Comic
You can read people’s minds in comic strips. We’re accustomed to it. We know that when words are contained within lumpy clouds that the words aren’t spoken aloud.
I watched ‘Young Frankenstein’ with my youngest kid yesterday. It was his first time seeing it, and I became more attentive to what was onscreen knowing that. I was pretty amazed at how much dialogue could be cut from that film because you could read the thoughts of the actors written, not in floating bubbles over their heads, but right there on their faces. It was great.
And then there’s Bob. I like Bob, but I’m thinking there may not be as much thinking going on as those around him might suppose.
We’ll see.
I can see how architects and interior designers would really like the opportunity to just noodle around on rooms as though they had all the time in the world.
That first panel was kinda fun.
I hurt my back the other day.
I was stretching because it’s been cold and the opportunities for any good exercise have been slim.
I hurt my back. Stretching.
I used to do things, you know? I’m not yet at the age where I’m ready to admit that I don’t do things any more, but I’m right there at the age when I can hurt myself not quite doing things.
You know how they call them ‘the terrible twos’? There’s probably a name for the Fifties, too. It’s probably rude.
I guess most of you regular responders can identify everyone? No peeking at the tags first!
For any newer readers… you might have to read the archives a bit.
Adjectives that don’t quite fit the nouns are great, aren’t they? “That’s a nice mob they have there…” or “That’s not a vicious mob! That’s a nice mob!” Very fun.
“Last Year’s ‘Fest” is a subjective time frame. It’s “last year” in comic strip/comic book/soap opera time. In real world time? We got old.
I trust that no one is worried that I’m trying to belittle any group’s efforts at social advocacy with this cartoon.
Except the Flat Earthers. That group worries me a little.
I like me some physics.





















