I’m running late today, but I am here! The above A&J from five years ago is a good example of something I mention here rather often. Regardless of what one thinks of the joke itself, it’s a good example of the essential comic strip, one where the words and the art are equally important. Take one away, and the other doesn’t work. No less than Charles Schulz said, it is what makes a comic strip a comic strip.
Is there any other kind?
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461 responses to “Is there any other kind?”
Jackie:
A fellow emeritus in math always does forte wrong.* We’re saying something is not a cartoonist’s strength, right. The French forte means that, is pronounced FORT, and the e is not accented, it’s there to make sure you sound the final t. You don’t sound the e.
*He’s sure he’s right; I no longer respond.
In music, if Brahms wants the band to play loud, he marks the passage forte, but this time it’s Italian, and you therefore pronounce the e, FOR-TAY, still no accent. If anyone catches me doing this sort of thing, tell me.
Peace, emb
Good afternoon, all Wow, what a day. Good thing I love my work or I might be tired.J
Jackie, as for Brooke not being a good military artist, may I adduce: http://s1306.photobucket.com/user/Lilyblack1/media/9CWL2_zpsc5375def.jpg.html
EMB- my French is like Miss Piggy’s! I don’t even do menu French well!
After the episode with Mount Mulch in the back yard, I am no longer allowed to speak Spanish either. That or some other foreign language fiascos. My husband said 13 years of a foreign language and I still can’t say “Dame uno plancho por mi pantelones.”
Which is about how Miss Piggy would speak Spanish probably?
Love, Jackie Monies (who also loves the written language and those who know it)
By golly, Jackie, I believe you’ve figured it out! Makes perfect sense to me.
You mean the sniper is Bert Kronjuwel, the double or perhaps triple agent who is either a Wehrmacht Captain or US Army Captain or both? It had been so long since he was last seen that I had to look back to January…Yes! January!…to see what he looked liked like. But since McEldowney seems to only draw a handful of different faces for all his characters, I’m still not sure. Could be, though.
“Never eat more food than you can lift.”
That was my sister’s favorite Miss Piggy quote.
Jackie, I speak fluent Spanish and I am the office “Interpreter” when monolingual patients come in. It helps that I am dark and look kind of Indian ( :P) so they think I am one of them. One nice lady asked me what part of Mexico I was from, and I was glowing for days. Of course, in the summertime mi pelo es demasiado rubio para ser mexicano.
Speaking of eating, would anyone like to guess how the Ebola virus is most often spread from apes to humans?
I know. Some African kids found a chimp that had died of it and had it for dinner. Moral: don’t eat roadkill
Yeah, it’s called “bushmeat” and it’s not only being used as a food source in parts of Africa, it’s also being smuggled into places like England, where it’s in demand by emigrants as “traditional” food, and sold on the black market. Guess some people would rather eat monkey brains than sweetbreads and steak & kidney pie. Personally, I’d pass on both.
I believe it was Jay Leno who quipped that the British cook and eat all the animal parts everyone else throws away.
The last time I was in France, our barge captain, Phillipe, said that the English kill their sheep twice: when they slaughter it and when they cook it
When those hillbilly yahoos eat roadkill squirrel brains and get Kreutzfeld-Jakob disease it’s the same mechanism
I did same thing, went back and looked at the face(s) after last couple days to see if I could tell if it was indeed our double/triple agent for sure and decided they all looked the same and I wasn’t even absolutely positive Bill was same person back from the arc two-three years ago? In fact, today I thought if you changed Bill’s hair color HE might be the mystery sniper?
But a hundred years ago when I drew cartoon females they could have been the same person except for hair color, eye color and bra cup sizes. And clothing or lack there of. And I sure never got paid very much either! Just enough to say I wasn’t total amateur but no professional.
Love, Jackie Monies
Gee, Jackie, I suddenly think I’d like to know more about your cartooning experiences. 🙂
As to the notion that Martine drilled the sniper’s scope with a Luger round at any range from which she could conceivably hit it, and the sniper then ran away unscathed, I have two words…Moshe Dayan. In 1941, he was looking through binoculars that were hit by a sniper firing from several hundred yards away. Fragments of metal and glass destroyed his left eye, and he wore an eye patch the rest of his life.
I remembered that from a Travis McGee novel I read many years ago. One day I’m going to run out of room in my brain for such trivia.
There was a deal of FB today of a guy with a pistol who popped a balloon at 1000 yards.
Or as the Union General Chamberlain said, “They couldn’t hit an elephant at this dis…”
He rocked that eye patch too.
“One day I’m going to run out of room in my brain for such trivia.” In my experience the trivia crowd out the older stuff, except for the more trivial older stuff. BTW, the notion of our being “totally depraved” is not my idea, it’s specifically Calvin’s, and I expect Luther would basically agree. Ain’t theology wunnerful?
Wait a minute? What disease is it my Aunt and assorted relatives get/may get by sucking out those squirrel brains from the squirrel dumplings/stew?
This is not to say I eat squirrel, which I do not, but I know it was my late aunt’s favorite meal and had to be prepared for her on every visit! And she’d say the same darned thing every time she fished the heads out for herself…… Right up until her death at almost 100 years.
In honesty I am not much of a game eater nor wild fish either but I do know plenty who are.
Love, Jackie Monies
Well, it is pretty generally said in the Bible that all have sinned and come short of the glory of God. I guess that is the same as “depraved” (“morally bad or debased; corrupt”) so I am not so sure that is so different from orthodox theology. C.S. Lewis said that all the saints that left written records thought that they themselves “were vile.” (Mere Christianity”? I think) It was left to scoundrels like Rousseau, whom I despise, to say that men were born good…[N]othing is so gentle as man in his primitive state, when placed by nature at an equal distance from the stupidity of brutes and the fatal enlightenment of civil man.”
Lily, as soon as I read your 1000-yard balloon comment, I said to myself, “That had to have been Jerry Miculek.” Googled it and yep, it sure was. (He’s one of my SWAT ninja’s heroes.)
I feed my Ruger KP89 the same ammo he used, but I don’t expect to duplicate his shot. Or even Martine’s “comic strip” shot.
Jackie, I’m guessing your Auntie would have been incensed by the waste of food demonstrated on the viral video I read about (but haven’t watched) of a man apparently kicking a squirrel over the edge of the Grand Canyon.
Jackie, did you grow up pronouncing “aunt” with a silent “u”? I did.
Ghost, I “still” pronounce AUNT/ANT exactly the same…
David in Austin – Come to Indiana some time. The lower Great Lakes/Wabash Valley dialect is quite similar to a southern accent. We add/delete letters to words all the time. “Put the oinge breffass deshes in thee zinc to be warshed.” It took much heckling and lots of practice to actually say “orange” and not “oinge.” And “for” will forever be “fer;” I finally gave up on that one. Somewhere in my cousin’s barn is a book I bought ages ago entitled (roughly) “Why Hoosiers Can’t Say Indianapolis.” It came with a cd of examples of mangled enunciation. I miss that book, but 20,000+ cubic feet it too much to search through; it is literally filled to (and into) the rafters.
Where I grew up, soft drinks are called pop, and around here they are cokes. I rebel and say soda, and annoy everybody. 🙂
Wowser! There are two other aunt/ant speakers in the Village.