The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for September 24, 2012

And none too soon…

Junior needs to change his angles. He’s out of shape,

I had a high school algebra teacher who was like that.

He did a complete 180.

He made a point.

I saw Paris, I saw fleas,I saw graft, I saw sleaze.

He probably taught Creationism too.

I saw his I-saw-sleaze triangle; it was good they got rid of him.

…and then he drew an empty birdcage – polygon.

Actually, niether one drew the right triangle.

Perfect, until the angle ‘measurements’ were added. Thankfully Scott is a cartoonist, rather than an engineer…

We get the points. He’s off on another tangent. It’s a sine of the times. “The sum of the squaws on the other two hides…” Etc…

Reminds me of when I was a kid and the doctor said I had acute gastritis, and I told him I didn’t think it was very cute…….

It really was the case that Mr. Armstrong’s approach to teaching geometry was jut too plane. It just wasn’t his area of expertise. As much as he tried, he could never come up with the right angle. What you see on the board is just one of many proofs.

That kid needs a protractor

Not really a story about an acute anything. However (true story), a few years back I was going for surgery. I had to fill out a questionnaire. My wife and my mother were with me and there were about five other people in the room.

I then piped up and said, loud enough for all to hear, “It’s asking if I ever had angina, of course not! I’ve always been a guy!”

My mother whispered, “behave”. Other than that, the whole room was silent. Not a response. I sat disappointed. A few minutes I was called into another room to continue my venture. Later my wife and my mother said that as soon as I was out of hearing range, the whole room cracked up laughing. Guess they were afraid to laugh while I was in there in case I was serious.

I saw Cilese; she wasn’t that cute.

That kind of math I can handle.

To Dave Hussell.I know how you feel. When they got you loaded on meds for surgery then begin to ask questions. I had major hernia surgery.(14 inches worth) (My insides were outside where they were suppose to be) I am sitting there loaded on painkillers and muscle relaxants and I hear a voice far away. They want me to sign this, have you ever had this. I just grinned. I was in happy place. Remember getting over onto the operation table looking at the clock. 730am. Later, fuzzy, unclear, looked at a clock 730. Hmmmmm. Did they do anything? The huge wad of bandages confirmed my suspicion. Yea they did. I was even clean shaven. Do not remember a minute of it. I wondered if they laughed.

To Dave Hussell. Hope you are all better now. Actually, they were NOT supposed to be gathering medical information / asking you to sign anything after you got those painkillers and medication. all that should have been done before doing that, when you were conscious.

oooppppssss! I meant to RW Barton

I like it.

To MaximilianGI got that one.

There was a “Grand Avenue” comic strip just like this.(from a while ago)