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.
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TR, all those things in that article are things which in the everyday medical community are regarded as “mouse milks,” drugs and treatments that do no good. For example, my boss decided before I came to work with her that Prozac, etc, did no good for depression, and she has always scoffed at vitamin therapy, fish oils, etc. Her rule is that if a drug is going to do good, you can tell it within a month, and if it doesn’t, it can be discarded. Her rule of rules is, “You can’t improve an asymptomatic patient.” But then, as she says, she is a “mere surgeon” and she expects therapies to work where she can see them.
Speaking of scientific inquiry, I looked up that newly discovered mid-fifteenth century lingerie online. (OK, who didn’t see that coming?) Interesting. And makes me think there must have been a Frederick’s of Hollabrunn.
Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.
Thanks, eMb! That is a fine set of relatives to be sorted out sometime.
Lily, I clicked on your name and I’m confused. Is that you with the alien emerging from your chest?
Good morning Villagers…
GR 😉 I’ve only been able to post in the early morning hours, and probably a lot of times it gets overlooked….I did leave a link for you a couple of mornings ago though…..
Indy Mindy, come on down, I’m going to need the help when the hens go out in decontaminating some 75,000 cages….and school is starting the 4th of August around here, so that means less teen help. They start ‘purging’ the house the 13th. And the new hens are almost 24 weeks old and they are coming in on the 25th.
Seems I’ve got some pleurisy in the front and back…was standing and talking to the Boss’s soon to be ex son-in-law about issues on the headers of the belts….turned my head to cough, felt a pop in my back, right below my shoulder blade. I went down to my knees it hurt so bad. He wanted to know what happened and I said I had pleurisy….how often do you get that he asked, and I said maybe twice a year….he said, well, you’re not going to be much good to us for long…..he’s the one that does the cocky name calling. And I did nail him on that issue too.
Enough of that drama…my nephew-in-law delivered the piano last night. It is a 1988 Baldwin Spinette…upright. Very poor condition, out of tune, keys stick..it’ll take about $$$$ to bring it up to playable. Just don’t know what I’m going to do with it. This is eerie, I logged on to my bank account, and once in a while it asks for a password question…what was the first musical instrument you learned to play….you guessed it…piano. Coincidence? I don’t know, but I’ve got an old, stinky piano sitting in my other “living area”….and what to do…what to do.
Ya’ll have a blessed day
today’s grin: http://cheezburger.com/8271537152
Looking at the time stamps, some folks in the Village appear to have had a sleepless night.
Meanwhile, has poor little Meg left behind at the Esso stop while her cellphone is still in the van?
Lily, like Jerry in FL I clicked your name. I was surprised to see how much of your FB page is visible to the public. You might consider tightening the security settings. There’s no reason to give some idiot more of your information than name, rank, and serial number (in fact, not even the serial number!)
Debbe, Jackie and Mindy from Indy, thought you might like this tune:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-A-t2PxRrg
Various knickers being gotten in a twist over on The Dark Side today, I see. But what else, you may facetiously ask, is new?
Mr. Ghost, shows some people don’t know summer dress rules. No knickers or bras during undress season. Cheers how uncouth are those people.
Jerry, you mean my dog? She is not alien, she is my best friend.
David, all that you can see on that link is my pics and my home town. If they can find them from that, good luck! That’s one of the good things about living in a small town, I know everybody on the police force, so stalking is not an option.
OMG Loon! Think you meant sundress season. Still TMI.
Heh, The Dark Side is in full force today. I wasn’t even tempted to join in
It would appear Martine’s hubris has finally gotten the better of her in 9CL. For those who have forgotten the through-line, Bill DOES survive but gets amnesia. (Not to mention delusional, sometimes believing he is a character in a movie.) I am betting Martine does not survive the adventures; failing that, there will be a major double-cross by Martine late next year when this story line ends. Either way, the emotional suffering will be Bill’s downfall.
Dentist, then some packing. Tomorrow I will find out what my now homeless employee will need and donate a large chunk of this mess to her. Two birds and all that.
Loon, speak for yourself. I don’t need a bra under my scrubs ( I still pass the pencil test, fore and aft) but my knickers are with me always. Unless they are the sewn-in ones in my running shorts.
I believe I recently mentioned the relatively small number of sightings of sundresses I’ve made this summer in this area, making it impossible for me to determine whether or not Loon’s undergarment rule is being adhered to locally. Perhaps that is due to the unusually mild temperatures we’ve had lately. For nine of the past ten days here, the high temps have been at or below average. I walked outside last night, noticed it seemed almost cool, and discovered the temperature was 60 F. Late July…Deep South…almost unbelievable.
I sure missed you all and I wasn’t gone a day! Took me awhile to get up to speed.
Convenience stores and chicken houses seem to have as much drama and chaos as florist shops! I kept a t.v. so my employees could keep up with their soaps but we always said we didn’t know why, real life was just as soap-y.
Whichever professor has relatives in Monroe, I could look for you next time I am down there? If you want to find them, that is. It isn’t that big a town, large by Louisiana standards, but middling to a Texan! Mama was bragging about her “plantation” to one of my Texas ranchers and he replied, “M’am our catch pens are bigger than that!”
Love, Jackie Monies
Lady Mindy, perhaps Martine’s fall into the foliage is merely a ploy that will allow her to take off her clothes again, and then stand up and distract the sniper while Bill flanks him. At least, that seems to be one of her favored tactics.
And good on you, too, for helping your homeless employee, no matter how many birds and stones may be involved.
Lily, I have apparently shrunk to 5’1″ with old age. My oldest daughter is 5′ and the youngest 4’10” I think. Her husband says if she were two inches shorter she’d have to sit in a child’s seat under Illinois laws.
I have only been tall in one place, Hawaii, where the office staff would ask me to get something off a shelf as “the tallest.”
Love, Jackie Monies
Lily, it is getting so that when I now think “Lily”, I also think “Lilliputian”. 🙂
Debbe 😉 If you decide repairs to the Baldwin would not be cost-effective, perhaps you can find a trebuchet enthusiast in your area that would like to have it donated to him/her. A “piano fling” would be awesome.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6zmMWfzv38
“Yeah.”
Fling, flang, flung.
Piano done rung.
Fling, flang, flung.
This ditty sung.
Ghost, remember me saying I grew up as a teenager with a “thing” about Brenda Starr and her “mystery man” with the eye patch? Have you considered an eye patch?
Love, Jackie Monies
Lily, one thing to keep in mind. If those photos were shot with a cellphone they may have a geolocation encoded into them unless that feature was turned off first. With the right know-how, those geolocations can be matched to GPS to get location where they were taken. Google this: I Know Where Your Cat Lives
You mean something like this, Jackie?
http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Film/Pix/pictures/2010/10/5/1286290623982/True-Grit-4-006.jpg
Looks like it works for Jeff.
Interesting factoid: John Wayne’s Rooster Cogburn had a patch over his left eye, while Jeff Bridges’ Rooster Cogburn had a patch over his right eye.