Tag / The New Yorker

by zbicyclist

Philosophy Phriday, on a Monday

JMcAndrew sends this one in: “This one has me completely baffled. I guess this clown is filling up a plate with food before he intentionally slips on the banana peel and falls into the open grave? But Why?”

This is part of a set of cartoons by Edward Steed, with the title of Philosophy Illustrated: A Picture Book of Philosophical Terms. So, it’s intended as a humorous take on the philosophical concept of free will.

I must admit that I (ZBicyclist) find more than this one confusing.

On a lighter philosophical note: (these are not CIDUs)

by multipleciduers

Sunday Funnies – LOLs, December 29th, 2024 

Boise Ed suggested this venerable “For Better or for Worse” strip (from 1993), commenting: “This one really warmed the cockles of my heart (and I have no idea where that idiom came from).“

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P.S. Ed didn’t give it a category, he called it “just sweet“, so I’ve added an “Awww” tag.

The New York Times has a Flashback quiz, which asks you to place 8 historical events in chronological order. The New Yorker has now started Laugh Lines, in which you are asked to put some New Yorker cartoons in chronological order. Here’s one:

https://www.newyorker.com/puzzles-and-games-dept/laugh-lines/no-2

I haven’t tested to what extent these are available to non-subscribers. The cartoon version would seem impossible, but there’s usually a clue to some event (e.g. the word “Obama”).

This one popped up at the end when I finished:

And now a few more Christmas LOL’s / Awws:

Danny Boy send this cutie in: “The pets’ fondness for a “little pink sock” is a running trope. But then the pairing of sock/stocking is I guess “the joke””

And a few holiday entries:

by multipleciduers

Sunday Funnies – LOLs, December 8, 2024

Radio has certain requirements. Sports announcing, too. Dead air is the enemy. Some of the most painful examples to me are long bicycle races (4+ hours) that end in a sprint stage. So until the last kilometer, not much is going on if there’s no breakaway. But 4 hours must be filled with announcing, regardless. Particularly painful if there’s only one announcer, not two.

A quick look around my dwelling shows 6 books that I’m partway through but intend to finish, a couple of which I haven’t make any progress on in at least a year. (Not counting ones I don’t intend to finish, or haven’t started.) Should I invoke a statute of limitations on these 6?

The New Yorker has posted a page of the magazine’s cartoons which were most liked on Instagram.

This one pairs nicely with Parisi’s one above.