Does this early Peanuts comic may provide Lucy the motivation for her endless football revenge on Charlie Brown?
Mitch4 sends this momentary CIDU in: “I was puzzled until learning that both “Mary Sue” and “plot armor” are fandom terminology.”
Hang on to your wallet, Auntie!
P. C. Vey died recently. The biography on his website notes ” He sold his first cartoon to The New Yorker in 1993 and has been a regular contributor since. His work has been published in Harvard Business Review, Barron’s, National Lampoon, Playboy, AARP Bulletin, The Boston Globe, The Wall Street Journal and The New York Times.”
But he also did quite a bit of work for Mad Magazine (list here). A curious omission. I am reminded of the ex-priests from my seminary days, some of whose obituaries fail to mention their decades as Catholic priests, an omission that seem clearly intentional from the other information included in their obituary. But Mad is certainly better known for fine comic humor than, say, Barron’s, and, in my opinion, nothing to ignore. But perhaps there’s more to this omission than I know.
This one would certainly have fit into Barron’s:
Tom Toro and Asher Perlman, fellow New Yorker cartoonists, posted some favorites as a tribute:
This one’s in the current issue of The New Yorker:
Mitch4 sends this in: “Well, the caption “Goldilocks and the Three Musketeers” is explicitly given. But not printed out for us, left for us to figure out, is that their hair fits her established pattern of “Too much, too little, just right”.”
The Trolley Problem continues to give humor:
“Luckily, the A.I. trolley will decide who to kill all on its own.”
Boise Ed notes: “Okay, so the deer isn’t going to be doing the driving, but it still made me laugh.”
Mitch4 sends this in:
I disagree. And on a similar note:
They’re calling it Fawlty Towers and getting John Cleese to speak at the dedication.
The fun part of this one is figuring out what real cereals Nathan Pyle is referring to:
I had dessicated grape chaff for breakfast this morning.
I may have the citation wrong here. This is a comic that resurfaced among the ones I’ve saved over the years, but this one was saved without citation, and may not be from Bug Martini.
July, 1931. The Great Depression is in full swing. Still over a year until the 1932 election. The New Yorker has always had a subscriber base with a richer demographic than average, but these cartoons from the 7/4/31 and 7/11/31 don’t show much awareness of the Great Depression.
Another ping-pong related cartoon. Was there a ping-pong boom in 1931?
What is that device?
The distance from Troy (near modern Çanakkale, Turkey) to Ithaca is a bit over 600 miles. At a rowing speed of 4 to 5 knots, that’s not a terribly long journey, without the involvement of the gods.
If we went from Troy, New York to Ithaca, New York by water (Erie Canal, then portage to Seneca Lake) it would be about 250 miles — shorter, but the same order of magnitude.
One person decided to use the modern Turkish city and make up alternative lyrics to City of New Orleans.
I just finished re-reading the Odyssey. I used the Samuel Butler translation, which is prose and emphasized the story more easily because it abandons any attempt at poetry. I’m also cheap: it’s available for free at Project Gutenberg.
Yesterday, I saw the movie, which didn’t disappoint. Highly recommended. Of course, there are many plot points which diverge from Homer, but overall I think that improves the flow — especially the ending.
Did I miss some subtle shift in the meaning of a period — which used to be the dullest of punctuation marks?
