Yes! Excellent! We named our beagle-terrier (mutt) mix after him. Our Rontu was a great companion.
Explain the joke, say that it makes perfect sense to you and that you really, really like it. Then I’ll pay attention to you.
The “determiner” is Jef Mallett and guess what: He’s said multiple times in interviews that one of his aims is to “enlighten” his readers.
I think that’s idiotic and gross. And it’s as sure an indicator of arrogance as you might ever find in an artist.
You like it. I do not. It’s a difference of opinion.
As you’ve shown you don’t understand who’s responsible for the strip’s content, would you like to be clued in as to what an opinion is?
Let’s see: The Colorado Avalanche have played four games in the last seven days. Do me a favor: catch up with them and tell them you don’t know what they’ve been up to for the last week, but it sure wasn’t playing hockey.
Better yet, tell them they’re not men.
What’s harder to figure is the “how recent” part. Right now we’re in a lull: hockey and basketball are grinding away; champs in those sports won’t be crowned until mid-June. Meanwhile, the NFL at this very moment is in a rare state of repose: Super Bowl combatants have been determined but the heavy duty Super Bowl hype doesn’t begin until later this week.
I’d ask a close friend to slap me if I were to start thinking like Jef Mallett, but maybe his sense of the time element is along the same lines?
Mr. Jones, above, has the answer. It’s a gag about the fact that male athletes have … testicles … and women don’t. The kid’s embarrassment, hesitation and change of course are all indicative that he is trying to avoid using the word “balls”.
Right on. Exactly right. You deserve recognition! And everyone who got it wrong should send you $100.
How is it that you might imagine that reading “Frazz” causes me stress? To the contrary, it’s a reliable bit of catharsis. Every day Mallett puts out yet more self-aggrandizing junk; I get to laugh at his pomposity; I write about how laughably bad it is.
Some people agree with me. Others double down on the smug self-righteousness of “Frazz”, and try to shout me down. With arguments ranging from non-existent to weak.
I don’t care.
Do I have to write disclaimers for people like you? The ones who can think of nothing more original to post than the equivalent of “I know you are, but what am I”?
Grow up. Have something to say. Your game is weak.
Not all bacon is created equal. Give me some nice salty pancetta, sliced thin and crisped up on a stovetop in cast iron.