OK, I promised you more “wild art.” How’s this? I drew this to be the cover of my book. Beaucoup Arlo & Janis, but I chickened out. I didn’t want to have to listen to all the juvenile giggling and hooting which I knew would ensue (No, not you!) or to that annoying tut-tutting about children reading the comics. I told you: I chickened out. Instead, I went with a more staid version of a Rodin theme which I thought turned out well enough.
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Actually I did try to explain I was Episcopalian/Anglican and that we celebrated the souls of the dead. Well! That set him off. He was just like my grandmother: “Hell’s full of Episcopalians!”
So I gave up and didn’t put up my decorations while they lived there. By then I decided maybe I was offending others as well, so I switched to more innocuous ones.
The funniest thing I remember about the Green Witch was when the UPS man took out my neighbor’s brick mailbox on the circular street looking at me. When I began doing toddler story hours I switched the Hilda, the Friendly Witch.
Mother Goose was my favorite persona, with wire glasses, a mob cap, apron and a big market basket with a big Jemima Puddleduck inside. Unfortunately I would no longer need fake gray hair, lines in makeup or padding today.
Love, Jackie
Well drat, foiled again. Repost
Jackie – I’m here. It’s just been one of *those* weeks. My big shipment of goods is “supposed” to arrive around 10:30am. It finally showed up at 4pm. Yeah. I came in at 5am, I really wanted to wait until late afternoon for a delivery. I’m down by two crew members, and one of the guys from another store, who I had scheduled for some odd shifts, was let go today. With some scrambling, I got it all covered.
Re planes and boats – I can fly and I can float, but commercial flying is the pits, and my most vivid memory of boating is the terrible case of chiggers I got from that old, crusty canoe. (I fully sympathize with Arlo after that stint in the tree.) Give me my Herbie any day.
OMG! How can anyone type with the Android system?! It keeps adding extra spaces after an auto-correct, and heaven help me if I use a word with an apostrophe in it. And don’t even get me started on self correcting a word and a whole NEW word pops up starting with the first corrected letter I type! My iTouch has spoiled me.
example: This is me typing without correcting the auto-correct. I’very almosteoporosis given up using this silly thing for anything buthat Facebook or surfing the internet. This is so frustrating .
PS – love, LOVE the outtake. Ha!
Goodnight, the dishes can wait until morning. Sorry, Lily! You said you weren’t coming anyway.
I am getting up early and eradicating Johnson grass, attractive as the seed heads are. I don’t have any cows to make hay for.
Mindy, I would not manage a convenience store for all the tea in China, as my mama says!
Love, Jackie
Mindy and Jackie, around here the convenience stores are nicknamed the poor man’s ATM. Hope you find a better business to work for soon. Stay safe!
emb: Comets travel through the near-vacuum of space… so no one should be able to smell or hear anything, no matter what they do in the films or tv shows.
have fun folks. http://maps.geotastic.org/rude/
Here in Texas, the convenience stores are called “The Stop and Rob” 😛
Before the days of cell phones, I stopped in late one night around Katy, TX for gas. It was a store I knew policy of and guys in black muscle shirts and gold chains should not have been behind the counter. They couldn’t operate pumps, credit card machines, etc. and customers besides complaining were blithely handing them money.
I got to a pay phone and called police. My friend who managed a branch of same chain could not tell me anything except that the guys were emptying the safe which was timed. taking all cash anyone would hand them instead of cards and hopefully the clerk was tied or taped up in fridge. Apparently, standard operating procedure.
What stunned me was I seemed to be only person who realized what was going on.
Love, Jackie
Wow! Couple of thoughts:
Love the sneak peek at unpublished work, that’s a very cool thing to share. Thank you!
Love the gag for the gag itself – truly, that captures the spirit of the comic.
Obviously, A&J (like most syndicated strips) needs to hew pretty close to “family fare” in order to keep newspaper editors happy, but the first thing that drew me to the strip was it’s ability to sail very close to that “line” without going over it.
I’m sure in the wastebasket are a fair number of strips that went over the line and got yanked back, that’s an inevitable consequence of this kind of thing, right? But what I wonder is, did you ever just write/draw something that you flat-out KNEW was never gonna see the light of day? Just ’cause you couldn’t let a good idea go? And then shelved/binned it yourself?
Not asking you to share it, mind you, just curious about the process behind finding that line. 🙂
Peace,
-McD
Since I went all day yesterday without commenting on the PG-13 rated artwork of A&J: The Kiss Models, I’m surprised no one inquired as to whether I’d shuffled off this mortal coil. (Or shuffled off to Buffalo, whichever you prefer.) But about the Kiss Models, I will now say, “Holy Moly! And I’ve at times worried about some of the things *I’ve* posted here! I don’t think I’ll do much worrying about that anymore.”
What happened was that, after my Mom had a wonderful day on Wednesday, things began to go pear-shaped Thursday morning. She felt really weak and crummy, but what bothered me most was the chest pain of which she was complaining, in the area where she had been irradiated. She resisted going to see her doctor, so I told her she had until the next morning (when she had a scheduled follow-up appointment) to get well. Friday she was better, but not well enough to suit me, so I packed her up to go see her oncologist, who ordered an x-ray, the results of which also did not suit either him or me, so off we went to the ER. By 3:00 PM, she was admitted to the hospital with a Dx of congestive heart failure and atrial fibrillation. But she had a good night and is responding well to the meds they are giving her; has had her morning chest x-ray and EKG; and is currently awaiting the arrival of the hospitalist on his morning rounds.
