The fun part of this one is figuring out what real cereals Nathan Pyle is referring to:
I had dessicated grape chaff for breakfast this morning.
I may have the citation wrong here. This is a comic that resurfaced among the ones I’ve saved over the years, but this one was saved without citation, and may not be from Bug Martini.
How cartoonists at a convention decide what bar to go to.
July, 1931. The Great Depression is in full swing. Still over a year until the 1932 election. The New Yorker has always had a subscriber base with a richer demographic than average, but these cartoons from the 7/4/31 and 7/11/31 don’t show much awareness of the Great Depression.
Another ping-pong related cartoon. Was there a ping-pong boom in 1931?
What is that device?
The distance from Troy (near modern Çanakkale, Turkey) to Ithaca is a bit over 600 miles. At a rowing speed of 4 to 5 knots, that’s not a terribly long journey, without the involvement of the gods.
If we went from Troy, New York to Ithaca, New York by water (Erie Canal, then portage to Seneca Lake) it would be about 250 miles — shorter, but the same order of magnitude.
One person decided to use the modern Turkish city and make up alternative lyrics to City of New Orleans.
I just finished re-reading the Odyssey. I used the Samuel Butler translation, which is prose and emphasized the story more easily because it abandons any attempt at poetry. I’m also cheap: it’s available for free at Project Gutenberg.
Yesterday, I saw the movie, which didn’t disappoint. Highly recommended. Of course, there are many plot points which diverge from Homer, but overall I think that improves the flow — especially the ending.
There’s limited continuity expected in a gag strip, particularly between Sunday and the rest of the week, but there’s an interesting contrast between the Sunday strip and the Monday strip here: (7/12 and 7/13)
Reminds me a bit of that meme where you are supposed to punctuate this sentence:
Woman without her man is nothing.
Are trust falls still a thing in workshops? I do remember one time when the person doing the catching was surprised when the person fell sooner than they anticipated, and they both hit the ground. Luckily, the damage was limited to bruises and future teasing.
Mitch4 sends this in:
My favorite are the historical markers that talk about towns that WERE there at one point, but there is no current sign of the town. Nothing to see here, folks!
Mitch4 sends this in:
Mitch4 sends in the LOL (and Geezer Alert):
From 1954.
Usual John sends this in:
This appeared yesterday, so that makes today Ice Cream Day. I plan to celebrate!
Mitch4 sends this in: “Somewhat disappointing that at the end he seems to give up at disguising the names when he just outright names the presidential libraries.”
I’m missing whatever’s hidden in “I’m just saying I’m going to forbid encampment anyways ’til this is done.” The phrasing seems Taylor-made for having some president hiding.
Mitch4 sends this in: “A spelling-based pun, with the extra step that a ringing telephone doesn’t actually emit the word “RING”.”
Yes, it’s still hot here in Editorland. But the big problem is smoke, and the Air Quality Index (AQI) not the heat index (although it’s still hot). I cancelled a bike ride I was supposed to lead yesterday when the AQI got over 200 — very unhealthy — and the visibility was limited by smoke. But I had no idea how much worse it was going to get.
At 2:39 p.m. it looked as though the scale was near a maximum. It looks like it maxes out at 600 from the scale shown. I’d never seen it anywhere near this high.
But as it turns out, it could get even higher:
Luckily, I could shut all the windows, turn on the air purifier and AC, and chill out. Otherwise, I’d need to hunt up my leftover N95 masks.
The cartoonists at the New Yorker were quick to post on this issue:
Mark H. sends this in: “If there’s actually a wall at all.”
