Bookseller at Barnes & Noble.
In many belief systems a deity is a sacrificial victim. Christianity, for one.
I’m pretty sure the potential thing that is being advanced above as making Vietnam look like a lingerie party is not something in this strip but something that might happen in the real world. Perhaps the storm after the calm. As in Mao’s dictum, “A revolution is not a dinner party.”
As of this posting, there are three or four comments about how long this story is taking, and the rest, four dozen or so, are all discussing the ongoing story as if the commenters were actually interested and enjoying the tale. I can imagine a reason or two for the impatience, which has been present at about the same level for as long as I’ve been following these comment forums. Where does this demand for instant gratification come from? I’m of the opinion that getting there is half the fun. Or more than half, in a story well told. I wonder if these are the same people who get half way through a book and then read the last chapter out of impatience for the end? There should be Cliff’s Notes for comic strips, I’m starting to think.
And I always thought the Lone Ranger was a fictional character.
My recollection is that Frank and Nancy were eager to return Mr. Gray’s great favor of helping them get the Fuse built and operating, that his modest request that they hire Leslie was asking a little for a lot that he had done for them. I can’t quote exactly, but he said something about Leslie needing the job and his having had a difficult life. Gray had accepted the responsibility of being his guardian and wanted to actually help steer him in the right direction. No, the whole mood and tone of that part of the story was well beyond “the only reason” being for Les to be able to pay back Ann. And the last time we saw Mr. Gray, he seemed gratified that Les was beginning to take some responsibility. He uncharacteristically complimented Les at that moment.
The expressiveness of Elvis’s eyebrow quirks is quite amazing.
As are the guest appearances of various fangs. I think the eyebrows deserve their own strip. That would be in the tradition of other minimalist comic strips like “Sawdust” and “The Invisible Tribe” and “The Angriest Dog in the World.”
Which is to say, absolutely not.
Lest you should desire to gourdge yourself on more….
What is a pumpkin’s favorite sport?
What’s a jack o’ lantern’s favorite movie?
How do you repair a broken jack o’ lantern?
Use a pumpkin patch!
Who helps little pumpkins cross the road safely?
The crossing gourd!
What do you call a little pumpkin who doesn’t listen to the crossing gourd?
Why didn’t the jack o’ lantern cross the road?
He didn’t have the guts!
The vegetables in the roadside stand looks like spectators in a stadium. Which made me think of a poem. Well, pretty much everything makes me think of some poem or other. But this being October and all, I thought this one worth citing here. It’s “Leaves” by Derek Mahon.
Have built their house
In a field below the wood
And are at peace.
It is autumn, and dead leaves
On their way to the river
Scratch like birds at the windows
Or tick on the road.
Somewhere there is an afterlife of dead leaves,
A stadium filled with infinite sighing.
Somewhere in the heaven
Of lost futures
The lives we might have lived
Have found their own fulfillment.
Hers are subtler, better.