Gone Tomorrow


The short sequence from 1997 wherein Arlo gets his trade-mark longish hair trimmed continues. It isn’t exactly autobiographical, but the cartoonist did attempt to run away with a dental hygienist one time. I think I mentioned an art sale for a good cause a few weeks ago. We’ll talk more about that this week, but for now I must go.

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77 thoughts on “Gone Tomorrow”

  1. Interesting…

    1. Arlo goes to his Pneumatic & Pulchritudinous Hair Stylist for a haircut.
    2. At first Arlo fights temptation and averts his gaze from his Pneumatic & Pulchritudinous Hair Stylist’s chestular area.
    3. Then Arlo succumbs to temptation and gets an eyeful (nearly literally) of his Pneumatic & Pulchritudinous Hair Stylist’s chestular-based secondary sexual characteristics.

    Me, I just skip Step 2 when faced with my P&PHS’s charms and go straight for the eyeful.

  2. Dickens REALLY likes this front porch. He has decided this is best cottage yet. I need to sit out at night and see if there are ghosts among the oaks.

    Breakfast is on back porch today. The crab cakes and eggplant dressing will be ready in 45 minutes, what to do?

  3. Ghost, I had always taken the sequence to be Arlo watching with great anxiety his long locks being shorn and the thought of how short his hair would be made him recall the old man who cut his hair so short Back In The Day. Upon further review, that call is reversed and your call prevails.

  4. Evan, how about combine the two. He’s thinking of her physical attributes, and forces himself to think about the short haircut and the old man who used to give him similar ones so that he can distract himself and not produce evidence that he notices her physical attributes.

    Think Austin Powers when he shouts out “Margaret Thatcher naked!”

  5. Yeah, Jackie, it’s obvious Dickens can get away with a lot of things I couldn’t.

    “I was thinking of the old man who cut my hair when I was a kid” = Cover story. Nothing about getting a hair cut from Arlo’s P&PHS could in the least be reminding him of an old man. And my P&PHS (when giving me a shampoo) and my dental hygienist seem to be competing in a contest to see which one can get most, ah, up close and personal.

  6. Dave, it follows as the night the day that when the call was reversed upon review, the nature of the recollection therefore turned out to be pretty much exactly as you describe.

    “The cartoonist did attempt to run away with a dental hygienist one time.” Clearly, the mental defenses being employed were not sufficient. But one can have great sympathy, for the menfolk are nothing if not consistent and predictable in that regard.

    Way back when, a nearby convenience store was robbed by a bra-less lass in a gauzy, see-through top. When asked to describe the robber’s face, the male clerk could not. Consistent and predictable… πŸ™‚

  7. The barber shop I use is one my grandfather took me to beginning when I was in about 3rd grade. Was all the kind of old guys Arlo is thinking of. Now there are 2 women there as well, but neither fit Arlo or Ghost’s particulars. I think that type of barber goes to the new shops that are part of the big chains. I go for the comfort level and for the barber that never feels the need to ask, what number was the cutting comb they used on you last time?. Medium length, get the bangs, even the sideburns, short back, get it off the ears. Yep, that’s it!!

  8. My first barber was the biggest New York Yankees baseball fan I ever knew and he converted me as a youngster to a Yankee fan in Baton Rouge, LA! I told his son at his funeral that if Joe DiMaggio would hit a home run, Mr. Joe Delouise might loop off one of your ears. We listened to the games on radio since that was pre TV days, or should I say, “The good old days”! The barber shop was on Third Street in Baton Rouge, which was the down town section of town.

    Pax vobiscum. God bless us every one.

  9. Search: Decorah eagles north nest. This site refuses that URL in a post. Two adults [a few min. ago], one of two eggs hatched, one feeding the new eaglet. Peace,

  10. Tilt your head back slightly and get real close to the mirror. That’s what the young ladies are looking at. Keep those ear and nose hairs trimmed!

  11. I have cut all of my hair off twice for surgery. I like it because it doesn’t require any care, but especially since the surgeries, I do not have a good looking skull. Fortunately the scars are not large and don’t show when the hair grew back. You know the old line about good looking heads and God covering the rest with hair.

  12. emb: Two of three eggs have hatched. Weird that we can’t post the link here. I even tried removing the http and leaving spaces between the parts of the url.

