…I am proud of this. (Is it LotRcats or LoLtRcats?)
…and not just because I’ve met Bob Weber, Jr., and he could probably seek me out and smack me upside the head if he had a mind to (he lives in the same greater metropolitan area that I do). I’m currently slogging through Life of Pi, by Martel Yann, in anticipation of seeing the new movie. Part of the story takes place in the Pacific, where a cargo ship with a load of zoo animals sinks in a storm: the hero of the story, Pi Patel, must share a lifeboat with a huge tiger. And here, not only is Slylock in the midst of a vicious storm at sea, but today’s “How to Draw” features a tiger. A TIGER, people! Is this like Kismet, or Brigadoon, or what?!?
…I just don’t think it’s very funny. Well, I did my best here (and I have to credit the strip for providing me with Scoopy, the Surly Sundae):
I always get the answers before the unjumbling part, and then the unjumbled words just don’t make sense.
So, when life (or David and Jeff) give you lemons, trade them in for Hershey bars…
I like one of them! (and if you add Edda Burber into the mix, I’ll say, “I like one of them!”)
Hey! Just in time to drown our woes!
(Okay. I like cats ‘n’ ice cream!)
Happy All Saints’ Day! Me? Too many little-bitty packets of Whoppers for me — I think I’m seeing things, just like Rex…
No, I don’t know where the weird little kid came from (well, yes, I do…today’s Archie strip, but why I even read Archie today is another sign of sugar fallout).
Okay…time passes, and I’m more on an even keel. Well, at least to address someone who writes longer, more boring dialogue than I!
or caninocentric or felinocentric… (read, the comics need more kangaroos!)
Of course it doesn’t help when “helpful” folks like CC’s Sequitur says:
Beefy bear would try to make Plugger love to Slick Smitty in the Sheila Roo costume.
Slick Smitty deserves every bit of it.
Eww. But maybe… just maybe…
Well, the time for Tu’i’s owners to come home has arrived, and other than trying to hide him at Casa de Queek, it’s time to says adios to the fluff for a bit.
Before he goes, Tu’i demonstrates what a classic West Highland terrier breed standard should be: Eyes–widely set apart, medium in size, almond shaped, dark brown in color, deep set, sharp and intelligent. Looking from under heavy eyebrows, they give a piercing look.
Nice work, Tu’i!
And here’s a couple of hours of fetch under his belt. This ball continues to be his favorite.
Tu’i did get a bath before going home with the ‘rents, I hear.
I don’t know if Mark Trail is all that interesting, or that the other serials are just pretty damned boring at the moment (Mary slaves away at her computer, Sam is roaming the backwoods with Juggs McGee, Rex is fixing a young lady’s plumbing IN THE MOST LITERAL SENSE, and so on). So you’re stuff with the gang in LoFo.
At least we can sit back and all agree…What a Woman!
And then we can really settle in and nod… What a Man!
Actually, it seems more like Tu’i, who’s visiting CC’s queek for a short time, is mostly on da couch! Ah, well, it’s getting chilly, and there’s no reason for a pup to put up with a bed on the floor.
Anyway, there’s time enough for spoiling by driving him to the local pet supermarket to let him pick out a new ball, then driving him home and letting him spend a few leisurely hours de-squeaking the purchase.
In case you’ve never seen an abused dog in your life, looking at Tu’i is not going to change that!