Bliss by Harry Bliss for October 10, 2020

How about putting some m&m’s in it?

Ah, I remember them well. Wish I had quite that nasty habit sooner, but I’ve been free for 28 years now.

The old days often look better in memory than they actually were…

ah, yes – the good ol’ days when the apartment always stank of stale smoke…

@Harry Who’s Martin

Adult Toy Box ?

Unbelievably enough…

“Martin” is Steve Martin…

The Steve Martin, of arrow-through-the-head and King Tut fame.

 

I read an article about how an editor had connected them because Martin had some gag ideas for Bliss.

They hit it off… and started communicating by email.

As of then… maybe a year ago… they’d never met in person.

 

Martin doesn’t do any cartooning or drawing… he emails joke ideas.

Bliss draws them up, and they refine them, if necessary, by email.

They did a whole book of them together, as well.

 

I’ve seen one of the commenters here post about not liking the Bliss/martin collaborations,

but I haven’t seen much difference.

Occasionally I do think Harry Bliss alone is a bit edgier… maybe less “jokey.”

This is such a fictional attic. Labeled boxes.

The carpet must smell of smoke.

I was drumming for a top-40 band back in the 70’s. We were playing at a club called the Tradewinds on the Norfolk Naval base. The place was set up like an amphitheater. We started a disco song. About 30 seconds into the song I see the glint a huge glass ashtray flying through the air. It lands on the dance floor and shatters. One of the “Squids” (navy enlisted) yells out. “We don’t like any f***ing disco!” Next song up, “Smoke On The Water”; they went nuts.

ah, yes, who can forget the delightful aroma of day-old butts …

I never smoked but when I went to work as an engineer right out of college in the mid-60’s, you could look across the large room we were in and see a climbing tendril of smoke wafting upward from nearly every desk to coalesce into an even haze up near the high ceiling. And nobody thought anything of it. Nowadays, even one such column in an office would be cause for corrective action.

Interesting…everybody seems to be assuming that that’s tobacco in those butts.

bad old days!

I’m still amazed that I was able to work with pipe smokers, cigar smokers, cigarette smokers, et al.

I quit on a dare, the day before Thanksgiving, 1967. Never went back—well, to tobacco anyway. Winstons were 30c a pack. Now I see $5-8 a pack. Let’s see: 2 paxx a day x 365 days a year x $6.00 a pack = a nice weekend cruise to Cabo.

Ah I remember, he died of lung cancer.

The good old days, when you could give lung cancer to everyone in your immediate vicinity. Now you can only give covid-19 to everyone in your immediate vicinity. Ah, the good old days…