and are forced to watch network late-night programming, at least we know what The Late, Late Show‘s skeleton robot and side-kick Geoffrey Peterson is so interested in when he’s sitting behind his podium.
[I especially like the toes…]
I can’t even begin to explain this.
[Other than Knute is my new favorite character in Luann — well, aside from TJ and Shannon.]
“Read for comprehension, not for speed.”
This doesn’t explain why I read Between Friends — fairly unlikely characters in sort of a Foob South of the (Canadian) Border.
But this is what I honestly saw when I read the original. Then again, I’m not much in the latest jargon (“man-scaping” makes me cringe, though), and I really didn’t understand what the accompanying illustration had to do with anything:
All rightie! Now it all makes perfect sense!
“How are Jenna and Dr. Mike getting along after that oh-so-magical first date?”
And, believe it or not, although schadenfreude sounds like one of those long, fancy-schmancy German words that explains something to absolute perfection (those Germans have a word for everything!), it really comes from the Feline, meaning just about what you expect it to mean:
Shannon is a small pain-in-the-ass child who Luann babysits on occasion. This make her (Shannon, not Luann) one of the more entertaining characters in the strip.
I suspect Luann’s creator likes to believe that Luann is smarter than Shannon. Dream on…
Well, as the week wears down (and the nasty emails to the writer increase), Luann discovers she’s babysitting! How about that?
And since there’s nothing on TV, and she finished reading her Tiger Beat, and none of her friends are home who she can chat up on the phone or the computer, she might as well talk to Shannon.
(public displays of affection, if, like me, you’re still living in the 20th C.)
And what is more yack-a-licious than…
Just think! If Peter Kiesl had stayed State-side, what opportunities might he and Edie have had?
From this:
to this (by Dean Booth, who also just made something *snap* in my head):
to this (gee, thanks, Dean!):
Good old Mr. Borgnine is still going strong in his 90s! Take that, Little Orphan Annie!
What’s his secret for longevity? He reveals all (well, thankfully not all):
http://www.break.com/index/ernest-borgnine-secret-to-long-life.html
By strange coincidence, life imitates (comic) art. At 9 Chickweed Lane, Edie and Herr Kiester have discovered that Bill is alive:
Yet in spite of this crushing blow, hand jive goes on.
And over at Camp Swampy, it’s something about “Sarge squeezing his toothpaste”:
Is this a new spin on “don’t ask, don’t tell?”
(originally titled “Fun at Rusty’s Expense)
While I was hearing voices, inspired by Rusty’s incredulous response to Mark calling every freakin’ vet in the book:
many folks at The Comics Curmudgeon were fascinated/repelled/nauseated, observing that while Rusty indeed has five fingers (count ’em), a quick glance seems to suggest otherwise):
(Brian Blessed rocks so hard it’s not funny…)