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.
The person in panel 1 is Mildred’s mother, IIRC. Otherwise, it’s a bit of a muddle. Who would ever say such a thing? Panel 4 is no help.
Prediction is hard, especially about the future.
In honor of what would have been CIDU Bill‘s 70th birthday, here are a pair of comics that he would never have understood:
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P.S. When I first discovered this strip, I thought that the “60” in the first frame might be a wonderful, serendipitous coincidence, but alas, my math was off by a decade.
From Dirk the Daring, an Oddly Enough:
Dirk comments, “Rooollll a another one….I think maybe I get it. Does he want a dog that can sniff out where to buy his next bag of dope? I dunno, maybe I’m just slow. Or I’ve taken too many hits myself.”
I’m thinking “Where to buy” or maybe just to find weed that he’s forgotten about in his apartment? Cop’s hat says NYPD and I’m told that dispensaries are on every block there (mostly unlicensed), so I don’t think he should need help finding one. And Tomlinson lives in New York, so it’s not like he’d be unaware. ‘Tis a mystery!
Lots more Oddly Enough at https://www.instagram.com/vaughantomlinson/ !
JMcAndrew sends this in: “I’m not buying that Uncle Sam would be endorsing a food of German origin as his favorite meat.
Samuel Wilson was a meat packer from Troy, New York, who supplied barrels of beef to the U.S. Army during the War of 1812.
If anything this should be an anthropomorphic barrel of beef or pork.”
This hearkens back to that old GM ad slogan: “Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie, and Chevrolet”, all of which have become less common than when that slogan was introduced in 1974.
Still, the hot dog is iconic, and certainly easier to make anthropormorphic:
As a kid in the back seat, I used to look up after seeing “Watch for Falling Rock” signs to see if there were rocks falling. This, of course, was futile. Drivers on curvy mountain roads should be looking at the road, and looking for fallen rocks, not staring up at the bluff on the off-chance that there’s a boulder coming down right at this very second. Most, but not all, signs I see on the highway now say fallen, not falling.
Mark H. sends this in as a fourth wall breaker, and wonders: “Do cartoon characters count in base eight?”
This reflects recent events in Jef Mallett’s life.
He posted: “for those more curious than squeamish, I landed on my knee lightly (leaving not even the slightest strawberry of an abrasion) but with apparent diamond-cutter precision and sheared off my lateral epicondyle, which is that big knob at the end of the femur so the bone can become part of the knee and so cartoonists can draw the bone. It was reattached with five screws (for reference, visit the Home Depot and wander the deck hardware aisle), followed by eight weeks on crutches. Followed by a lot of physical therapy and a lot more patience. It’s all going very well, thank you, and it’s way too early to wonder about what I might be able to do a year or five from now. But I was fortunate enough to be fairly fit going into this, and very fortunate to land the surgeon I did. And fortunate/unfortunate enough to already be quite familiar with a terrific PT clinic. Onward. And already without a noticeable limp.”
I ate with some friends at a new Indian restaurant. One friend, unfamiliar with Indian cuisine, asked what paneer was. I described it as “the tofu of cheeses”.
It’s interesting that the white character in this comic from 1976 is named Nate. Much later, Nate Bargatze will have a similar theme in this now well-known SNL skit:
On a serious note, it is always worth pondering the end of Abraham Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Speech:
“With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.”
Cristiano sends this in: “Honestly, with this one, I’m at a loss. I think I’m missing some contest… is this guy a criminal? A spy? A perv? What is he doing in the bushes at night? Why does he have a radio? What the hell is happening? What do you think?”
Also, can anyone provide sourcing info? Google Image Search didn’t find this one.
Mitch4 wonders, “There must be some simple fact related, maybe ‘Wellness’ stuff?”
I know I’m stumped!
Comics I Don't Understand 