This A&J from 1997 caught my eye this morning. For me, offbeat strips such as this are fun to think up and draw. Of course, it isn’t profound. It isn’t even “about” Arlo and Janis, but it works. It’s a good feeling for a cartoonist to reach the 19th hole feeling as if he got a good shot off even if the lie was in the wrong fairway.
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My Better Half sez that happens in our house.
I know how she feels. Took me a minute to get it, though.
Well, bachelors do laundry, too. Unless they are lucky enough to a find a domestic-type significant other who will do it for them. I’ve never been that lucky. 🙂
Of course, a perhaps not well-known fact is that barracks life in the military will make one a damned fine “domestic engineer”.
I feel the same about dishes, pots, and the like. If I cook, I am perfectly fine with serving out of the pot so as to avoid using a serving bowl. Perchance I am just feeding myself, I’ll eat out of the plastic left-over container, hot or cold.
Probably learned that in my graduate research lab – all used glassware had to be cleaned thoroughly lest some missed trace of acid or base catalyze an unwanted reaction during its next usage. Using fewer pieces meant less clean up.
For those who ask whether I ate out of my lab glassware [as the above might be interpreted], you may be surprised to read that I did exactly that. After all, I knew what had been used therein, and I also knew that I had cleaned the glassware for more thoroughly than any sink washing at home could possibly have done. In fact, I kept a case of cream of mushroom soup under my desk for quick lunches….
Same idea as was rumored 50 yrs. ago about a very large chemical company: The Ph.D. chemists it hired were allowed to smoke while working, but only INSIDE their individual labs – not in the hallways! Theory was that a given researcher would not know what may have escaped another lab and be wafting around in the halls, but that same researcher would know exactly what was in the air in his/her own lab, and could judge whether or not lighting up was safe or an explosive mistake.
Omit “or not” in penultimate line.
During college I worked as a med tech at one of Louisiana’state Charity Hospitals. Similar to a MASH unit.
We were allowed to eat and drink in lab and yes we used lab containers but something I did made them stop the practice. I was testing big beaker of spinal fluid iced down and drinking a Sprite over ice.
You know which one I picked up and drank don’t you?
‘Why is it that for many people the three hardest word to say is “I don’t know”?’ Or, as c x-p wrote, ‘Beats me.’ Good science [and other] profs learn to say it early on, and are generally well respected for it.
Peace,
Jackie, Hannibal Lecter would be proud of you. (Charity in NOLA?)
And actually, I rather enjoy washing dishes by hand. What other simple, mindless activity can give you as much pleasure in a job well done, not to mention a strong sense of accomplishment? Besides sex, I mean.
Want to come cook with me? Food, coffee, tea or me?
Oh wait, that was stew request wasn’t it? Bet you got that one a lot!
Charity in Monroe which was a smaller chaos site but still chaos. I’d be running down hallway besides the gurney trying to get a blood type while in motion. I mean, we’d be drawing blood in operating room because no time to do before. Worse conditions I have ever seen in America.
Patients were treated as sub human usually, I got babies named Jackie for me simply because I was kind and smiled a lot. No one was even humane to these poor people.
I was told that Trans World Airlines stews (and they were still called that back then) would ask “Soda, coffee, or some of our TWA tea?”
My sister was once a lab tech at a state-owned charity hospital, although it was called a “State Hospital” and not a “Charity Hospital”. The physicians were foreign-imports, but good docs; the nurses were well-qualified and dedicated; there was very little staff turn-over; and the patients were well cared for.
Sadly, as was probably the case in Monroe, a disproportionate number of their maternity patients were 13-15 year-olds. A veteran L&D RN once told my sister (not unkindly) that when they were in labor and begging God and Jesus to help them, it wasn’t time yet. “But when they start yelling for their mamas to help them, you’d better grab a doctor.”
Remind me to tell you my gruesome story about the maternity patient who leapt from my hands with tourniquet still on, slinging hypodermic out.
OK, but you do realize I can likely out-gruesome you with stories, don’t you?
I got a bill from the IRS yesterday. Although I used a software package to calculate my return, something obviously went wrong. I haven’t had time to look at it yet, but with what I was going through at the time, I don’t doubt it was on my end.
On the bright side, they aren’t asking me to pay my $167,000 share of the Federal deficit.
Must be Arlo’s clothes. If they were a teenager’s (Gene’s) they would be all over the floor and not in the basket!
That’s true, Ruth. Janis must have Arlo’s clothes trained!
Debbe 😉 Here you go, Babe.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBi61pgDUP8
GM Debbe 🙂
“I will do a lot of things but
admitting I’m cold to my mom who
told me to bring a jacket isn’t one
of them”
I suspect that is true of course Ghost, but it could be fun trying. Sort of like losers poker combined with strip poker perhaps?
Mary Chapin Carpenter was really good concert tonight in Tahlequah at University and my seats were good, in fourth row orchestra on aisle so good acoustics and visibility too.
She did a lot of new music from her album she is touring for but a few old ones as well.
This was my favorite of the older ones. So true, so true. I like her lyrics.
https://youtu.be/1Oisj8AMSyU
Ghost sweetie, she’s playing your song.
A other good current bubble bath strip Jimmy!
Good morning Villagers
Jackie, thank you thinking of me. I am sure that hugging Mark was a Kodak moment. And yes, hugs are good for the soul.
Speaking of souls, thank you domaucan for educating me. I thought they were the same. God bless you too.
Watched my tax dollars at work yesterday at the court house. I almost went nuts waiting, waiting and more waiting. Met the probation officer and then community service of 24 hours.
And the purging has begun.
GR 😉 woke up to this in my head…..
…oops, forgot to paste GR 🙂
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiviKbxP9xM
1980 was the year…long time ago
….very true
http://cheezburger.com/8983288576
Hmmm, Jimmy, why do we never see Arlo in the tub?