Good morning, all. We were our patients hospitalists this morning. Ten mile run this morning, and it went great. I am at over sixty miles this week!
Ghost, glad your mom is feeling better.
And I will add that the Dark Side have outdone their sorry selves this morning, getting sex out of a meta-joke about “Peanuts” 😛
Ghost, it’s a good thing you shuffled your Mom off to her doctor! Glad she is doing better, and I hope you are taking care of yourself, too!
Well, I did worry about you Ghost but hoped you had a date or a day off or something after your bout with mom’s cancer. Sorry it was not that.
We are about to get slammed again, they found another mass in Mike’s chest but he didn’t let me go along. “Just routine”. So he shows up home totally upset but had not asked what, where, nothing! So, that is what we know. Nothing.
We start a new round of tests, biopsies and surgery is what we all anticipate, not what we’d hoped for.
And my lady gardener quit and took off into hiding, from ex-husband who she thinks is stalking her.
About JJ, Ghost I cannot believe you worried about JJ and what he might think of us! Don’t you remember, “we are the people our parents warned us about.” JJ draws and writes about us, so far as he can go with censors. The Arlo Award wasn’t created for no reason at all.
We are lucky Arlo and Janis weren’t sailing nude, or at least Janis.
Sailing nude at night in cockpit was a favorite of many. My friends from NZ and Australia tell me it is done at all hours over/down there.
By the way, not only are the stars done right in the sailing vignette but the moon’s road to the boat is too. That is a good sailing drawing, period.
Good day, I have to cook breakfast for mom and get her hair done.
Love, Jackie
Good catch on that convenience store deal, Jackie. As you noted, most people seem to spend their lives wandering around with their heads “up and locked”. As I’ve mentioned before, if you don’t maintain situational awareness of what’s going on around you, you are much more likely to be the victim of accident, injury or violent crime.
Sorry to hear that about Mike. But as always, we’ll continue to hope for, pray for, and expect the best.
Thanks, Lily. Thanks, Jean dear. And Munchkin, I’ll have to take your work about happenings on the Dark Side this morning. The hospital W-Fi allows me access to this blog but not gocomics.com. And I’m happy to hear that ghosts figure so prominently in your casa’s Hallow decorations. 🙂
Ghost, you become more aware once you have been kidnapped in broad open day light at 2 p.m. surrounded by thousands of oblivious tourists!
Which is not to say it couldn’t happen again. Once upon a time I could not even walk into a convenience store without a panic attack, now I think nothing of it. My defense mechanisms have all slid down to the ground.
And I no longer walk around with an automatic in my pocket either.
Love, Jackie
Trucker: What I posted was, “Quote from MPR’s daily news email, this item concerning the gasses emitted by a comet that has a probe closing in on it: “ ‘It’s quite a smelly mixture,’ she [Altwegg] says. ‘Why didn’t we know comets smelled so bad before?’ ‘That’s mostly because we’ve never been that close to a comet,’ says Altwegg. [The Rosetta mission is now just 5 miles from the comet’s surface.] ‘It’s just like a person: You can’t really get a good sense of a person’s body odor until you’re right up next to him.’ ” Any problems with this quote?
Altwegg, the interviewer, and I all know about the near vacuum of space [and also that we’d be dead without being inside a proper spacesuit or ship, and so not have access to those emissions]. They’re talking about the gasses emitted [NH3, SO2, etc.] The problem, if there is one, is not about the quote’s science.
Happy Saint Crispin’s Day!
“This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”
?#?HenryV?; Act 4, Scene 3
*giggles*
I had you in mind when I posted that, Jackie. And Lily.
Just a few weeks ago, leaving the clinic with my Mom, I was stopped at a light when a SUV wheeled into a lot on my left and a tall skinny dude hopped out of the driver’s side and a tall not-so-skinny gal hopped out of the passenger side. They met at the rear of the vehicle and, as we say in the South, “had some words”. Yeah, their business, except for one detail…she had a two-year-old in her arms. I pulled into a parking area next to where they were stopped; maneuvered my car to where I could see them; and pulled out my cell phone. My Mom, bless her, immediately figured out what I was doing and never said a word.
We watched them for about three minutes, until she obviously prevailed in whatever their confrontation was about…he got a bottle of water and his cigarettes out of the SUV and stalked off down the street. She put the child back in its car seat and drove off. “That was good of you,” my Mom told me.
I would not have physically intervened unless things had escalated to when it was obvious the child was endangered. (The nephew of a friend died on a street in San Antonio some years ago when he tried to stop a man from beating his SO, and the man decided his machismo required him to stab the Good Samaritan to death.) But to paraphrase our President, I have eyes and I have a phone. So look around, people, for the sake of yourself and others.
Wishing the same to you, Lindy, and to all this band of brothers…and sisters!
And prayers for Jackie’s Mike, Ghost’s Mom, and the needs of everyone here.
Your good Mom raised a good man, Ghost. As Red Green says, “Remember, I’m pullin’ for ya. We’re all in this together.”
Thank you, Denise Marie.
Also, everyone remember, “A soft word turnth away Wrath.” Then, while Wrath is looking away, cold-cock it.
Debbe 😉 I hope your finger is healing OK, hon. And also that things are back to what I’m sure you laughingly refer to as normal at work, and that you’re able to take some time off this weekend.