All a matter of perspective.
You won’t believe #4!
Boise Ed sends this one in: “The background is that Florence is a dog who was uplifted to human-level intelligence with walking and talking capability. She now interacts with people pretty much like any other human of a different origin. I thought the “two left feet” line was delightful.”
Dirk the Daring sends in this LOL (and Geezer alert):
JMcAndrew sends this one in: “This one has me completely baffled. I guess this clown is filling up a plate with food before he intentionally slips on the banana peel and falls into the open grave? But Why?”
This is part of a set of cartoons by Edward Steed, with the title of Philosophy Illustrated: A Picture Book of Philosophical Terms. So, it’s intended as a humorous take on the philosophical concept of free will.
I must admit that I (ZBicyclist) find more than this one confusing.
On a lighter philosophical note: (these are not CIDUs)
I love the phrase “house camping”. It’s a good description of trying to work around a serious remodeling project.
In that column on the left, there is a Suggest-a-CIDU form. If you see something that particularly puzzles you, let us help by sending it in.
Okay, what does this collection of sort-of-household objects represent? What is their connection to the inset cartoon panel at the bottom, and what’s the joke?
I had a clearly incorrect idea to begin with, that these are the functions which have been supplanted by use of a phone, and thus an indication of how severely she is restricted until her phone is operational again. But no; there really can’t be a hammer-and-saw app that actually cuts wood or pounds nails.
And while we’re looking at it, how accurate is Bub’s memory-definition?
POSSIBLE SPOILER.
In the GoComics comments, there is a pretty plausible suggestion for one of our questions: The objects are things that go on working, without needing an update. IMO imperfect but pretty good — as explaining the selection, even if not the joke.
Sorry to say our neighborhood Office Despot has closed. They were good for emergency computer cables.
The NUFFNI-DON is close enough to NUFFIN-DOIN to work as an utterance.
As always — but it needs saying explicitly again now and then — we like to think of this as a reader-participation site, and not just for your invaluable (or anyhow amusing) comments, but for suggestions of comics to run and discuss.
Please share your specific suggestions of panels or strips, in CIDU, LOL, and OY categories, either by direct email to
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Obligatory pedantic note: I still don’t like to see “invite” as a noun in place of “invitation”!
Betty’s son asks a question, and sure enough farther down my GoComics feed, I find the answer in Big Nate: First Class!
We almost put this Other Coast in tomorrow’s Mothers’ Day collection.
This one probably was the basis for the “word play in general” category.
Sent in by >>Boy-see Ed<<, who says “This one suits me to a tea”.
Sad, sad end!
P.S. Who would be customers here, you ask?
OK, pay attention because there might be a quiz on this!
First off, Phil Smith III sent in this Brewster Rockit as a CIDU. “I was OK until the last panel,” he writes, “and have NO idea what it’s supposed to mean?!”
And I couldn’t make sense of the last panel as a punch line, either.
Meanwhile, DanV sent in both the above Brewster Rockit and the Betty below as a synchronicity pair.
“Two different ways of experiencing the same situation,” writes DanV, “I confess I’ve had both of these things happen to me. :) Not a laugh out loud, more of a rueful chuckle.”
What could he mean, I wondered; how are these the same joke? Oh wait, aha! The Brewster joke is not in the final panel, but the penultimate. Oldbot and, uh, Bub have done the parallel sort of oblivious overlooking.
That leaves the final panel of Brewster unexplained. Well, which Monday does he mean? Is he making it sooner or later? I don’t know, and I’m even more tired of writing this than you are of reading it…
Twenty years ago, when I was visiting my brother’s family in California, we were in a park and he used his cell phone (I didn’t even have a cell phone at the time) to call a local pizza place to have them deliver it to us there. It was an odd request, because they delivered to homes, but they agreed to do it and my brother gave the guy a nice tip.
And now welcome to 2019, when even having speaking to a human being to place your park food order seems retro.