  13. A few days before I reported for basic training, I did something I’d always wanted to do…cut my own (rather long) hair. It looked so bad the military buzz-cut was actually an improvement.

  14. Am I prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse, sand? Not really a thing on my radar, but let’s see…

    *Food and Water – Check (Works for hurricanes, earthquakes, tornadoes, ice storms and, I suppose, sharknadoes, as well.)

    *Ammo – Check (I haven’t inventoried it lately but probably about 5000 rounds in various calibers; mostly FMJ practice ammo, but that should serve quite well for zombie plinking.)

    *Backup Weapon – Surely you jest!

    *Lights and Batteries – Plenty of them (My latest High Lumen light has Bluetooth, I kid you not. I can control it with my phone. I can set it up away from me and turn it on and off remotely in strobe mode to attract zombies for plinking.)

    *Shelter – No problem (There’ll be lots to spare when the zombies finish evicting all the people who weren’t prepared for them.)

  15. That would be a somewhat different take on “Don’t try to teach your grandma how to suck eggs.”

    I wonder what is the Recommended Daily Allowance of “complex xarbohydrates”.

  16. Jerry in FL, to answer your question about Debbe: Old Bear on 17 Apr 2016 at 11:13 pm #

    Debbe has informed me that she may not be making comment here
    for several days – she is OK but in a VERY stressful situation right now.
    I think she will need lots of Big Hugs.

  17. I think Jimmy has shared the throwback strip before. It reminds me of when I was single and a female barber asked if I wanted my hair shampooed. Like Arlo, I really enjoyed it.

    My son completed the Boston Marathon with a time of 3:10. He was hoping for a 2:50, but conditions were a bit warm for this time of year. I think that he qualified for the race last September in nearly the same weather (72Β°) but he had been training in the warm weather last summer. The heat was a bit too much shock to his system. The police presence in Boston was overwhelming.

  18. Today’s strip reminded me of the old Louis Jordan 40’s tune, “It must be jelly, ’cause jam don’t shake like that!”

    Pax vobiscum. God bless us every one.

  19. Where does cricket bat comment appear? I seem to be missing part of conversation here, can’t find it. Dickenson and I are on front porch again. I love the south. If I stay here I will blimp up again.

    Mark, I cannot imagine you with a shaved head. Sorry. Like Bull on Night Court?

    My hair dresser once got me to cut mine really short, like a man’s cut. Went to Dallas market and everyone thought I was coming out. I wasn’t.

  20. Ghost, I think you may still use a shrubbery, at least if you can say “Ni” (my auto-correct won’t allow the exclamation point without changing to “No!” I wonder if that is an editorial judgement on Monty Python?)

  21. Back in my 20’s I had a, to borrow GR6’s term, a P&PHS. She, however, took full advantage of her assets and wore low cut, tight tops and Star Trek bras. She certainly earned good tips, and it didn’t hurt that she could cut hair well and was friendly as could be.
    For the past 20 or so years the only one to cut my hair is my wife. She also cuts hair well and is friendly but rarely, anymore, will she wear the low cut top and Star Trek bra. And when she does I’d better plan on taking out for the evening!

  22. She wears the low-cut top and Star Trek bra every time she cuts your hair, and you get to show off your fresh haircut when you take her for dinner. Win-win. πŸ™‚

  23. Defend yourself with a frozen fish? An oar? Nope, much too dangerous, sez the police.

    From the British government’s Police National Legal Database website:

    Question 589: Are there any legal self-defence products that I can buy?
    Answer: The only fully legal self-defence product … is a rape alarm.

    Good luck with that.

  24. I’ll be thinking about Debbe. There used to be an Oar House Restaurant in Pensacola. A couple of medium quakes in the Philippines. The Pacific plate is pushing on a much smaller plate which is then pushing on a smaller plate. I think that the Philippines will have a major quake soon.

  25. I have tried 3 times to post a link to this birdcam. I surrender. Search for bellahummingbird. There is a hatchling in the nest. Located in California so will be daylight for a while yet.

  26. My backyard is full of dandelions…

    In
    Chicken Soup for the Gardener’s Soul by David Matz, where a father, in his effort to create the perfect lawn, is on his hands and knees, screwdriver and garbage sack in hand, attacking the “little yellow devils.”

