I like this one, even if it is from just last year. Plus, it somehow seems to fit our ongoing discussion about content and advertising on the Web and about changes coming to the GoComics Web site. Probably you think I know a lot more about these changes than I’m telling, but I don’t. I don’t know more than you, although I am a lot more curious, believe me. I will admit to a brief conversation with Aaron Weber, the young man in charge of developing the new site, and he stressed that the changes will be far beyond cosmetic. Whether they are fooling themselves remains to be seen, but I do believe the folks at Universal Uclick are serious about exploring the future of “printed” comics. I am excitedly trepidatious, or trepidatiously excited. Mostly, as I stated yesterday, I will wait and see.
308 responses to “Hossing Around”
The Smoot’s are permanently marked on a Charles River bridge where the whole affair unfolded. Mr. Smoot all 5’7″ of him was repeatedlyused to measure the bridge length. Later in Mr. Smoot’s he was head of a national association of standards, a fitting honor.
A couple of years ago, I gave my 5:00 AM gym partner a “Suck it up, Buttercup” t-shirt. She loved it.
I suppose I can now confirm that I have stressed out from the stress of attempting not to stress out the past couple of months. For I have lost a plate. No, not a metal plate that should be in my head; a medium-size white china plate.
A while back, when it became obvious I need to be more involved in my mom’s daily activities, one of the things I noticed was the plate she used most often for microwaving and eating from. It was a heavy but well-used and battered plastic plate that had perhaps come with a frozen meal some years previously. Without saying anything to her, I purchased four small white dinner plates to replace the plastic one. She absolutely loved them and ate just about every meal from them prior to having to go to the nursing home, and she commented every time how much she liked them.
Naturally, they were some of the first items I moved from her apartment, both for sentimental reasons and because I subscribe to the theory that eating smaller portions from a small plate will help one not to overeat. Now one of the four has gone missing. Angus? Beats me.
Llee, a five percent decrease in wine production is five too many. And I seriously doubt the decease will be in the production of Thunderbird or Mad Dog 20/20. 🙂
BTW, I finally got started reading your blog recently. You may have had a more diverse work history that I.
Jean dear, you doing OK? Just checking to make sure you haven’t gone Tango Uniform on us.
Ghost, no larceny required; I make the phrase “deliberately roll together” a gift to you. Could the errant plate have wandered into the fridge and be hiding beneath foil-covered leftovers? Is it possible that only three were relocated to your place and the fourth is playing hide-and-seek at her place?
Had mushroom ravioli with yellow squash, spinach and mushrooms with garlic mushroom light creme sauce. It was great and fast. I miss having someone to cook with, chopping, dicing, sautéing, slicing. I love to cook but I like company besides just eating it.
Is the production decrease in Europe and on the better ones of the vineyards? I am shocked at the amount of Australian, New Zealand and South American wine I am seeing now. I honestly never drank wine from anywhere but Europe, mainly French, or better California wines.
Now there are hundreds and hundreds of new labels I have never heard of. You are bad influence, my house sitter left some bottles of my wine open. I will see if they are drinkable still.
Yes, the Winsome White, Six Miles Cellars, Lake Erie is delicious. I am sorry they only left me half a glass. A small wine glass at that.
I have several New Zealand varietals, mainly sauvignon blancs. Quite a few reds in cabinet. I need to go visit a few wine shops for me and see what I find. There is a cabernet sauvignon I bought in Columbia Valley, Washington that intrigues me because it has exact label design as a New Zealand I had called Thorny Rose. Exact. Bit odd.
Next time I am in Arkansas in winery area I will stop in. Not too far away and Oklahoma had several vine yards as well . I think most of ours failed.
I am going to start leaving what Hal types. You will think I drank more than 5 ounces.
Thanks for the gift of the phrase, Smigz. I’ll try to do you proud re its future usage. 😉
Good thinking on the MIA plate, but one of things I did yesterday on my day off was to remove anything from the frig that showed signs of trying to become a science project, so I know the plate is not there. Also, everything was removed from her apartment back in early July after she went into the nursing home in late June. I know it was missing before I was out of town last week and part of this week, but now I can’t remember exactly how long. I’ve about run out of places to look for it.
Debbe 😉 If only we could be…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtFEzhaNrT4
I drink only reds, most California cabs. I got one of these a couple of years ago, and it seems to do an excellent job of preserving wines after they are uncorked. I haven’t had to declare any drinking wine a cooking wine since I got it.
https://www.amazon.com/Vacu-Vin-Vacuum-Bottle-Stoppers/dp/B000GA3KCE/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1477024185&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=wine+vaccun+stoper
My favorite reds were always Joseph Drouhin, French of course. I just read prices and reviews and still sinfully affordable and sinfully good acording to on line bloggers. I had a Drouhin Beaujolais Villages let month in Port Townsend, inexpensive and still great drinking wine.
Oh my gawd, Jimmy really does listen to us. I love today’s new strip .
For those of you who were able to follow my link, it’s from the faq for a Usenet group that’s sometimes referred to as the Scary Devil Monastery. (This is an anagram of the actual name.) For those of you who enjoyed the definition of the Lovelace, thanx; I created it over fifteen years ago and got it accepted into the faq.
Good morning Villagers….
Well, Dad is settled in at the nursing home. He didn’t go in as a resident, but for rehab….Amen, Unfortunately, his room is right across the hall from the room where Mom lived. My three younger sisters got him settled in as I’m trying to get as many hours as I can at work. Number one (that be me 🙂 ) daughter will go in and harass him after work.
Ian was working on email situation when I went to bed. Woke up to his domain, and had to click on Microsoft Edge…do not like Microsoft Edge. Give me my Chrome back. Oh, and it didn’t want to show me today’s strip either….dang the bad luck.
Smigz, did you ever say about where you lived?
Tried to click on Llee’s name, it didn’t want to go there…wanted to see her paintings. Llee, I’ve seen your work on your site and you are a very gifted lady.
have a blessed day one and all
debbe
GR 😉 it wouldn’t let me bring up your link either…
Debbe, good to hear a few of your pot holes are getting repaired.
JJ, you pulled a good one today. Love that momentarily lost look on Arlo’s face before he caught the humor. Well played!
There is a kicker named Sucop. Boy when he misses a kick…
“Is that you, Brad?”
Is this going to turn into one of their fantasy thingies? If so, tomorrow’s cartoon could be interesting.
Trying to think how to phrase my late husband’s comments about me and Pitt and Cruise in a way that is no worse than PG-13 for this group. Can’t because it’s not funny if it’s cleaned up.
One involves word “down” and the other “on.”
Husbands do sometimes know our fantasies.
Dickens the Adventure Dog is back asleep on my left leg on that knee that needs replacement. Skipper the Kitler cat is purring to my right. It is 48 degrees and I don’t want to get up and out from under comforters. It is snuggly.
Does anyone remember the one that involved Arlo answering “Es Pedro, the cabana boy,” or something to that effect?
Remember when Arlo shared his fantsy about real neighbor?