I’m a little late today, but I have managed to be here every day since Tuesday. I am in a hurry, so I’m leaving you with the remaining to strips from the 1997 arts-festival series. I enjoyed drawing this series, and I hope you’ve enjoyed seeing it again in its six-day entirety. See you next week!
Deal of the Art
By Jimmy Johnson
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184 responses to “Deal of the Art”
Gary, prayers for you and your family. Sorry for your loss.
Jackie,
That’s a scary story! When I was younger, an aunt & uncle owned a beach house ar Crystal Beach (over on Bolivar). I had a cousin who was very allergic to Portuguese Man-o-Wars, to the point that they made sure there was always an epipen handy at the beach house. I don’t think they ever had to use it, fortunately. We have the here in Perth as well, the locals call them “Blue Bottles”. You wouldn’t have raised any eyebrows running up to the lifesavers topless, though…
Hi. Anon above about niece was me. From phone rather than either home computer. Sorry.
Gary
Parents SHOULD NEVER outlive their children. We lost our daughter forty years ago this summer to a drunk driver. Life goes on with good times and bad, but it is not the same. Let your family know that my thoughts and prayers are with them.
Steve Moore
You have my sympathy and condolences, Gary. Even after almost two and a half years, I’m still hurting over my younger (and only) sister’s passing, as is our mother.
Debbe 😉 As much for me as for you tonight, hon.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJxrX42WcjQ
Love Josh Grobans voice and wondered if I was only one here who did? You still surprise me Ghost. Practice on opera with so.e of his selectins, not in English. They will probably be an aria.
Gary, truly sorry for your family. I do know how that feels and it just sucks. Cancer sucks.
Rusty, I plan to come to Australia so I can run on beach without it being a criminal offense. See you there!
Condolences Gary
GM Debbe
Poetry has to rhyme ” There once was a girl…..”
Otherwise it is prose – IMO
Wife worked at a library (near wetlands) where snakes keep coming in –
some are low but quite afew somehow get into ceiling light fixtures
and have fallen out.
Ray Stevens
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtzoUu7w-YM
I seem to have finally offended the censors that be with an inane post on naked mermaids and scallop shells which disappeared.
Oh well, that’s how the shell game works.
Good morning Villagers….
Gary, you and your family are in my prayers……………..Amen.
Emb, thanks for the explanation. You are such a wealth of knowledge, and I enjoy reading and learning from your posts….we orphans are blessed to have you in our Village.
….and that elusive colored egg is still out on the egg belts…6 lights down, ran 198 cases yesterday.
Ya’ll have a blessed day.
GR 😉 I cannot top that song…it was absolutely beautiful
Oh, to be a cat…..but I couldn’t handle the nine lives…this one is about to drive me nuts!!!
http://cheezburger.com/8798101760
Jackie,
I look forward to it! Seashells not required… 😉
Strip of 05.24.16:
Janis, shame on you.
I remember how you were always doubting Arlo.
TIP BlogSpot: http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/ This topic ceased to be funny about when he first did it, and I gather there have been 54 so far. Hope you are not disappointed that I’ve posted almost none of them. Peace,
Debbe: ‘You are such a wealth of knowledge, and I enjoy reading and learning from your posts….we orphans are blessed to have you in our Village.’ Couldn’t remember what explanation, so scanned: the one re crescent moons. You’re welcome. Glad to be of service; some of my students would rather have watched paint dry. Many would just classify me as a showoff, but maybe that’s a prof’s job, in part.
I expect when our ancestors stayed up all night guarding sheep or whatever, everybody knew the regularities, but not why it worked that way. Still amazes me that many knew the sun was up in the daytime, but were not clear for centuries, nay millennia, about its also providing the daylight. We take so much for granted. And the church once opposed the idea that Earth was a ball. Flat E. Soc. still does.
Peace,
emb:
The wealth of knowledge can be a double edge sword. As you say, sometimes people can think that you are a showoff. Part of that is their own insecurities. My Dad was a Farmer, then studied electronics and worked for a radio station. He always kept up on thinks and was a wealth of information. But the greatest thing that he taught me was to be humble and that you can learn something from the simplest people. Sometimes especially those people. If you can teach someone by letting the person “learn” it on their own terms, you can be a very special teacher.
I indeed have learned a few things here and even with JJ’s strip, but with the wonder of the internet, I keep investigating the things that I learn so that I learn more. Does that make sense?
emb: I’m guessing “Phallic Portraiture” is Melcher’s “fall back” for the days the creative juices are not flowing. I’d also guess that Jimmy has fall backs for when that happens to him. Some of us might say that would explain a lot of the cat cartoons. 🙂
With a nod to Rick, I will comment on the 5/24/16 strip by quoting both Anakin Skywalker and his son, Luke:
‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Reading the comments led me to a series of A&J strips culminating with this:
http://www.gocomics.com/arloandjanis/1998/03/20
It contains an important truth: There’s more than one person out there you could/should/might have married instead of your spouse because there’s no such thing as the “one and only” perfect match for you. Wisdom consists of knowing that’s true and devoting yourself to making your marriage the perfect marriage for both of you.
So, Arlo had an “Office Wife”. Heck, I’ve got an office full of them. Not that uncommon and usually, as with Aro, doesn’t really lead to anything but reflection. I’ve always resisted any sort of romantic involvement at work, though. A business mentor told me many years ago that it is not wise to fish off of the company pier. Actually, he told me, “Don’t get your —– where you get your paycheck”, but you get the idea.
The last time Janis was mooning over an old flame, I believe it was The Guy That Died. Don’t know where if anywhere this is going with Vince, but Vince should be careful not to get dead, also.
My father phrased it a tad differently, GR6: “Don’t $h!t where you eat.”
emb-
I knew the Church opposed heliocentric for a while, but did it also oppose the idea of the earth being roundish? The Greeks proved the earth was round well before Christ and even casual generations previously could tell the earth was a spheroid. I guess some pockets argued that the Creation Story proved the earth was flat, but anyone with an education knew otherwise.
On another blog I follow, there was mention of rumors (whether serious or just Twitter Twaddle, I don’t know) that the next James Bond could be Gillian Anderson, FBI Special Agent Dana Scully of the X-Files. My thought was “Yeah, no.” While I think she could be very creditable as the current iteration of Agent 006, or some other numbered “licensed-to-kill operative”, either in a Bond flick or a stand-alone film, I just don’t think she is, ah, properly equipped to portray the James Bond we have known and loved over the years.
So I settle in for a late lunch, and both cats are circling. Blacklight wants my lunch, and Thunder wants my attention. After Blacklight got her cut of my food, she promptly wandered off for her mid-afternoon nap. Thunder settles on my sandles. As I was finishing, Thunder became aware of a vehicle parking in front of my house; Thunder got up and planted herself against my leg, putting herself between me and the door. After the vehicle left, and crisis averted, Thunder got up and flopped on my shoes again. I swear this cat thinks she’s a dog. (And smells like one too. This cat can pass some seriously terrible smells.)