John Hambrock is a fellow cartoonist who creates The Brilliant Mind of Edison Lee. I checked in on John’s site this morning, and he was doing some bragging in his blog. His fine comic strip launched in November of 2006, which led John to calculate that he has drawn over 3,000 daily and Sunday strips that, if laid end to end, would equal the height of three Sears Towers stacked on top of one another (about 4,500 ft.). Well, John’s calculations led me to some of my own. I have drawn over 10,700 A&J strips since 1985, not accounting for leap years, which if laid end to end would extend for 2.5 miles and closely resemble my office floor. Hey, Junior! Come back in a few years, and we’ll talk some more! I must say, I do admire the way he has copies of all his strips arranged in ring binders. And if you read John’s bio, you’ll learn he spent years developing his characters before Brilliant Mind was launched by King Features Syndicate. As evidenced by the above cartoon from the first month of A&J, it wouldn’t have hurt if I’d done a little of that.
434 responses to “A Long Long Time Ago”
Poor Luddie! I know how he feels. Three years ago, I broke one ankle and messed the other up pretty well. I had a heck of a time for awhile getting into our very high, four-poster bed. I had to lean against it, fall back onto it, and then shimmy till I got into position. I suppose my husband could have helped, but I’m stubborn…besides, he was lauging too hard to be much use.
We lowered our Chippendale four poster bed for that very reason. When I go to upscale hotels with high beds I often think I will sleep on the floor eventually. I fell out of one once and almost didn’t make it back in.
By the way, were that four poster of mine fall on me it will take several people to find me under it, the back is seven feet tall and extends from side to side of a queen sized bed and up to the canopy, all solid mahogany. Sort of palatial looking when the canopy and side curtains are in place.
It is “naked” right now.
Ghost, the heifer that is wearing the tight, tight cowgirl outfit is me. It all must have had some elastic in fabric or they were better manufacturers back then.
Love, Jackie
We have an older little dog that is starting to have issues getting up on chairs like Luddie, so we don’t give her hassle for getting on the lower level hassock, we encourage it. Also her newest thing is to come in by my computer chair, go to sleep and start snoring.
TR, think Dilbert’s steering wheel selfie cam explains much about the flying car stalling out. Stalling out was a poor attempt at a lift joke.
Denise, glad you didn’t call on GR6 for assistance; his creativity might have been too much for your ankles.
Rainy day here. At present Loon and cat are asleep on the recliner. Productivity rate near zero.
Good one, Ghost!!
Even I’m curious about the skin-tight attire containing either Jackie or a heifer! I was going to add that same bit of humor about it, but Ghost beat me to it. Rather like Groucho’s elephant in his pajamas, eh?
Sand, if you are in contact with Symply, contact me through him. ‘Twill be to your advantage.
cxp, “but of course in Alabama the Tuscaloosa.”
Ghost, that is a funny joke. I need to laugh. Don’t know what peeved you and I hope it wasn’t one of us? If so, I apologize.
Was just talking to a family member who I was raised with and who knows me. I commented I did not do well in support groups because I am outspoken and can’t tolerant fools. He said, “Who you, Jackie? Speak your mind? Not you!”
I am well known for telling how the cow ate the cabbage.
Love, Jackie
“how the cow ate the cabbage” – that’s a new one for me! Thanks for expanding my vocabulary, Jackie.
Expression made famous by a great Texan, Governor Ann Richards, who did not tolerate fools either. I much admired her.
Black light is now a “senior” kitty too. She will be fourteen this year. She has never been a jumper, but at the apartment, she refused food or water if it was on the floor. (What was she, a common animal?!) Anyhow, I had a bookshelf that she used to jump on to get up to the counter, but the last year we were there, I could tell even that was making her uncomfortable. I moved one of her climbing thingys over by the counter. [Which was all “hers,” I must add. No food prep or anything I didn’t want her to mess with went there. Unless, I forgot, of course. We won’t discuss all of the extra hassle she caused me when I absent-mindedly left a traffic ticket – in all of its crinkly-paper glory – on the counter.] When we moved, I took the opportunity to put her dishes on the floor. She groused a bit, but is much happier now. The climbing thingy now lives in the bedroom; bedtime is much easier too.
*Blacklight
We need more people like Ann Richards and Mollie Ivins.
No, Jackie, I wasn’t put out by any of this Band of Merry Pranksters. How could I be? And yes, I’ve seen some “cowgirls” in some mighty tight jeans, some of them so snugly-fitting I swear I could have read the labels on their panties if they were wearing them inside out.
Dear Lord, with all the problems we have at home and abroad, do we really need to waste our time trying to determine if Tom Brady’s balls were firm enough or not? Yet, I fear, this is the state of present-day “journalism”.
Thought Brady was going to say “Americans need to know if their Quarterback is a crook….Well I am not a crook!”
Ruth Anne: Amen. Peace, emb
Breaking news.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/01/22/saudi-arabia-king-dead-dies_n_6527616.html
Bill Belichick claims he’s never touched Brady’s balls. Please, give us a break.
Just as no baseball batter has ever put excess pine tar on his bat, and no pitcher has ever put a slippery foreign substance on a baseball, I’m sure this is the first time a football game ball has ever been under-inflated.
Who read to the end of this news story about the Saudi Arabian monarchy and saw that the new king suffers from dementia?
That is reassuring. And the prior king had been unable to rule from a stroke but did anyway.
On Bill Belichick, was my husband the only one who referred to him as the Elf Lord?
Just add an offical NFL football keeper to the offical crew. They would bring and maintain all balls used in the game; the footballs becomes a league responsibility.
Elf Lord? Yeah, when he’s on the sidelines, and it’s cold and rainy, and he’s got his hoodie up, he could pass for one.
I believe the reason Belichick doesn’t look or play the part of the corporate-oriented, media-attuned, neatly-attired, TV-photogenic NFL coach like many of them is that he really doesn’t give a flying fig about anything but winning football games. I’ll give him that.
Not much of a football fan but I did read an interesting comment on the deflated ball situation. It seems the Patriots more successful in the second half when they were using balls at proper pressure.
Whoa! Some serious looking Texas snow being shown on the telly. Headed your way, Jackie?
Don’t think so? Rain and back yard is muddy tire tracks right now.