Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 22, 2019

I want to ask Frida if reading the comics will add life to my years (following Mae West) instead of just years to my life.

Most of the comics I read have a lot in common except the ones that don’t.

I like to assume that my tastes are universal, too.

Marvellous simply marvellous.

Hey, you really like to laugh your ass off at the comics.

Sometimes I can read into the mind that creates the situation

…“I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way.”…

…Moose Miller is a mooch…

… Dagwood Bumstead was from an extremely rich family, but was disinherited because he married a gold digging stripper name Blondie…

…In Security has someone coming out today…

… Tank McNamara is openly gay…

…I mean, if you know sports, it’s obvious…

…Retail…there, I said it…

… Mandrake’s plots are contrived…

…the Phantom always finds a reason to take his shirt off…

…but Lois never does…

…eventhough she has been stuck with a baby for 100 years…

…And Frog Applause is just plain LAME!!!…

…that’s why I always read it first!…

Want a great cartoon? SPECTICKLES!

The text they used when they started teaching tautology in the second grade.

I’m going to keep reading this comic until I decide whether I like it or not.

I love a good Frog Applause™ + Pooch Cafe + Jim’s Journal mashup.

“Well, we both have beady eyes. We both have senseless conversations. We both have beepable littlel black noses. It goes on and on. Will you marry me?”

The dogs should be protesting the proliferation of comics with cats in them.

You bad dogs get off my lawn!

Viivi lives with her lover Wagner the pig.

That Pot Shots guy is a real card.

Pastis has become the unofficial Larson of the puns.

I like all the Larson clone comics, filling our Larson needs.

Fun fact; In 1478, George duke of Clarence was drowned, so legend has it, in a butt of Malmsey wine for plotting treason against his brother, Edward IV. A member of the Yorkist faction in the Wars of the Roses, George was the younger brother of Edward IV and elder brother of the future Richard III.

WOOF WOOF WOOF … where’s my next meal …

PANT PANT PANT

We eventually get the new piece all hammered out. It’s pretty sharp. I can already see it will catch and burn. There are other members who will need to catch up, Crank and Low Key but they can manage easily. They’ve probably got twelve years playing and three with Bob. Bob has to call it a night, because of his job. I’m no closer to catching a wave, so I ask about his new high. He explains it slow, like he knows I’m going to have a little trouble getting it. He’s right.

The place he works is doing research on synthetic brains. Organic brains that can be programmed with memories belonging to real people. The idea is to be able to duplicate a thinking person in a synthetic brain. Nothing hard about that. It’s standard stuff in SF for years. But the nits and grits are a couple class levels over my head.

I swear to GOD that this is about me! I just know it!

Uh-huh. De gustibus non est disputandem and all that. Still, we do agree in principle. It’s just the application—or, as they say, “your mileage may vary.”

That said, anyone reading this here on Frog Applause probably has Good Taste, unless just obstinately contrarian….