tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35016223798779795582024-03-18T21:58:23.162-05:00@tauycreekOverthinking The Born Loser Since 2008Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comBlogger4176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-56083417056457047982024-03-18T17:25:00.000-05:002024-03-18T17:25:00.152-05:00"Prepare for Disappointment" Don't Book a Cruise<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3am6OnRAfIP8UJ5POc0dFWoTWlmnqJfrL7A4uUL9hUOFF0-cKYPhOctuXHLnXbf0nUsOGkScQCfw8hUwXtZjw06StSvUtThJnrUwieqgkVFUTuJCFX6LHhOwqHoQYjQJw46koNRnhuNdv0TtgPnVbzowVPtw3YJReu31Pk4j8kOA5arZ8tGnwhoMH58/s1470/19650823.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="1470" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3am6OnRAfIP8UJ5POc0dFWoTWlmnqJfrL7A4uUL9hUOFF0-cKYPhOctuXHLnXbf0nUsOGkScQCfw8hUwXtZjw06StSvUtThJnrUwieqgkVFUTuJCFX6LHhOwqHoQYjQJw46koNRnhuNdv0TtgPnVbzowVPtw3YJReu31Pk4j8kOA5arZ8tGnwhoMH58/w640-h208/19650823.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 23, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>Proto-Brutus had the opportunity to pay <i>after </i>the cruise but instead opted to pay cash upfront like an idiot. I mean, I think you typically get a refund if the cruise ship freaking sinks but that's just according to some quick internet searching.<div><br /></div><div>Are Proto-Brutus and Proto-Gladys survivors of the <i>Andrea Doria</i>?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2aLPQ1k0VgEhOYyRk7swVjApSKSYBoFAj9JygwHr-sc12i2FTPCSbws4LOkmbchSdhSw-9yGnGEwgPDutFIDmI8mdeiFDdVtFXNQdG3HvURGJHSmwEYCF-Asf7z2qwKLUnWK3VqLG13ZhKnTQCy8oPPZzTMm5FnFfnd2bbjAyrtLlOwCZOegDarP5hm4/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2aLPQ1k0VgEhOYyRk7swVjApSKSYBoFAj9JygwHr-sc12i2FTPCSbws4LOkmbchSdhSw-9yGnGEwgPDutFIDmI8mdeiFDdVtFXNQdG3HvURGJHSmwEYCF-Asf7z2qwKLUnWK3VqLG13ZhKnTQCy8oPPZzTMm5FnFfnd2bbjAyrtLlOwCZOegDarP5hm4/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>I've gotten a fortune cookie like that once. I ignored it. The next one I got said something about friends and I ignored that one too because I don't have friends.<div><br /></div><div>Wilberforce doesn't get Chinese food?</div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-20314312239914489972024-03-17T15:19:00.000-05:002024-03-17T15:19:29.766-05:001-900-Brutus<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJy_dbhmuf7qlpuSRtWkNcAuNh3RJSkuRzWf3YPhXl7t9iU6CpcUq076BCwAFo6wyHKSvzoo6bTit1C37MEprOA7mm9rPC0yz7xPoA1Pjowi3onojdw6_Vl3YkgTgkoMC1X2HGYqWpq5N7ug3GKiuLClHdERcktndSCYp5mkDChHXyCz0TUV24m0ruq4/s1737/19890827.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="1737" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJy_dbhmuf7qlpuSRtWkNcAuNh3RJSkuRzWf3YPhXl7t9iU6CpcUq076BCwAFo6wyHKSvzoo6bTit1C37MEprOA7mm9rPC0yz7xPoA1Pjowi3onojdw6_Vl3YkgTgkoMC1X2HGYqWpq5N7ug3GKiuLClHdERcktndSCYp5mkDChHXyCz0TUV24m0ruq4/w640-h294/19890827.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 27, 1989</td></tr></tbody></table>Why isn't there already a glass of water on the table? This is basic restaurant 101. A glass of water was the norm even back in 1989, right?