



Note the man on the right is a psychiatrist.

The blonde is, of course, his sister. Don’t forget to read the signage on the wall.






Note the man on the right is a psychiatrist.

The blonde is, of course, his sister. Don’t forget to read the signage on the wall.






This next one depends on remembering when Lars von Trier and friends declared the Dogme 95 principles for filmmaking. (And probably does not require remembering the Kevin Smith film Dogma.)


With this December 2011 Brevity, we’re getting a bit into OYs.







And we interrupt our parade of Oldies to drop in a Duffy Lug Nuts on the same theme from current GoComics publication:










Btw, the text means “Happy Birthday”

Some medical conditions are best approached gingerly.




Hit me again, dealer!



Oy-Ewww



Just in case anyone here had some doubt, “Himalayan” is indeed a recognized breed of cat. My mother had a cat named Hillary, and some people thought that name was in honor of a prominent American politician; but in fact he was a Himalayan cat, and named for Sir Edmund Hillary. Here is a picture of the breed:



Not really an OY, but then tax filings aren’t due until Tuesday, April 18.



Almost a pun failure, as it is arguable the joke of her equivocation is already well-cemented in panel 3 and then the clues in panel 4 are just a waste. But probably it is also arguable that many a reader would miss the gag in panel 3 and there is a definite need for panel 4 …

And this dampens my hope of someday understanding what “fugue state” is or is not related to.




Yes, it’s the same David Mamet better known as a playwright.


In Chicago we have not exactly Ballet Parking but rather Poetry Parking, close to the Opera House, and with special packages for Opera parking and for Joffrey Ballet. And “ironically” (as the kids like to say) it is very much not valet parking — it is self-parking and their web site brags of “full automation”. As this signage illustrates, you will be aided in remembering what level you parked on by color-coding and iconography of different poets and poems.





Andréa sends these in. Is there an accent where “Potter” sounds like more like “Putter” than it does here in the midwestern U.S.?
This is a bit of deja vu. One of your editors (not saying which one, but their first initial is “z”) accidentally posted these to last week’s OY page, after that page had been published. Proper PUNishment will be forthcoming.



How about some breakfast Grawlix?
