Today’s classic was a subtle—or not—plug for this blog that appeared in newspapers in 2008. When cartoonists first began to insert web addresses and such into printed newspaper comics, a lot of editors weren’t keen on the practice. They felt as if they were forced to share a property after they’d paid for exclusive rights. It was even muttered that syndicates and cartoonists perhaps should pay for “advertising.” The editors might have had a point, but, muttering or no, that horse left the barn a long time ago. What we now call “social media” are an intrinsic fact of life. What, you thought we were going to talk about the art of inking? We will, but not today. Instead, I want to call your attention to the new GoComics web site, which went live this week. I will refrain from comment now, but I very much would like to know your opinion.
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Back at you my elusive spirit. I am lacking inspiration.
https://youtu.be/iol0B-clFFM
All right I am sitting here in my Daisy Fuentes not Daisy Dukes eating breakfast at 2.30 p.m. English muffins and iced tea. Whole grain and unsweetened is the best I can say about that situation.
Picking up kitchen a little and going to find something cheery to listen to besides baroque chamber music and do some exercises. You are right, Ghost, I have given up again and going no where. Heck, my part time house keeper packed up my swim suits and exercise bras and shorts.
Mea culpable, mea culpable. Forgive me, for I have sinned, multiple times. In flesh and in spirit.
Remember how I said national or traditional holidays are horrible for loss or memories if lost loved ones? Martin Luther King day is one for me.
My late husband shared Dr. Kings birthday so we joked about his birthday being a national holiday. It is a hard holiday for me, I remember Dr. King’s death vividly and I cried as many tears for him as I shed for JFK. Of course I cried even more for Bobby.
Think this was the death of my heroes, the ones I innocently admired. Now it also represents the death of another lost dream.
Certainly I will not ask you have a happy holiday, but I will ask you give serious thought to the good Dr. King achieved and his death, the positive changes in human rights our country has made. We have done so much in my lifetime and I am proud to have played a small part.
Based on trending news when I woke up finally we all need to reflect and pray today.
Jackie, you’re in my thoughts and prayers. Thank you for helping us to recall the people and events that have inspired and shaped us.
Jackie, I second your sentiment on a Thoughtful MLK Day. Encourage all to look up your favorite quotations page and read the speech he gave in Stockholm(?) on the occasion of his award, separate from the acceptance speech. Last or maybe two years ago, I think I even found the Nobel Committee themselves have it on their own site.
Not projecting on to you J, and realizing you have more personal reasons, but for myself, I am having a frustration. I am younger, so was raised on MLK’s words as an established fact. And admired him, and others, deeply for it. What I experience now, in the name of continuing the struggle, is a feeling that many people want to pretend that today is the same as Jim Crow Era horror. I prefer to acknowledge that a great many people actually accomplished change many decades ago. They were not empty words of no effect. The idea that the world will ever be perfect is naive, but we are very much nearer now than ever before. I find it very disrespectful to the Rev. King and his message to pretend nothing has changed.
If it matters, I am not sheltered entirely. As a young person, I and my family shopped daily at the Giant Foods shopping center that was the site of a latter assassination attempt. So I had to learn a few things too young. I regret the feeling that this information somehow gives me more standing than a white kid from Wyoming, but there it is.
Ending message now before I attain full head of rant. Hope this is well received. Thank you.
No Morphy I agree with you entirely. I lived Jim Crow. Supporting, much less acting on your beliefs in Dr. King’s day took much courage, even small acts took courage. Larger ones took much courage.
We have come far. Granted a perfect world will never exist but it is indeed better in our country. I am proud of that. Americans should travel outside their comfort zones to see the rest of the world, for better or worse.
Surely you have heard my legend of registering to vote at the courthouse on the day that black Americans were allowed to register freely for the first time in history in my parish?
I did not have to stand in line behind the ropes and guns. The marshals escorted me in personally and right back out to my convertible. I think of that on every election day.
Yes, Jackie, I think I do recall that legendary telling. I’m glad you have good stories of confusing times. Sometimes it is hard for me to remember other peoples stories when I’m trying to tease out threads in my own dusty attic. But seeing it in print, I am reminded.
I also enjoyed the current Arlo and Janis. It portrays the very reason I, and a lot of us if we admit it, are so wasteful as to leave the darn opiate of the masses on mute the entire time I am awake at home. I can make coffee with less theatrics and almost as fast as turning on my morning news.
