a question that has haunted us down through the ages!
I thought that all unmated socks wound up on Sakaar?
One of life’s greatest mysteries.
For years I’ve been convinced that the dryer leads to Narnia and the fauns are stealing our socks. Go prove me right, Elvis!
All lost socks end up in the TARDIS laundry machines. This is a fact.
You do a worthy work, Elvis.
Lupin: On the move and loving it!
So much to love! Panel 1, Lupin’s joy; panel 2, the umlauts; panel 3, the Woman’s head scarf; panel 4, Elvis’s tail; panel 5, Puck is sinking into the laundry, toe beans, too!; panel 6, “Socks are at stake!”, panel 7, Lupin riding the wild dryer, panel 8, Elvis’s half-poofed tail and howl to the heavens. ROTFL!
If Elvis was human (I mean if THIS Elvis was human) he would be John Malkovich.
I don’t have that problem. I safety pin my socks before I put then in the basket.
“Smörgåsbord”, Puck, not “smörgäsbord” Don’t confuse å with ä. They are completely different letters, and have completely different sounds. And neither of them sound like a.
Swedish ä sounds halfway between Swedish a and Swedish e. Swedish å sounds halfway between Swedish a and Swedish o.And not like English, or even American.
Could a quartet of robber mice be somehow involved?
Elvis is spot on with his assessment of the danger! Socks DO go missing on laundry day! I’ve seen it happen! (((((((((((((((((((((((((((Continuing to send out prayers, purrs, healing thoughts, orb bumps, boops, and huge engulfing bear hugs to SheMc, Jan, Astralsteeple, and TimBob, and all our dear fellow Orbsters who are dealing with serious illnesses, loss of loved ones and other ailments we may not know about)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) We’ve got you!
And now Elvis should make an in-depth investigative report on the problem: The Missing Sock Mystery – Aliens, Ghosts, or Robber Mice?
See apology to Puck under my first comment.
“Sometimes you might feel like no one’s there for you, but you know who’s always there for you?
Laundry will always be there for you."
(I’m not sure who it was that originally came up with this. I saw it on Facebook.)
Ride it, Lupin!
Once Puck wakes up, he can get started on the charts and graphs.
I like the Peoples’ taste in socks.
Dryer lint is actually the crumbs left over from the sock monster’s feast.
A lot of people believe that trolls are stealing your socks. Especially the left ones.
Is this when the Itty Bitty Kitty gets to ride around the city?
I feel the Earth move under my paws
I feel the socks tumbling down
I feel a nap start a-coming on
When Laundry Day rolls around
When I smell clean clothes
All fresh as the month of May
Ooh, cat friends
I can’t stand it
When the socks go missing today!
I feel the dryer all toasty warm
I feel my toesies all roasty warm
When Laundry Day’s true to form!
Ooh Elvis, when you sort those socks,
You are careful not to look away,
But somehow some do go astray
How it happens no one can say!
I feel the socks tumbling down, a-tumbling down
A tumbling down….!
Carole King: I feel the Earth Move
Elvis, remember when you told Lupin to “put a sock on it”?
It’s Lauundry Day for Georgia Dunn’s “Swan. Eaters”, too!Synchronicity…?The Great Harmonic Convergence?
Elvis needs to take a nice relaxing sauna on top of the dryer. We keep an old bath mat on top of ours so that our big male Siamese can sprawl out in heat soaked comatose bliss.
It’s a well know fact that dryers feast on socks.
I feel you, Elvis, I really do.
I was a student when I got married and wanted to prove I could do housework and keep my grades up and just be the perfect have it all. This was the 60s, it was like that. One day I was daydreaming while doing laundry and accidentally bleached one of my husband’s favorite argyle socks from dark and light brown to a pink and blue scheme. He wasn’t home, and he probably would have laughed it off, but I took the sock, drove it to the nearest gas station, and stuck it in the trash. He still doesn’t know where the mate to his good sock went. I am an accessory sock troll.
How apropos. Today IS laundry day.
Off Topic: Georgia is back from Albuquerque. Here’s what she posted on her facebook.
