G. M. O. T. !
Hoo boy, the whole taco thing is still in vigor, huh?
Alternate Alley Oop Chapter 23 “Alley Oop Space Rebel” (560) 3/29/2019 Friday
Alley needs another blaster, his club really isn’t going to do too much to the armored troopers. (Come to think of it, their blasters are liable to fail too. He shot one at point blank range in the face and it just added a thin coating of carbon to its blueness.)
At this point the main lights are still out and then a vibration and flickering lights in other areas from multiple explosions taking out the assembly equipment for their custom made Lumbagans brain washed to serve the empire is gone.
Alley looks up and sees Bex moving like some weird ape using all six of his foot-hands to swing along the rafter and then drops onto the fusion power plant and sets several M77’s in several places including the power regulator then jumps down landing amid the troopers who fall.
“Come, we must go find the others,” Bex asked him as Alley is ready to leave this place. Bex holds out his nearest green furred arm with black palmed hand, with pads, to him. He runs and jumps on it and tossed onto Bex’s broad back as the troopers are firing blue bolts of stun beams at them as they race out faster than a horse, very near cheetah speed at full out.
Lumbaga created by John Keith Laumer for the novel, “Retief’s Ransom”. Haterakans from “Retief & the War Lords”.
Cyncorder for Cy(ber)n(eural)(re)corder that uses the same visual pathways to scan and record the brain at any single time.
An interesting twist. Perhaps we’re jumping back to the other, normal, dimension and we can blow all this stuff off and move along to bigger and better things. Like it never happened….
3/29/2019 “Oli Oli Oxenfree” (2019)
Alley’s shot at the giant chickens as they circled each other to peck and bite, the 20mm shell whizzes between them as they moved clipping each of their truncated wings as it sped through to blow apart a tree behind them both.
On the ground 2 muscular men were in a grappling duel using the Anzio 20mm between them.
“Gentlemen—please stop this! We don’t have time…the big chickens…” Filodor tried to talk to them because the chickens are now more interested in them than each other.
“Uh, uhuh, gentlemen, the chickens, the chickens are looking at US!” He nearly yelled, he’s dropped the heavy back pack.
The Seventh Voyage: The Land of the Cyclopes (801 A.D.)
The creature that has been watching them has sized up them up on the Chimera so he bobs once then goes into a spiraling dive, the wings held close as it goes gaining speed as it falls. Sinbad had assigned a second to watch around them as the first one watches their shadow. He can hardly see it in the sun’s glare.
Historian Dr Cox & with Doc Wonmug in the present.
What??? Leave without the Duran Duran mixtape? Heaven forbid.
Soft shell tacos are better than hard shell tacos.
Change my mind.
Tacos Tacos ♫ ♫♪♫
All you can eat ♫ ♫♪♫
Lettuce and shell ♫ ♫♪♫
cheese and meat ♫ ♫♪♫
Ooola seems to be looking more and more oriental.
I don’t get the taco thing; tacos existed before 1986.
I’m happy that Oop has taken this tack. I can drop it and reduce the number of comics I read every day.
Yep, and they’ll call the place: “Burrito Junction”. What about the taco? What taco?
Maybe, just maybe, these three months of alternate dimension have been in Oop’s coconut concussion head and we’ll get back to the real Alley Oop Oopsters.
“Not this taco nonsense again.” I’ll second that.
Make a standard hard taco. Smear a slightly larger soft tortilla with beans, wrap it around the hard taco. The beans keep the crunchy hard taco from falling all over the place. Ran across this in Minnesota, of all places. They called it a honker. No idea why.
Don’t you just love the Web? So where did the taco come from? Mexico, obviously, but it appears that it existed as a dish before it appeared as a word.
“The origins of the taco are really unknown. My theory is that it dates from the 18th century and the silver mines in Mexico, because in those mines the word “taco” referred to the little charges they would use to excavate the ore. These were pieces of paper that they would wrap around gunpowder and insert into the holes they carved in the rock face. When you think about it, a chicken taquito with a good hot sauce is really a lot like a stick of dynamite. The first references [to the taco] in any sort of archive or dictionary come from the end of the 19th century.
Now that could have been an interesting story (as well as more Hamlin-like) with Oop and explosives expert G. Oscat Boom going to 18th century silver mines in hopes of finding treasure and instead finding the development of the taco.
Well so much for making an interesting story about trying to fix the time line. Silly nonsense still prevails. Nothing makes any sense in there world, at least with the other writers they followed some resemblance of normality to the real world.
Yeah, I didn’t follow this time-traveling cavefolk strip to encounter silly nonsense!
‘Hearters’ outnumbering hecklers over 5 to 1, so far today.
Last Sunday in Lemon’s other strip “Rabbits Against Magic”, he did a tasteless “parody” of the Sunday strip called “Little Poop”. Yep, it is as bad as it sounds. Bill Bickel has a daily blog called “Comics I Don’t Understand” where he posts strips that basically fit that description and asks for people to comment. Today he posted that Sunday strip at https://godaddyandthesquirrelmustbothdie.wordpress.com/.
Tacos on a Friday? Never catch on.