    Trouble was, it was Saturday and he’d promised his 4-year-old daughter Kayla they’d go fishing. Here’s how the father-daughter conversation went:

    “Pickin’ flowers, Daddy?” Kayla asked.

    “Yes, dear,” he said, digging furiously at a tough root.

    “I’ll help,” she offered. “I’ll give some to Mommy.”

    “Go ahead, sweetie,” he answered. “There’s plenty.”

    An hour passed, and yellow splotches still remained.

    “You said we’s going fishin’ today,” Kayla complained.

    “Yes, I know, dear,” he said. “Just a little more flower picking, okay?”

    “I’ll get the fish poles,” Kayla announced.

    He labored on, prying up one stubborn root after another.

    “I found some worms under a rock, Daddy,” Kayla piped up. “I put them in a cup. Are you ready?”

    “Almost, honey.”

    More minutes dragged by.

    “You picked ‘nough flowers, Daddy,” Kayla insisted impatiently.

    “Okay, honey, just a few more,” he promised. But he couldn’t stop. The compulsion to finish the job was overwhelming.

    A few minutes later, a tap came on his shoulder.

    “Make a wish, Daddy!” Kayla chirped.

    As he turned, Kayla took a big breath, puffed, and sent a thousand baby dandelion seeds into the air.

    He picked her up and kissed her, and they headed for the fish pond.

  27. My mom saw two hummingbirds on her feeder about three weeks ago. They must have been headed further north as they apparently didn’t come back. But she saw one yesterday, so perhaps the local area contingent has arrived.

  28. I was at Wally World earlier, buying more ammo for the Zombie Apocalypse (just kidding), and checked out behind a very fit-looking young redheaded lady who appeared to have just come from a fitness class (she actually looked as though she might have been the instructor), wearing a white sports bra, a loose pink tank top with the words “Wonder Woman” on it; and black yoga pants. It occurred to me that the more I see of women wearing yoga pants, the more I see of them.

    Heck, if I had as nice a tushie as she did, I’d probably wear yoga pants, too. πŸ™‚

  29. Great headline from the Times Picayune in New Orleans:

    Catch crabs, earn cash

    Story is about wildlife researchers tagging blue crabs before releasing them in Louisiana. Folks who catch these tagged ones and report the requested information will be paid.

  30. I didn’t think you could kill a Zombie by shooting it since they are the Living Dead? Of couse I have refused to watch the impending disaster, what with having turned off the television.. wait, that’s the upcoming presidential election isn’t it?

    Think about it. The Living Dead.

  31. Good morning Villagers….

    Thanks Old Bear for conveying my thanks…and I do thank ALL of you for your well wishes and prayers and concern. Been reading, just not posting until now.

    My Izuzu is dead, husband only had liability on it…Ian hit a tree not more than 300 yards from my driveway, lost control in the gravel and driving too fast. Husband called Sheriff, and Ian was arrested for DUI (his first one). The Boss posted bond the next afternoon. We talked a lot on our way there. Even The Boss didn’t understand why husband called sheriff since it was almost in my front yard. A lot of animosity between Ian and husband. The Boss told me I should have my own realty show. Andrew thinks he can get replacements and fix it…I hope, because we are driving a borrowed Ranger that is almost on its last ‘wheel’. So if anyone has a good deal on a used car….

    Enough of that…..thanks for the music links Mark, and you too GR

    On Tuesday the Corp came in to weigh eggs, had two augers out…one at our house (it looked like a ball of yarn it was so bad), and then another auger out at the other hen house. I jokingly told him I almost had a heart attack when I saw it….he said “I thought you had to have a heart to have one of those” πŸ™‚ We like to tease each other……

    Think the country side is coming to life…farmers spreading manure and planting…I love this time of year…..rebirth. I’ve joked with Ian that when I’m cremated to spread my ashes in the pit…that way I’ll be all over the country side πŸ™‚

    best go……later

    oh…..I have a quote: ‘when in doubt, mumble’

  32. Debbe πŸ˜‰ Someone once told me that “Life is a freakin’ soap opera.” All too true sometimes, isn’t it?

    Someone else once told me, “Improvise, adapt and kick butt.” Something tells me you’re pretty good at that. As always, prayers and hugs, hon.

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