I volunteer as a tax preparer, and Illinois requires information off the driver’s license or state ID in order to process the return. One of these information items is the weight shown. That’s used to match with the information the state has, to control identity theft.
But it’s pretty obvious from comparing what’s on the license with what I see in front of me that the state makes little attempt to confirm the information given.
Arlo award winner.
A few very nerdy April Fools’ Day comics.
billr sends this in: “Is ARLO still a category?”
Excellent question for discussion! Societal norms have changed a bit; I note the increased presence of gratuitous @#$% and $%^& ) in casual speech (with the words, not the @##$ euphemism, in a way that would have had the nuns kick me out of school until I brought my parents and begged for reinstatement. Similarly, as comic strips have depended less on newspapers and more on other outlets, implied or implicit Arlo material seems to have become much more common.
Sometime back, we awarded 9 Chickweed Lane a permanent ARLO award, which it richly deserves. But then, is Brooke McEldowney really sneaking over anything on anybody? Or has his syndicate just decided it’s a popular strip that’s making us money, so let’s let him do soft porn?
So, the ARLO category hasn’t been abolished, but I (editor zbicyclist) haven’t been tagging things as ARLO much.
In this case, Pam and Fred could have been inebriated co-workers discussing other co-workers in disparaging terms — and including the big bosses in their disparagement. But probably not.
Here’s another example from Sally Forth, a strip with began in the simpler (for comics) times of 1982.
I’d be interested on what others think.
Mark H. sends these in:
Chemgal sends this in: “Having not read the book nor seen the movie, this is a CIDU for me.”
Some examples of cartoonists taking it easy on Labor Day. That’s not accurate, of course, because these comics would have been drawn some days ago.
Nancy steals from the future.
Arlo and Janis hearken back to an older Nancy comic:
Tank McNamara could just put new dialogue into the radio show form he often uses.
Gasoline Alley often just closes down.
A few days ago, your editor, riding his bike in a bike lane, was right hooked. Both my bicycle and his car had the green light; I’m going straight and his car came up from behind and turned right; luckily I only made contact with the side of his car and was unhurt except for some bruising when I hit the street. The driver said he saw me, but assumed I would stop at the green light because the pedestrian signal said “wait”! My adrenalin was already going wild from the accident and this statement failed to calm me down.
But that’s not the punchline here. While we were waiting for the police, I noticed his car had a temporary license plate. I asked it if was a new car. It was; his previous car had been totaled because he’d been in a t-bone accident the week before.
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