“I had the most amazing time in Albuquerque on Thursday night at the 2019 Winter Institute conference! It was awesome to meet so many independent book sellers…Having a chance to talk about “Lupin Leaps In” was so much fun. As many of you know, I write, draw, ink, and paint the comic at home. My work weeks can become a blur of ink blots and paint splatters, handing in six daily strips and a Sunday, and then onto the next batch! Taking a moment to pause and actually talk about what I write, why I write it, and who it is for (all of you! was a nice mid-winter refresh. I can’t believe how soon the book will be out, March 5th is just around the corner!!! On the flight home I read Komal Kapoor’s “Unfollowing You” in one sitting and silently ugly cried in the best, satisfyingly soul purging way possible. (And excused myself to the passenger next to me for my hot mess weepiness lol, and then told him about the book ) What a great read! I don’t believe in competition between books, because I’m a reader and if you’re a reader then you know there will NEVER be enough books! So, I very much hope you’ll buy “Lupin Leaps In” when it comes out, and if you enjoy poetry, love, loss, and renewal I hope you’ll get “Unfollowing You” too! (Out in 10 days, I believe!) I have the feeling HSH Prince Alexi Lubomirski’s book “Thank You For My Dreams” will be getting a shout out in my posts soon as well, because the Boy and Girl were very excited for that book when I came home! This was such a great conference for a book lover!!!"
Sox are the larval stage of hangers.
They migrate to the nearest closet and pupate.
Our hero Elvis is just a little, itsy-bitsy type A isn’t he?
Our missing socks usually turn up hiding inside a pair of boxers or clinging remora-like to the inside back of a t-shirt.
We all know it is Wood-Sprites that engage in this sort of mischievous behavior concerning socks.
They are directed by their leader, Robin Goodfellow, who is also know as Puck!
Coincidence? I think not!
Happy Bunday, orbsters and orbabies! Laundry day here is usually Saturday, although I have been known to do an extra load on Sunday. When I find an odd sock, I just keep tossing it back in the washer in the hope that its mate will turn up. I usually give up and toss it after a few weeks, after which its mate inevitably reappears.
Paul’s cold is no better. Hopefully when we get the results of his CT scan on Wednesday, the oncologist can cast a little more light on the subject.
Oh, My Cat, Happy! Do you remember that SciFi story about safety pins being the egg stage, wire coat hangers being the pupal stage and bicycles the adult stage of Aliens? I read that so long ago I can’t remember the title or author.
First, Elvis years ago I realized the solution to this problem was to by all your socks the same brand and color. Second, recent dryers are the perfect example of mans tendancy to overcomplicate things, you need a degree just to turn it on.
How indeed?! My kids always have socks with no matches. This happened with SO Many of my youngest daughter’s socks, I was at a loss… until I saw that she enjoys wearing them “mix-matched” as she calls them. (She is 5.) So now I just hand her a stack of unmatched socks to put away. She loves it.
Such a look of cat bliss on Puck’s face in panel five.
Somehow I doubt the Woman is as excited about laundry day as Lupin is.
Elvis the ever insane.
I can’t decide who is cuter – Puck napping the basket of warm clothes or Lupin riding the washing machine!
Socks are hedonists, and are constantly trying to mate with other items in the laundry. They never cling to each other, only t-shits, underwear, shirts, pants, whatever.
Today, went and did the laundry. And came up one sock short. Came home (have to walk to the laundry at the complex), and as I was putting on my slippers, found the wayward sock.
Panel 5: Kitten in a basket. You want fries with that?
Missing socks can be found in the hozone layer.
Missing a sock? Check the rubber trap thing in the washer.
A while ago, I counted the socks before putting them in the washer and after taking them out of the dryer. Sure enough, two were missing at the end. I checked everywhere twice, and those socks are missing even today.
Sign seen in craft booths for the laundry room: “Single, looking for a mate.” has clips attached at the bottom for stray socks.
If sox migrate under the bed, the extender pole of the vacuum will devour them whole and you will never know unless you have one with the dust bucket that has to be manually emptied or you need to fish around in the disposable bag to find some other object that you saw/heard the vacuum eat.
Funny thing. :/ I came up short a sock today in my laundry.
O.M.C.! So much to love in this one:
The enthusiasm in panel 1 … the use of “smorgasbord” in panel 2 … the visuals in the bottom row (and throughout) … and the list goes on.
You have outdone yourself, Georgia. Fabulous strip.
Ride ’em, Lupin! That cat can find adventure anywhere.
IT’S LAUNDRY DAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!
Gee, Elvis, I bet there’s another pair just like that one. Keep looking.
February 26, 2016