From Dirk the Daring:
Meow? It’s a New Yorker cartoon so, you know…Nonetheless, what?

From Dirk the Daring:
Meow? It’s a New Yorker cartoon so, you know…Nonetheless, what?


This worked for Jeremy’s older brother Chad, who hasn’t had an on-panel appearance since 2006 (although occasionally mentioned). I think Chad is in the Marines, though.


Mark H. sends this in:

National Snail Day is May 29, a day is dedicated to appreciating snails and their importance in the ecosystem.





A trainee?










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.






Scammers coming door to door – how quaint! How many scams are in your spam e-mail folder at this very minute?
Prescient!


A CIDU for me.

How not to ace your job interview at Nestle, Danone, Reckitt, Abbott, HiPP, or Kraft Heinz.
Another CIDU for me

Chemgal sends this in:

Kedamono sends in this questionable sculptural decision — which, luckily, the Egyptians did not make.

Mark Parisi posted: “It had to be done. (On my Patreon page I drew the view from the other side. I then sent that to my editor asking if it was too much to be published in daily newspapers. He suggested it could be newspaper-friendly if it was shown from the other side. Smart.)”
Actual back of the Sphinx:





Kedamono sends in this one: “I can’t decide if this one is a LOL or an OY. Still, there is something graceful in synchronized garbage tossing.”
Not really that much of an Ewww, but seemed close enough to one to put it here.
And another from Mark Parisi:



The Berrys, by Walt Ditzen: April 7, 1944. While filling in for Carl Grubert during World War Two, Walt Ditzen grew increasingly tired of drawing the elaborate lamp in the Berry bedroom. This strip was his solution. (Source: Mort Walker’s Backstage at the Strips: 1975).
One of my favorite Cul de Sac comics:


Not really an LOL, but was this a real thing?


Happy Easter! / Happy Passover!

We all have one relative like that … or maybe we are that one relative.









Can’t I just use facial recognition?
Meanwhile, over in Gasoline Alley, Walt (who must be somewhere north of 115 years old) is having a dream and discovers you can’t even get into hell without proper credentials.