<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOfCEJ0jRberiR79fcFJfsWv27SAXAiQDKjPJrky_35XmesiE6cmZXUSPKJmf9L37GbYvBBxaBW7KMSHMXP8mlLwNfVpVpB9KGaTptuLB5aXO_zQsAZeqUFUAmMRAc3o6HaC0c5Nk3U3qqvaR7g6OkqlsSkGsfIoH_10lUQ7KgDgz0vQQ-Ltehn7N-d0/s1280/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOfCEJ0jRberiR79fcFJfsWv27SAXAiQDKjPJrky_35XmesiE6cmZXUSPKJmf9L37GbYvBBxaBW7KMSHMXP8mlLwNfVpVpB9KGaTptuLB5aXO_zQsAZeqUFUAmMRAc3o6HaC0c5Nk3U3qqvaR7g6OkqlsSkGsfIoH_10lUQ7KgDgz0vQQ-Ltehn7N-d0/w450-h640/untitled.jpg" width="450" /></a></div>I don't take my phone to bed. I have a watch but only specific people can actually ring through. My boss would not be one of them.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>If you would like to support me or this website, you can <a href="https://ko-fi.com/tauycreek" target="_blank">buy me a cup of coffee over on Ko-fi</a>.</i></b></div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-44166737669511973212024-03-16T12:47:00.001-05:002024-03-16T12:47:22.229-05:00Good News/Bad News<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuzl-F7vHvW2ZBgsHcjtF8aZAHUFqHzMEpu6p0v7QB3jd8MIqQRL91ytFekgC-rvEWsNDQVHYqV1VjYoMaEAI23p_KzGr2_56C9_0d-CKmtJdeMQfwKqZ4CZIkJ9eIILFvuskAMUysr8TSzPyeTEqmWqLRCJBmMgMbwA00SaWFe2PkBdSBpTW6gDjgFg/s1461/19650821.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="471" data-original-width="1461" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuzl-F7vHvW2ZBgsHcjtF8aZAHUFqHzMEpu6p0v7QB3jd8MIqQRL91ytFekgC-rvEWsNDQVHYqV1VjYoMaEAI23p_KzGr2_56C9_0d-CKmtJdeMQfwKqZ4CZIkJ9eIILFvuskAMUysr8TSzPyeTEqmWqLRCJBmMgMbwA00SaWFe2PkBdSBpTW6gDjgFg/w640-h206/19650821.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 21, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>Good news! At least this oasis isn't a mirage. Bad news! This guy is still going to die.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYT_hwSPrFILifGLlIVCab5LoomeGfdm1zN0xKLkMG-wDogZZGqevOFHK0i0YT-nB5oUgiUTfnIKpxztBFZZ0hinFCFbtSjW5iSQIbFzgC_lYEn_uztoe_HDR-wbObkmkqFzEMsneb4qxMvp8rj9uMY6iMqn72ZIxIGIuxkv2e0o6aa7_ci7dH5hdfB4/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYT_hwSPrFILifGLlIVCab5LoomeGfdm1zN0xKLkMG-wDogZZGqevOFHK0i0YT-nB5oUgiUTfnIKpxztBFZZ0hinFCFbtSjW5iSQIbFzgC_lYEn_uztoe_HDR-wbObkmkqFzEMsneb4qxMvp8rj9uMY6iMqn72ZIxIGIuxkv2e0o6aa7_ci7dH5hdfB4/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Good news! Uncle Ted has never had to use memory aid pills. Bad news! Uncle Ted sundowns earlier and earlier every day.Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-52373193824568923292024-03-15T13:41:00.002-05:002024-03-15T13:41:36.699-05:00Shakespeare Didn't Say That<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPkWSw77y1hlmlI_NjkuXOTLTL2IfhgdIkN1oRQyCv07AiMLbutENBK63ogI9iCq6JnO_o4W_0gxrgiNS3m5aWHPWNgWls7K_pLz8xliKhyphenhyphenW_Em9-tWta8_grOOw5J5tNMXPO0qfI0sI2-OLA44_BtPG-_oNO7Pdt35h8NxipRwd_D3D58Xd0OnTiwak/s1481/19650820.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="1481" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPkWSw77y1hlmlI_NjkuXOTLTL2IfhgdIkN1oRQyCv07AiMLbutENBK63ogI9iCq6JnO_o4W_0gxrgiNS3m5aWHPWNgWls7K_pLz8xliKhyphenhyphenW_Em9-tWta8_grOOw5J5tNMXPO0qfI0sI2-OLA44_BtPG-_oNO7Pdt35h8NxipRwd_D3D58Xd0OnTiwak/w640-h206/19650820.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 20, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>This would be my luck. I'd be sent to prison and when I finally orchestrate my escape that's when I'd be pardoned or my conviction vacated or something.