Today’s oldie A&J isn’t so moldy; it’s from 2014. I recently turned in a week of Arlo & Janis that included only one cartoon with more than a few words. I really didn’t notice this until I’d almost finished the batch of six. You’ll know that week when you see it. Most of the strips were like the one above, with only one panel of dialog, if any. I do this more often the longer I’m at this game. I take a bit of pride, because it’s an old saw in the biz that a cartoon which can be understood without words is a “pure” cartoon, while a cartoon which can be understood without the drawing isn’t really a cartoon at all. Perhaps that is a bit extreme. If it literally were true, “Henry” and “The Little King” would be the greatest comic strips ever. However, I get it, but as usual there’s a happy medium. That is one thing that sets a comic strip apart from other forms of cartooning. It is a happy marriage of image and word, a little play within which the two components reinforce one another. I must remember that.
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Working, Jackie. Don’t know about everybody else.
Happy National Pi Day.
Early start today (just what I needed on second day of DST) because I have a late morning appointment with my dentist for a crown. And no, not the kind of crown that makes me a prince; the kind that makes me a pauper.
I hope that Debbe’s absence the past couple of days is just DST-related and nothing more serious.
Jackie, it’s Pi Day (that’s 3.14) so maybe everyone has gone off in search of Pie. š
I think the thing with Bradford pear trees is that they grow fast and have a nice shape so developers love them. Personally I think they stink.
You mean it’s not 31.4% as I put on my Facebook page with the photo of pi? Oops. I failed math repeatedly.
Pi rounded comes out 3.1416
Pi today, gone tomorrow.
I’ve never really minded having dental work done. (Perhaps having a cute little dental assistant snuggled up to me helps.) That said, today’s visit wasn’t as much fun as usual. The temporary crown didn’t come off easily, and a considerable amount of clean up was required when it did come off. The lab had cast the permanent crown too large, requiring a considerable amount of adjustment before it could be placed and cemented between two other teeth. This took twice as long as expected, and now I have sore gum tissue around the crown.
But at least the assistant was cute and snugly. š
Oh, and I got an email offer of a 31.41% discount on a computer (which I don’t need) for Pi Day.
I celebrated by buying eight floribunda roses, two dogwoods, two tulip magnolias, a cypress tree cluster and a sand plum tree and 36 azaleas. We all celebrate differently being alive.
I will not leave town until all this is planted in ground. No more trusting minions.
Ghost, sorry about teeth. We really should compare our beautiful smiles. Mine is a stoic Native American dentist, descended directly from the founding Chief of the Muskogee Nation and a master dentist with impeccable work.
Things are certainly going to smell good around your place, between the roses and the magnolias.
Dearest Ghost: Good grief! I really feel bad about your unlucky dentist visit. I sure hope the crown will be good for a long time with no problems. Coincidentally, I’ll be visiting my dentist tomorrow afternoon for the exact same thing. She is so long-experienced and painstaking, I expect all will go well. Will report afterward.
Dear Jackie, your planting plans are marvelous; I wish I could see them. When they are flowering, I mean. (Wish I could have seen you in the elegant outfit at WalMart.)
Miss Charlotte it is 82 degrees here now and I shed the bohemian cut appliques coat and scarf but I am still wearing the burgundy leather jeans and fitted French olive blouse circa WWI. With beaded ballet slipper toes and a turquoise and agate beaded necklace. Not letting down my standards for Walmart!
Back for another van load of plants. I am setting my alarm for daylight tomorrow and ask Mark to call me and make sure I get up. I can smell flowers and see them. Like a race horse.
ok, what hour do you want the call?
I am home, but sticking close to the phone or being sure that I have my cell. Mother was supposed to be under hospice care by now and hospice is more than willing to take her, but medicare has changed their rules and apparently you have to be five minutes away from dying to qualify for hospice now. The doctors are trying to get some diagnosis that will help. If you’ve ever been the author of reports for the government you know what I mean.
JJ -Where have u been? We need updates please.
Let us know the DNA results, please, Jackie. I find that an absolutely fascinating “sci-fi” thing to be able to do.
I will Nancy no matter what ethnicity appears. I have ALWAYS wanted to be able to do this. I remember going to the Seattle Worlds Fair in 1961 or 62, forget which, and seeing that DNA spiral spinning around and thinking that thing that looked like a giant balloon decoration contained all the secrets of each of our lives.
Science fiction.
Mark call me at 7:00 a.m. and make sure I get up. I will put clothes and breakfast out tonight. I have a LOT of planting to do but I want to make sure I can see snakes!
Thanks, Sweet Charlotte. Not my dentist’s fault; he’s good. And a direct descendant of my former dentist (father/son; yes, I’m on my second generation of dentists).
Jackie, I’ve given some passing thought to doing the DNA thing. I’d be interested in hearing of your experience with it, service-wise.
Didn’t realize Mark was running a wake-up service. š
Will do Jackie. Ghost, my phone wakes me up and I have to start work at 7. So ok to do this for Jackie. Personally, this morning and afternoon looked just like yesterday’s real-time strip. It was still dark at 7 and daylight till 7. It shouldn’t be daylight at 7 here for at least a month yet. DST, Bah, Humbug!
Mark, be thankful you’re not Chinese. The country crosses five time zones, all clocks are set on eastern most, Beijing, time. Everyone rises and goes to work at the same hour. Tradition harkens back to the time when every city had a bell tower and a drum tower to announce the start and end of the work day.
Mark is working when I SHOULD get up. Left to my own devices I stagger out about 10-11 and Thursday I have to be in Tulsa for a test by 9:30 so Mark will probably get asked to call me and get me up for that one too. I forgot to ask my minion to put Scotland the Brave on my phone but I will. I live two hours from the medical center.
My workmen are always relieved I am still breathing. I know they must debate coming in and poking me like Arlo did Ludwig.
Ghost: Today I also had my crown permanently installed, with a similar clean up, installation of a couple of pins in the stump, and cementing with the bitterest cement I’ve ever had the misfortune of tasting. The big difference is the cute assistant allowed the male student who’d been observing her all morning to take her place. š
Well, that’s no good, TR.
Oddly, I too noticed today the cement was much more bitter tasting than it had ever been. Some company rolled out a new version, perhaps?
Sandcastler, my goodness, I never knew that. It’s mind boggling now I think about it.