Saturday Morning Oys – June 11th, 2022

This took me a minute, as I don’t often use “home” for a physical house, the building.

For anyone not familiar with the comic, the character on the right, Lyndon, is a psychiatrist or therapist. So Freudian slips are like his stock in trade. But there is something funny in how this patient or client responds to the “Say again?” with an almost-repetition and not acknowledging he has made a correction.

An excellent OY that also had me at least chuckling out loud.

(But I have to confess I don’t know who the guy on the right is. I hope his identity wasn’t another part of the joke.)

Thanks to Rob for these next two OYs (and some hard-to-classify strips coming up elsewhere on the site):

I guess I’m wrong here — I would have said this doesn’t work unless he actually says “Heckuva” (variation possible for the c and/or k, but the v obligatory). But the crowd at GoComics seemed to take it in stride.

Time for some Andréa!






And a Sandal Synchronicity:

Saturday Morning Oys – June 4th, 2022

This Mother Goose and Grimm is analyzed at Arnold Zwicky’s blog.

I also posted this F-Minus, with remarks, in a comment on that same Zwicky blog entry.

Several selections contributed by Andréa coming up:

“I KNEW IMMEDIATELY WHO THIS WAS, EVEN BEFORE READING THE CAPTION . . . DOES THAT MAKE ME A GEEZER??”



Synchronicity–


This Bizarro from Andréa is also taken up under the Arnold Zwicky analytical microscope. I like his term “a Desert Crawl cartoon” for the main trope here.


“SYNCHRONICITY – ABOUT *NOT* LEARNING A LESSON . . .”


And one final OY contribution:

Saturday Morning Oys – May 14th, 2022 

An Oy from Andréa:

Oy by virtue of wordplay, broadly speaking

At Arnold Zwicky’s Blog he analyzes this and discusses previous comics uses of the same pun.

A trio-oy from Andréa:

But I have told my cats they are not truly brother and sisters. Even though I need to say “Now be nicer to your little sister!”



Saturday Morning Oys – April 30th, 2022

And that explains the smell of gas around here …

A pair sent from Andréa, which she hesitates between calling puns and just plays on words. I don’t know either, but they easily belong in the OYs collection.

Chemgal sent this in, and classifies it as an Oy, but avers that she did LOL at it too.

And a final item from Andréa:

Whenever confronted with people who like to insist that JFK’s  Ich bin ein Berliner meant that he was calling himself a pastry, I like to think of alternate stories where a President needs to reinforce our commitment to Denmark.

Saturday Morning Oys – April 16th, 2022 

I did literally LOL! But filing it with the OYs for the word play.

Okay, the oldest phonetic exchange on the books; but they do something new with it.
Now the rainman gave me two cures
Then he said, “Jump right in”
The one was Texas medicine
The other was just railroad gin
An’ like a fool I mixed them
An’ it strangled up my mind
An’ now people just get uglier
An’ I have no sense of time

Writing prompt: That’s a *winch*. Why is that a better pun than a *wrench* would have been?