Looking through more recent material, I found this short series. It is similar to the “ten-gallon hat” comic strip that appeared in newspapers recently. Frankly, I’d forgotten about the “lederhosen” series, although I drew it less than two years ago. I do like it, though, and I also liked the “ten-gallon hat” cartoon. I believe it was Charles Schulz who said, drawing a daily comic strip is doing the same thing over and over for years without repeating yourself.
341 responses to “Disaster of the Teutonic”
Where is Foghorn Leghorn when you need him?
Oh yes, I hadn’t thought of Hawks and other predators. Thanks for helping me out.
OMG! Jackie and Debbe, on the road together! Just like Crosby and Hope…Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid…Thelma and Louise…Mila Kunis and me. (That last one is a pipe-dream, of course.) On second thought, forget T&L…their route planning sucked. As did BC&TSK’s itinerary planning, come to think of it.
This is for Jackie, at about the time she was just entering REM sleep this morning: *BAM-BAM-BAM* “Housekeeping!”
BAM-BAM-BAM. “Housekeeping!”
I traversed Vietnam with The SuChin Kid; those were the days my friends.
Excuse me, I fell asleep and just woke up. Did I miss something? I don’t remember housekeeping even knocking.
But I could use more towels.
Charlotte: Because I live farther from the equator from most of them, and probably from you as well, but not so much. At the equator, sun-up time is 12 hr. all yr. At the N. Pole, the 6-month long day starts today. Above the Arctic Circle, there will be at least some days when Sol is up 24 hr. Below the AC, the nights are short and the days long, but that difference lessens as you go farther from the pole. The difference is less here than at places N. of me, but greater here than places S. of me, which includes most of the Village, and probably you.
The Village also has one Canadian on board, but I cannot remember where he [I think] is from. The most heavily populated part of Canada is father S. than I am.
On the other hand, on the first day of astronomical spring, it’s snowing here. Pfft!
Peace, emb
Have housekeeping bring me a hair brush as well. No, forget that, a really good haircut works with long fingernails . Not sure about circles under eyes.
Thank you, emb! I will check all that on a map when I get up from the computer desk. Your last comment made me laugh out loud!
emb, is that how they came up with the designation astronomical spring. One scientist asked another what the odds were against the beginning of spring on a given date, and got the answer “astronomical”?
Amazing my life is taking an uphill turn. I have found it is often a roller coaster. The plunges aren’t anything but gut wrenching.
Back to sleep for awhile. No one knows I am here except yall and my pet sitter. That’s a liberating feeling I suppose but I need to make some appointments for Monday?
emb:
Something like this?
http://www.gocomics.com/nonsequitur
Debbe, this one’s for you: http://www.gocomics.com/closetohome/2015/03/02
Looks like what would happen if someone forgot to latch the cages.
Jackie and others…when head of housekeeping, and WHEN there was a “do not disturb” sign on the door….no housekeeper was allowed to knock until check out time (1:00 pm)…it was a Hampton/Hilton ‘rule’, had a 100 percent guarantee service…but I, one Sunday, didn’t give the dimwits one….complained about a ‘soiled’ pillowcase….even brought it down….bad thing for them, it was a $120 jacuzzi room….and I cleaned it…I needed the ‘energy and solitude to get ready to ‘fire’ a whiner, lazy, and a professional demeanor from my perspective of “you can’t bullshi$ the bull$hitter”…l told them I was head of housekeeping and I personally cleaned the room, and I guaranteed them they were not soiled when I put them on.
And the ‘guests’ still had to ask “does this mean we don’t get our discount?”…and I said “no”.
So..remember those with the ‘do not disturb signs’, and tip your housekeeper…if she was a good one….I hate slackers.
Sandcastler…they’re still the ‘Boilermakers’….am I right?..
good night all…………………
Mark 🙂
So right Debbe ????
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I don’t know Debbe, still don’t have those extra towels yet. That is a joke darling. I was considering room service too.
