by CIDU Bill

Santa and the Enormous Breast [Crimeweek, OT-ish]

Okay, so…

A question came up which is both comics-related and politics-related. Politics are banned here — but earlier this year I was thinking about resurrecting my Crimeweek site, and even put together a preliminary version of it, so I thought I’d try throwing the question over there to keep it separate from CIDU.

Which of course had been one of the functions of the Crimeweek page in years past.

Anyway, that’s the Santa part.

I noticed I also had a partly-written “first entry” there, so I turned the notes into something coherent and left that in place as well. For those of you not interested in Santa.

I have no idea whether I’ll keep the Crimeweek site going: if I do, it will share some content with the Facebook CJA/Crimeweek group, but also contain the occasional longer article.

Or not. Who knows? The beginning of the year is a time to try new things, and in 2019 I won’t be spending all my free time resurrecting the CIDU site.

(Of course that’s what I thought about 2018)

The new Crimeweek site, which will probably take the old crimeweek.com address if it stays around, is currently at https://ciducrimeweek.wordpress.com/.

 

by CIDU Bill

Exactly how was the customer supposed to have prepared himself for this?

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Granted, he could have waited a week before returning his item, but that doesn’t qualify as “being prepared for this.” The store, on the other hand, knows from experience that lines will be long on December 26. Granted, all the preparation in the world wouldn’t eliminate lines on December 26; but again, not the point.

Grumbels and Marla are Amazon’s greatest friends.

by CIDU Bill

Comic Strips

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When I was this kid’s age, shortly after I came home from school (after walking barefoot in the snow, uphill both ways, even in the summer), the afternoon paper showed up containing about a dozen comics. All second- or third-tier comics, because I lived just outside of New York City and the City papers between them had exclusive regional rights to everything worth reading. Our top strip was, I think, Tiger. Once a week, in the Sunday News, I’d get to see comics the rest of the world had heard of.

Peanuts? B.C.? A few times a year when I went into the City with my father and we picked up the New York Post. And during the summer, when we stayed in an area where an out-of-town edition of the Post was delivered.

So even if the newspapers from his grandfather’s childhood contained more comics strips than they do now — which might or might not be the case (and assuming the kid actually reads newspapers) — this is the Golden Age for “number of comic strips”: 8-year-old me literally had no access to Dick Tracy during the week, while he can choose among hundreds if not thousands of comic strips on a daily basis.

EDITED TO ADD: Come to think of it, “And before we knew it, that was all” needs the CIDU tag.