ah! the vice of advice…
Life would be boring without fantasy.
Look up ’It’s A Bird, It’s a Plane…’ by Norman Spinrad.
First floor office we hope?
Fortunately, the voices in my head warn me that I can’t really fly.
I’m pretty sure, if he’s in this guy’s office, he was soliciting advice.
No it was just a fly by and a crash and burn.
The last panel is so true. No one seems to appreciate being told they are stupid and ugly.
When this happens to me, at least it’s in my dreams.
Peter Pan-er post self-insight bears a striking resemblance to Obvious Man. Hmmmm….
The least plausible thing here is a professional analyst giving free advice.
Cartoon physics. Wiley Coyote never starts to fall until he looks down and notices that he is not standing on solid ground.
Warner Brothers did get one thing right: the feet do fall faster than the head, but it isn’t as noticeable unless you are in the vicinity of a black hole.
“I don’t suffer from insanity. I enjoy every second of it!!!” :D :D :D
If daydreaming ever becomes a disease, there will be lots of pragmatists with the cure.
According to the Hitchhiker’s Guide, “There is an art to flying, or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
More like “It´s a bird, it´s a plane …… oh that´s a nasty stain!”
There she stood in drag, just-a lookin’ cool in astrakhan.
She’s lookin’ just a little wiped out, she said I looked like Peter Pan.
Yawning in the sun, oh baby, like a child I run.
“It reminds me of that old joke- you know, a guy walks into a psychiatrist’s office and says, hey doc, my brother’s crazy! He thinks he’s a chicken. Then the doc says, why don’t you turn him in? Then the guy says, I would but I need the eggs. I guess that’s how I feel about relationships. They’re totally crazy, irrational, and absurd, but we keep going through it because we need the eggs.”
― Woody Allen, Annie Hall
Leave him alone, all he was doing was saving lives and violating airspace.
It never fails… just when you’re soaring high in the sky with the eagles, some pedantic son-of-a-psychiatrist shoots you down. BUMMER!
Guy standing in a psychiatrist’s office with a sock puppet on his hand. The puppet is saying to the psychiatrist, “He didn’t want to come, but I insisted.” (A cartoon I saw a long time ago, I forget where.)
Another lesson learned the hard way when he hit the ground. Those superhero landings ain’t what they’re cracked up to be in the movies. Now he’s got cracked, possibly broken bones to prove it.
I just let them fly and fail. Much more funnier that way.
In all candor, I think you’re all demented.
Now let’s discuss your obsession with phone booths.
For some reason this reminds me of the only joke about Poles I ever thought was funny. What’s green and flies over Poland?
Look up ! Its a bird, its a plane…. here’s mud in your eye!
I suppose someone had to bring him down to earth – perhaps not in one go, though …
To add Insult to Injury, the shrink billed him for an “hour” of Therapy even though it only took 10 Seconds.
Look up in the sky ’It’s A Bird, It’s a Plane. Splat, its a bird.
Sanity is overrated, just look at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
I can fly! I can fly!
No you can’t it’s impossible.
You couldn’t wait to tell me that until I was safely on the ground?
We encourage constipation while the train is in the station…moonlight always makes me think of you. If you wish to pass some water, kindly call the pullman porter; he’ll place a vessel in the vestibule. If the porter isn’t here, then try the platform in the rear… the one in front is likely to be cool…