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I’m assuming it’s an “Oddly Enough” but can’t prove that on the web.
Mitch4 sends this in: “OY because it’s a pun, CIDU because the specifics are obscure. “Impeccable” works as an OY because someone wearing a suit of armor can’t be pecked. But who is “Gertrude the Brahman” and does she wear armor and why the expression “knight suit”?”

BillR sends this without comment:

I sure hope someone has a clue, because I got nothin’.
As a bonus, he included this semi-synchronicity (“semi” because it’s apparently a repost), which I quite like. We’re not really doing synchronicity these days, but while I’m at it:


A few days ago, your editor, riding his bike in a bike lane, was right hooked. Both my bicycle and his car had the green light; I’m going straight and his car came up from behind and turned right; luckily I only made contact with the side of his car and was unhurt except for some bruising when I hit the street. The driver said he saw me, but assumed I would stop at the green light because the pedestrian signal said “wait”! My adrenalin was already going wild from the accident and this statement failed to calm me down.
But that’s not the punchline here. While we were waiting for the police, I noticed his car had a temporary license plate. I asked it if was a new car. It was; his previous car had been totaled because he’d been in a t-bone accident the week before.










Actually true, making allowances for that graph in panel 3 being simplified to fit.

But not that hard to figure out, so it’s not really a CIDU for an audience as clever as ours. Eventually it will be one of those phrases where the original meaning of the term becomes ever more obscure, e.g. “not worth a plug nickel”.
Here’s how it was done in 1943:
JMcAndrew ponders:
Does the military train soldiers with live grenades? How did they survive this? I’m starting to think that this comic isn’t very well thought out.

Which of course brings to mind the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch:
I’m betting I’m not the only one among us who has irritated their spouse by counting “One, two, five!” on occasion.