Though I was disappointed. I was hoping for an authoritative word on Gene’s hair. Sun-bleached or colorist mistake? I miss looking at other strips, but I have to stay current with the Day’s happenings.
As far as I am concerned Gene can use peroxide. I like him blonde.
Yes, if Southerners couldn’t laugh at ourselves we’d be somber Yankees or have all moved to Central America with the rest of the Confederacy.
Mine stayed loyal, fought night riders and the Klang, taught me to treat all people with love and respect and courage.
Had a staircase thought to share. Should have teased, Keeping a-breast of the Day’s happenings.
Klang, huh? I thought Conan the Barbarian and Red Sonja kicked his azz. or was that Buck Rogers?
No Hal has apparently forgotten the past rapidly. Word meant nothing to him. Same with lots of our country apparently.
It’s raining here again.
I did choose Wyoming for the alliterative W. But I also like to needle East Coast progs on Wyoming’s early and continuing efforts at extending rights where staid tradition forbids.
When Michiganders celebrated their first governor lacking a member of any schedule. I was reminded of Washington’s Dixie Lee Ray, who most of us assumed without making an issue of it, checked a couple of today’s alphabet soup boxes. And by that I mean the fluid and questioning melange of gender un-norms.
Guess those Western Stud-muffins were a bit more understanding long before some mountains had a back injury.
I’ve run to far amuck. Thanks for your patience, all.
Through my distracted wanderings I came across Slap Shot (1977). A film that was apparently, surprisingly, one of Paul Newman’s favorite portrayals. With his career that says more about the movie than I would have. But I must admit, if you need a relief from over the top Hollywood, this is a film so earthy it smells of peat moss, or unwashed jock straps packed away in a duffel bag. It feels French in a very Nord Americano way. A simple presentation of simple people leading unsimple lives of their own messing. And somehow coming out on top. Granted that part is Hollywood.
Maybe not, I’ve forgotten how it actually resolves. But it is entertaining how it gets there. The actors obviously enjoyed a certain freedom during production, but held together a production value better than say Caddyshack. A film with its own merits, nearly destroyed by location shooting out of reach of bosses who did not realize the volume of cocaine being consumed. But it was a different time.
Anyway, Slap Shot, it’s no Citizen Kane, but then again it gloriously never tried to be.
Are we all iced in, without power or depressed?
Not I, Jackie. No icing in 60 and 70 degree temps; and I refuse to give in to depression…any more. Non deficere.
I just haven’t had much of note about which to comment the last couple of days. Of course, that’s never stopped me before, but I deferred a number of household projects through the holidays, and I’m trying to play catch up.
Plus, it’s Football Night in America.
You inspired me Ghost to cook a healthy meal, chicken, squash and red peppers in a pepper sauce with Cuban black beans and Spanish rice. Cleaned kitchen and rearranged my roses and flowers, doing laundry now and more cleaning in bedroom.
Finishing with some energetic leg exercises. Hope Springs eternal.
Not going down to depression. Want to truck shop with me? In Mississippi, Louisiana or Oklahoma. I have dealers I can buy from in all three.
Football? Haven’t seen that in over two years.
Today’s strip with Gene. Oh yeah, they are both brutal. Got several tee shirts. Didn’t marry any agriculture boyfriends who might have been a better choice. LOL
Wanted a more normal life. Married a business major who then decided he wanted to be in restaurant business so I put him through a second degree after helping him get first, both financial and hands on help with student papers, etc.
Then I we nt into floral industry that is possibly more brutal. Do none of us have a lick of sense?
I went into trucking at age 49, but had better sense than to become an owner operator. Were I a younger man today considering it, I’d definitely say no to that. Before long the autonomous vehicles will include big trucks, and drivers will become mere cargo handlers. 🙁
Haven’t read any post since before midnight, but pretty sure I’m changing the subject:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bowery#/media/File:Blossom_Restaurant;_103_Bowery_by_Berenice_Abbott_in_1935.jpg
Was looking up Stephen Crane, short-lived 19th c. Amer. writer, and clicked on Bowery [which farther N in Manhattan becomes 3rd Ave.]. Scrolled R from initial photo and got to above shot by one of 20th c’s. top photographers; 1935, I was 5, lived a mile or two from this site.
That sirloin steak for $0.20 was probably not as tender as one you’d get at, say Luchow’s, for maybe $1.50. Scroll L and R for more neat photos.
Peace,
Quite a menu. Interesting, spinach and eggs cost same as that steak.
And JJ has started a new posting, “Where Most Accidents Happen”.
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