Once had a boss who asked me if I would bring him coffee in bed? I told him only if he called room service.
(I was writing something here and managed to press some key which made the entirety disappear and show today’s rerun without the comments. Can anyone guess/tell me which key I must have bumped? It’s likely on the left front of the typical board. I’m curious.)
The MBH & I [ashes] are to be planted in her hometown in east central Ohio. The favorite cemetery includes some land once owned by her family several generations ago. We have purchased our plot (no discount for the prior ownership) about 25 feet from her parents’ plot. In fact, we have danced on our own graves, albeit not yet I use!
Musically, I’d favor “For All the Saints” as mentioned; it was my parents’ favorite, sung at their funerals, and I rarely can get all the way through it without some tears. Then, at the gravesite, a good N.O.-style brass band with “When the Saints Go Marching In” slowly at first, and then with all the stops pulled out once the ashes have been interred. Maybe I will actually begin to plan a celebration for my survivors; it is customary in my family to have a fine & happy dinner out after a graveside commitment.
“in”, not “I”.
Debbe: I hope you didn’t think I was disrespecting housekeeping staff; that was just a joke to Jackie about her weird travelling hours. My summer job every year of college was in a motel or hotel, and I know that as rule housekeepers do an outstanding (and underappreciated) job. The dumb and/or lazy ones don’t last.
And since I worked evenings/nights, when the housekeepers were gone for the day, I was usually the one to field guest complaints, almost all of which were as unfounded as the one you described. (I actually had to handle one complaint of a Shetland pony in a room, but that wasn’t housekeeping’s fault). One older gentleman felt that the towels hanging on the wall rack behind the toilet were too close to the toilet seat when it was up. It was like six inches, and although I wanted to tell him that even Olympic Games-class bacteria could not jump that far, what I of course did was to replace the towels and wish him a good evening and a pleasant stay.
p.s. I do always leave a (deserved) tip for the housekeeper when I check out.
Dear c x-p, exactly the same thing happened to me earlier today! I think I felt for the Backspace key and hit another by mistake. EVERYTHING disappeared except the cursor (or the little vertical line) was at the very bottom of the box. I tried to get back what I wrote, no luck, and then, I tried the Backspace I think, and what I had typed came back! So, never give up — try everything.
Good that you have planned everything. I’m so glad you are so fond of “For All The Saints.” When The Saints Go Marching In will sound terrific, I’m sure.
cxp, that’s a good trick.
Seriously, my main laptop periodically develops typing malfunctions which can result in things ranging from the cursor jumping to some completely random location in the document to part or all of the document being erased. What I do is shut the computer down; carefully tilt the computer on its side; and use a soft-bristled brush and a few shots of “canned air” to clear dust and other detritus out of the keyboard. Then it’s good to go for another few months.
Some of the more professional and knowledgeable computer geeks here will likely have other suggestions if that one doesn’t work. Or if it’s another problem. 🙂
Dearest Ghost, you have the most interesting reminiscences! And you write so wittily about your memories … very entertaining stories for us Villagers.
How has your mother been feeling? Is she well, and are you still keeping an eye on what she is eating?
“Olympic Games” reminded me: I’d have the Olympic Brass Band or one of the other New Orleans jazz marching bands play a dirge as it followed my casket from the hearse to the grave site, and then break into “Saints” when the brief ceremony was over. That is, if my estate could afford it, which it likely won’t.
Thanks, Miz Charlotte. But remember the putative Chinese curse: “May you live an interesting life.”
And thanks for asking about my Mom. Although once you reach a certain age every day can be an adventure, and I still keep a close check on her, she is doing remarkably well overall. Her appetite is back to normal, and she is still completely pain-free. One of her appointments this week was for a chest CT, and we go back to her radiation oncologist on Monday for the results. Given her lack of symptoms and her energy level, I’m very hopeful that the report will be good.