Ben (MWAM) raises the question of the weird sand, albeit not perfectly. Assuming he dug holes deep enough so that only the boys’ shoulders and heads would stick out, and only wide enough for them to fit snugly into, they might actually have gotten stuck.
However, comics often depict people buried in sand, unable to emerge. This is what distinguishes comic sand from the sand you find on beaches or in dunes, or in Michigan, both.
Today is National Chop Suey Day, here in Day of Dave (AMS)Whamond draws the court cryptically, no doubt hoping not to offend the Chinese and New England Americans by distinguishing between the kind of chop suey that makes sense And the kind that doesn’t make sense.
When I started editing a newspaper in Maine, I was surprised at how many notifications we received from groups hosting chop suey dinners. I soon learned that they were serving what I grew up calling “Hungarian goulash,” which it isn’t either.
On the other hand, Chinese chop suey is only marginally Chinese. These two Wikipedia links will tell you more than you wanted to know about both dishes.
And if you don’t like either type of Chop Suey, Rhymes with Orange (KFS) reminds us to be thankful that you did not fall victim to purchasing a share of the harvest that contained a quantity of vegetables you would not have wanted in that quantity, or perhaps at all.
Unless this is the case.
A good portion of kale could help Sherman and Megan through the parental crisis unfolding this week Sherman’s Lagoon (AMS)And let me point out here that while I don’t particularly like kale, I am a huge fan of collard greens and I also like mustard greens.
However, greasy green requires ham hocks, which in my opinion cannot be imitated by the fake meat people.
Comparison of the day
Fadi Abou Hassan – Cartoon Movement
Finger millet — AMS
Betty — AMS
I understand that Hassan is suggesting that the kids waste their time on Tik Tok or wherever instead of reading books, and I admit that unlike Betty and Alex, they don’t read books on Kindles.
But “Crabgrass” builds a bridge between the two and tells the story of Kevin, a well-known lazybones who, to the surprise of Miles, who reads a lot, immerses himself in reading a fantasy novel.
I probably got the wrong impression of young people during my years as an editor of a youth magazine, because I obviously saw a lot more kids like Miles than like Kevin.
On the other hand, there are more ways to absorb information than by reading. Videos and podcasts are not my medium, but they are very interesting for many people, especially young people who are not die-hard readers.
You can’t assume that the kid jumping from one Tik Tok to the next is watching car crashes and food fights. Many of them are concerned with science, history and politics.
Likewise, you can’t assume that a person reading a book is reading Tolstoy or Barbara Tuchman. Maybe they’re reveling in Belva Plain or Tom Clancy.
Here is a solution: talk to a child.
(I was going to write “talking to a child,” but they get enough of that already.)
I know I’ve told this story before, but it’s worth repeating. Ellis Rosen Cartoon provides an excuse.
I took a year off from college to write. When I returned, I ran into one of my professors who was impressed that I had completed the first draft of a novel. He said he really wanted to write a book when he retired.
Then he retired and died shortly thereafter.
My novel wasn’t very good, but at least I don’t have that fear of “someday” hanging over my head.
The joke in Pablo Helgueras Cartoon is that there are actually a few canvases hanging on the wall of this gallery. I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be the case.
An alternative to getting things done is to become an entrepreneur. And if you really don’t want to get stuck in a rut, staying busy is one of the best ways to do it.
There was a popular graffiti at the time that read: “Don’t just do anything. Stand still.”
This isn’t necessarily a call to meditation, but as Thoreau said, “Our lives are wasted on trifles. Simplify, simplify.”
I don’t like it when the last panels apologize for a pun, but I don’t know of a good punchline for it. Rabbits vs Magicbecause what he says is more true than funny.
One of my alternatives to sitting down and writing was to get an MFA in writing. An MFA has two benefits: one, you meet people who can help you find a publisher, and two, you learn to write the kind of pressed pulp that publishers buy and book clubs praise.
It’s not that they treat you badly when you write. They teach you to write the way you’re expected to.
But what they teach you most of all is how to become a person who teaches writers, how to become a person who teaches writers. Yes, it’s a kind of pyramid scheme.
A college friend got an MFA in acting from a prestigious program and went on to work in commercials, then television, then Broadway, and finally movies. I asked her if there were ever class reunions and she said no, because she was the only one who stuck around and became an actress.
And I suspect she would have done it anyway.
Speaking of extruded prose, today’s Speed Bump (Creator) agrees with some of the things I have noticed and complained about. I am an excellent complainer.
I smell the stench of artificial intelligence in many places. I can’t prove it every time, but Coverly’s concept of “artificial empathy” sums up the feeling.
It was bad enough that before the introduction of artificial intelligence, Bing summarized the opinions of most people rather than reflecting the knowledge of experts on a topic.
Now Google is filling its directories with a dose of AI-powered gibberish, and the synopsis on IMDB is starting to read as if it was written in another language by someone who barely understands the film and then poorly translated by a machine.
We are entering an era of obligatory mediocrity. Once again, SNL has produced not a comedy, but a prophecy:
