
Can take a second to fill in the backstory.






Now marking as a CIDU, for readers not familiar with the yips.

Can take a second to fill in the backstory.






Now marking as a CIDU, for readers not familiar with the yips.



Continuing the metaphor: orange traffic cones are like the Legos strewn around the floor for the enjoyment of our feet. Potholes are teenage acne. Tickets are tuition bills.
A little cross-strip banter –


Hey, I don’t care that it’s been debunked, we can still have jokes based on it!

A couple of exercise-themes LOLs.





Some comics with socks appeal:






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From the “Wisdom from the Funny Papers” Department. Sometimes a “cry for help” must be responded to with help. Sometimes when “they’re just doing that for attention” the humane response includes paying attention.
BTW, Maritsa Patrinos of the Six Chix now has her own separate strip, called Working Cats and appearing at Comics Kingdom.

I thought this was going to be about sentence-adverbs; but it was better than that. (Hopefully, everybody remembers what the controversies and pseudo-rules about sentence-adverbs were.)
No, I don’t see a joke here. But also I can’t say there’s supposed to be one, so it’s not really a CIDU. So let’s just take a minute to admire the artistry here. Such draughtsmanship! That ice-cliff shows us both distance and height, even while a whole surface is devoid of detail.


Nothing like a little expert post-game analysis to ease the pain of a sporting event hangover.







Isn’t the best ending to having a kidney stone to pass it? At least, better than not being able to pass it.
A few of the kidney stone comments on this comic:
“Better pass than fail”
“Well, well, well…Dylan wasn’t right! NOT “Everybody Must Get Stoned””
“Medical students dread the test on kidney stones. It’s the hardest one to pass.”
“Man walks into a bar. Bartender “Do you want to enter our drawing? We’re giving away a set of kidney stones.” Man responds “Nah, I’ll pass””
While we’re on the topic: (not a CIDU)







But we’re not done with Tom Falco! (BTW, 305 is the area code for Miami, where he is based.)



It’s Halloween! It’s one of the set of similar days with very different tones: There’s the Day of the Dead, with reverence for the departed. There’s Halloween, where in theory the evil spirits have power, but has evolved into a chance to meet the neighbor kids, if only briefly. There’s All Saints Day on November 1, a day of celebration. Following that, on November 2, is All Souls Day, which I remember in particular for that scary sequence in the old Latin liturgy:
O wrath, O day of mourning,
O hear the fateful prophet’s warning,
Heaven and earth in ashes burning. …
When the Judge his seat attaineth,
And each hidden deed arraigneth,
Nothing unavenged remaineth.
What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding,
When the just are mercy needing? …
The general tone is aptly captured in Verdi’s or Mozart’s Dies Irae, from their Requiem Masses.
Of course, you might also mistranslate “Dies Irae” as “Day of the Iras”, and listen to Ira Glass’s This American Life, or some of those great songs from George and Ira Gershwin. Or not.










How did that #$%%^^&* pup Ernie get in here? Does he think he’s a squirrel?
