strip” notation in the margins of strips they know won’t be relevant ten years in the future (such as the many memorials for Anthony Bourdain).
So… my wife and I were having a bite to eat in a diner in the city, and the 1986 RUN-DMC/Aerosmith collaboration of “Walk This Way” started playing over the speakers. Neither of us had heard it in years, if not decades, and we discussed how the song brought RUN-DMC to the mainstream and brought Aerosmith back from semi-obscurity.
Then on to the theatre for Bill Irwin’s one-man show about Samuel Beckett. Midway through, seemingly out of nowhere, he says that even he needs a break from Beckett sometimes, and the public address system begins to play…
This past week saw CIDU’s highest weekly traffic ever, including the week of this year’s 24-Hour Project (though that was the busiest single day).
Well, not exactly lost, but I will be home late, and therefore Sunday’s LOL page will be posted late.
Please entertain one another until I get back.
Nie mój cyrk, nie moje malpy

By the time you grow up, copy-editors will be harder to find than pagers.
On the upside, though, reader expectations will be low enough that it won’t matter.
Idaho Idiot Bill Bickel. This is new.
While at the same time just more of the same. Seriously, how does every Bill Bickel in the country think he has my email address? I’m not even sure whether this makes five or six, that’s how bad it’s gotten.
I just got three apparently-important e-mails regarding his upcoming medical procedure, and I have no way of forwarding them to him.

Actually…
This might not be as far-fetched as Mr. McPherson thinks: when we were house-hunting some years back we came across a house whose fan, while not quite as large as this one, was powerful enough that it literally knocked my wife off her feet. The sort of thing you’d expect in a factory or something.
I don’t want to think about what the electric bill must have been for that house, but I’m pretty sure they never had to dust anything.

Seriously, they’re like full-body bibs