Born. Still alive. Watch this space.
With the pessimistic version you don’t get potatoes.
It shouldn’t be assumed that all guys love football. I’m a registered guy and I think it’s silly. I mean, why not give a football to each team? That way they’d stop squabbling in public over such a trivial object.
Having less than zero interest in football, I’m patiently awaiting a return to the original strip which, IMNSHO, went off the rails when Ellie changed from the most interesting, flamboyant character to the colorless one-dimensional overprotective mother she is now. (To refresh your memory, contemplate the vibrant Chix ‘n’ Wings Ellie vs the stultified motherhood version.) There are also too many inexplicable detours, like Sedine driving an 18-wheeler across the country and sending the cab over a cliff as an ending. What was that all about?
Also in my NSHO, what the strip really needs is a werewolf. Consider the creative possibilities. :-)
This is just a warm-up. Next Sunday comes the real challenge— explaining the game of cricket to an American audience in a single panel with Michaela and Gabby doing the narration.
It’s a test of perception. In today’s strip the cow is hiding behind the rightmost goalpost, the football isn’t on fire, and Waldo is disguised as Charlotte. Yesterday the cow was disguised as Charlotte, the rugby— not foot— ball was aflame, and Waldo was hiding behind Sam. Also, the Good Humor truck features push-up rockets today. Yesterday it was banana split on a stick. The illustrations on both days are from Leonardo da Vinci’s notebooks, but Sunday’s was from the 1499 sketchbook and Monday’s is from the 1513 edition.
There is no truth to the rumor that if you stare fixedly at either yesterday’s or today’s panel a 3D image of Neville Chamberlain will pop out.
The local Kroger store rearranges its stock every two weeks, based on efficiency memos sent down from the head office. I’m convinced no one on the board of directors has ever tried to shop in one of its stores.
During a major remodeling the only information about where merchandise had been relocated was a single 8½ x 11 sheet at the front of the store, without any diagrams or maps. And no handouts of the info, either.
Amen! I get into a panic state and simply grab things off the shelves to get out of the store as soon as I can. I have a strong aversion to crowds, which may be part of it.
Okay, confession time. Have you ever worked in a job where you could do absolutely nothing right, despite your knowledge and experience? It’s happened to me twice in my long life, once as a mechanic and the other in a PR agency.
Conversely, I’ve had several jobs where I could do nothing wrong. I’m not sure which was scarier.
And sedated, methinks.
Wasn’t that the name of a ’60s sitcom, “The Fungible Family”?