Kneel indeed

Must be something there?!

Not to be confused with this classic:

That one especially made me laugh way back when it ran because 30+ years ago in a small, struggling software company, we hired a new business development guy named Neil. He was surely told a pack o’ lies about the opportunity, and came in full of attitude about his importance.

At the time, the latest processors were Pentiums, and laptops were relatively rare. I had inherited IT and our one IT worker-bee, who dutifully got him a 32MB Pentium laptop. After delivering it, my guy dropped by to comment that Neil had been dismissive of the machine “only” having 32MB. So I wandered down to his office and introduced myself. In the process, I noticed that there was still a tower PC under his desk–one of our workhorse 4MB 486 machines.

“Shall I get that out of here?” I asked. “Sure”, Neil replied scornfully, “It’s not it’s good for anything.”

“Around here, that’s a developer machine.” ” Yeah, right.”

“Neil–I’m not kidding.”

He never complained about his laptop again! He actually turned out to be an OK guy once he got over his original attitude, but the name “Neil” has made me snicker slightly ever since.

Saturday Morning OYs – August 9, 2025




Not really an OY, not really LOL, and not a synchronicity, but this week evil squirrels have had their day in the comics.

One of my neighbors feeds the squirrels, and will come out and chase hawks away to protect her precious squirrels — at the same time I’d hired an animal control firm to get rid of the ones that have found their way into the condo’s attic. Cute or vermin? As the realtors say, “Location, Location, Location”.


Sunday Funnies – LOLs, July 28th, 2024

Just a touch of CIDU perhaps…




CIDU note: So what was their plan? Or is it merely a non-coordination mixup. The usual TV story would be that they planned to go to town and do something wild.








Sunday Funnies – LOLs, July 07th, 2024



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!