From Le Vieux Lapin:

And still from Le Vieux Lapin, and for that matter still about bees:

Le Vieux Lapin still on a roll!








An Ewww-LOL from Reality Check:

From Le Vieux Lapin:

And still from Le Vieux Lapin, and for that matter still about bees:

Le Vieux Lapin still on a roll!








An Ewww-LOL from Reality Check:

No, we’re not going to call this a synchronicity — there’s nothing surprising about seeing two Thanksgiving cartoons on Thanksgiving. But seeing both taking on the idea of special diets and restrictions is a nice pairing.

(I’m tagging The New Yorker though not sure that’s where the Roz Chast appeared.)

She didn’t save a place for the dog!

H/t to Professor Ceiling Cat (Emeritus) for including this 2003 Off The Mark in last Tuesday’s Why Evolution Is True blog.

A sad-LOL in this The Far Side. (Remote-linked, not copied nor embed-linked.)


And another Bliss. This maybe should have counted as a CIDU, if there’s much doubt what his special message would be …


Yet Another Ewww-LOL from Kliban:




Nice twist, maybe LOL-worthy? It takes the over-familiar observational-humor point “fitted sheets are hard to handle” but adds a factor which is gonna interfere with anything at all he tries to do.


I guess the premise is mostly “analogy”.




Side detail – while Elephant has a laptop like everybody else, Clown has a horn.






What I mean by “second-order synchronicity” is that Arthur was struck by two different synchro pairs on the same day.
“Barney & Clyde matches with MGG:”


“And Close To Home matches with Off the Mark:”


“Neither are exact matches, but both immediately caught my eye.”
Frequent CIDU contributor Ooten Aboot (aka “Canadian Raising Is Real”) sent for our enjoyment news of The New Yorker working to out-do themselves with a variant on their widely-beloved Caption Contest. It’s a series of drawings, mostly by their cartoon artists, and mostly lacking captions, presented online as a “Daily Shouts” humor feature.
The intro write-up, by Dahlia Gallin Ramirez, goes like this:
Once a year, a team of demons at The New Yorker provides “cartoons” in need of captions. You, the readers—so full of hope, so charmingly mortal—upset yourselves trying to think of jokes. There are no submissions, no finalists, and no votes, but there are winners: the evil beings who created these uncaptionable images. Good luck!
We can’t print here any pictures that are their current content, but here’s that link again!