Poor Ol’ Mr. Nutley.
At least, that’s what his neighbors always call him.
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I’ve probably never been good at taking advice. Jimmy Johnson, who creates the comic strip ‘Arlo N Janis’ gave me the advice to go into boat cabinetry.
Mostly, I think, because he sorta wishes he had gone into boat cabinetry.
If you want MY advice, go into real estate. It’ll suck, and be less fulfilling than telling a ten-year long story about lunatics, but the money is great.
That, or boat cabinetry, which I hear is very fulfilling if you like boats.
Sound effects are great, aren’t they? Hey, did anyone ever look at all the old MAD magazine Don Martin cartoons where he had such great sound effects? That guy was great. I never got the chance to meet him, which is probably good. I’d have gushed. Or ‘Fl’Gursht’ or something.
I remember one, when MAD did one of their square bound super specials, where they had a set of stickers in the magazine. All the stickers were stamp-style Don Martin sound effect cartoons. Brilliant. I believe, though, that the “Poit!” sticker had a drawing of a woman’s breast springing from it’s safe space within her undergarments. My buddy Jon got his copy of MAD taken away because of that.
I blame Nick Meglin.
“Run.”
It’s not a difficult concept, and yet, when told to do it, don’t you sort of expect more information. I do, anyhow. You know, like, “Run! Bear!” There’s worlds more information, there.
Things are rarely just one thing or another.
Of course, that kind of talk doesn’t get used much these days.
We don’t remember that one of the logical fallacies that invalidates an argument is ‘black or white thinking’.
We’ve been raised in a world full of advertising. I’ve probably pointed out before that the list of logical fallacies which can never be used in a valid argument, and the list of the most effective advertising strategies are pretty much the same list.
Bad recipe, if you want a country that’ll outlive you.
There you go. That’s as political as I plan to get for the next few years.
How many of us just kinda take the doctor’s insistence that we give up bad crap and eat well and exercise and lay off the sodas and come in for cardiac stress tests and survive into our eighties as sort of a mild hint of a suggestion, rather than plain ol’ good advice?
Remember when you were a kid?
Okay, me neither.
Remember when they told you about when you were a kid, and there was that one boy in the neighborhood spotted riding a girl’s bike, only he had a broomstick tied into the frame with baling wire, so it’d look like a boys’ bike? And the bike was pinky purple with flowers on it, so nobody believed it was a boys’ bike anyhow, and the kid got really mad that no one would just say it was a boys’ bike?
Yeah… I don’t remember anyone telling me that story, but that story has always just sorta… been there. People that didn’t grow up in my neighborhood or even in my town nod and chuckle and remember that story. It must have played out similarly, like, everywhere or something.
We’re under the gun for time again! If you don’t understand what that means… then I’ve had time to color the cartoon and get it back up before you got here.
If not, well, you see.
You’ve done this, haven’t you? Made assumptions, got excited, found out you’ve overextended yourself and then… you find everyone else involved has too. And everything’s fine.
Yeah, me neither. But I’ve heard it happens.
Power’s back on. Light table, computer, scanner…
And I’m back home!
So here’s a cartoon for you.
