
Inaccurate on so many levels!



Inaccurate on so many levels!


Tomorrow is our 50th wedding anniversary, so indulge your editor.

I clipped this cartoon out of The New Yorker many years ago, and it hung in my home office. I recommend it as good marital advice.

From The New Yorker in December, 1975, back when a stack of back print issues of that magazine sat in the corner of our apartment. Just a bit of a CIDU.



Meanwhile, there a bit more comedy left over from Thanksgiving.

Boise Ed sends this in: “Another good reason to get a smaller turkey next time.”


Boise Ed sends this in: “This strip takes place on a space station. Florence (on the left) is a canine who has been given human-level intelligence. Her human co-worker’s advice is so right!”

Mitch4 sends this in: “Not strictly speaking a pun, but based on verbal ambiguity and misunderstanding.”


One of the copyist errors in the New Testament?
Similarly:



Darren throws us a nice compliment: “I consider CIDU our humor professional!
I guess there is a minor question of the text. Best I can do is:
“And this is why you never ever invest in a platypus””



Did I post this before? I thought I had, but it was still in my “to be posted” folder, and I can’t find it in recent posts. If you saw it before, you’re now seeing it again!





Some are obscure enough to be CIDUs.

This is from 1985, but it’s Orwellian theme is even more relevant today.




By one definition, “4th wall comic refers to a comic book where characters become aware of their own fictional existence and address the audience directly. This concept, known as the Fourth Wall, separates the characters from the readers, allowing them to comment on the narrative and its limitations.” By that definition, not all of these fit. In some of these, it’s that the cartoonist lets us acknowledge the cartoonist’s existence, while the characters remain unaware. Is there a separate term that should be used for that?









This is obviously a reference to the recent jewel theft at the Louvre, but in fact the Mona Lisa was the subject of a famous theft. From Wikipedia:
“The painting’s global fame and popularity partly stem from its 1911 theft by Vincenzo Peruggia, who attributed his actions to Italian patriotism—a belief it should belong to Italy. The theft and subsequent recovery in 1914 generated unprecedented publicity for an art theft, and led to the publication of many cultural depictions such as the 1915 opera Mona Lisa, two early 1930s films (The Theft of the Mona Lisa and Arsène Lupin), and the song “Mona Lisa” recorded by Nat King Cole—one of the most successful songs of the 1950s.”
I was lucky enough to visit the Louvre about 10 years ago with a friend from high school who was a professor of art at a midwestern university. On the way in, I asked him if we should get the audio tour. His response was something along the lines of “We don’t need no stinkin’ audio tour”. As we proceeded through the galleries I got educated painting by painting by my friend. There are, of course, many, many masterpieces in the Louvre. The only gallery that was really crowded – overcrowded, really – on that rainy January day was the gallery housing the Mona Lisa. We ducked in and out just to say we’d seen it.

Boise Ed sends this in: “I get how breaking up can make one feel insignificant, but why are they still sitting together five minutes later, and why is she still making small talk?”





Nice to see a comic with heart.