<div><br /></div><div>Of course, I would never wind up in prison so if I ever am in prison, it's because I was framed and serving time for a crime I didn't commit so me orchestrating an escape would make sense because of our deeply flawed criminal justice system.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder what Smirdly did and how he got ahold of a hacksaw.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghICzPY7hUd4ct0V7_cB8f6PzuHhm5nj-14wPcDyWDnDoZNDVhKKF-DPidipFx_nEYTM7Oi3ahj-1B9q3n8j0SiDkFz0kM8YrqUgYC7-SRTfWGVA_C5H_kLATVZ9m1hDRtBx_fL2oOCeA08Hd9jxBqf6pKZUfLU0NK3PaPt9SjM_rNOGzsVY9SGZWi0Os/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="900" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghICzPY7hUd4ct0V7_cB8f6PzuHhm5nj-14wPcDyWDnDoZNDVhKKF-DPidipFx_nEYTM7Oi3ahj-1B9q3n8j0SiDkFz0kM8YrqUgYC7-SRTfWGVA_C5H_kLATVZ9m1hDRtBx_fL2oOCeA08Hd9jxBqf6pKZUfLU0NK3PaPt9SjM_rNOGzsVY9SGZWi0Os/w640-h182/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>"Har, har! That's hilarious. Just put in the order and get my food."Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-85616715322822608032024-03-14T23:33:00.002-05:002024-03-14T23:33:18.870-05:00Water, Water Everywhere<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ZISP59wFcNr_ep78JHOGnhadAiQBHu37ho5rFzeQP4pEZ4rqlz6UWDtCKRBre27sKh-zyZ9T7V88nFVeLBQugPTF_zpiOVAnFaAerDogMeNWfFwycCBvBUJDbkxxzG4Hz0XS5EkJGFLKcu9MWlfEvy7UYRW0cIZEBkxwdbVEGwnjyWMxnMjJAeZN1Qg/s1578/19650819.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="1578" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ZISP59wFcNr_ep78JHOGnhadAiQBHu37ho5rFzeQP4pEZ4rqlz6UWDtCKRBre27sKh-zyZ9T7V88nFVeLBQugPTF_zpiOVAnFaAerDogMeNWfFwycCBvBUJDbkxxzG4Hz0XS5EkJGFLKcu9MWlfEvy7UYRW0cIZEBkxwdbVEGwnjyWMxnMjJAeZN1Qg/w640-h210/19650819.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 19, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>I have a lot of questions about this Noah's Ark themed strip. A turtle giving a weather report. That conventional time exists (11 P.M. weather). That news exists! That animals talk. That we're blaming a turtle for God's temper tantrum. But I can't get over that the turtle's name is Maurice Bascombe.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOEMP2UeuIzYoyQJhWuKy7AW0lkQ46Lu_DvMQHEl5lOtKmtLq-QWV8XckjYnXJ0jJ_9dBusj8L7diLKuFtnxsKC1D-BPWnHZONEePLPRWb-jYIhgnwIjB26YS1R02fmaXM8ab9Y_vvLcziPNdrbC4J4tXAGVDth3HPqgXaY5ohBhs1dk1HCbyp_69Jb4/s900/Untitled.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOEMP2UeuIzYoyQJhWuKy7AW0lkQ46Lu_DvMQHEl5lOtKmtLq-QWV8XckjYnXJ0jJ_9dBusj8L7diLKuFtnxsKC1D-BPWnHZONEePLPRWb-jYIhgnwIjB26YS1R02fmaXM8ab9Y_vvLcziPNdrbC4J4tXAGVDth3HPqgXaY5ohBhs1dk1HCbyp_69Jb4/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Oh shit! Veeblefester is on to you, Brutus! Just because you are hanging out at the work watercooler doesn't mean you are doing work. If you keep abusing the watercooler privileges, it will go away and you'll just have to start bringing your own water to work.Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-35156952466199925342024-03-13T19:00:00.003-05:002024-03-13T19:00:40.707-05:00He Just Leaves Those Stacks of Money On the Desk?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_z0IiPFjQF3vXXS8s5qjHoxcg__byx0L1VdAdwbnvA0yZvaW4h_1fvA25Yr5wblRf6macjPLE-I__pMrKGfPJuNDqFXo74B4RA7yIjNty34rPoIRPaPD6m73-SXEQf0YYAlj9gxGNv1tLqCfaa-GLeqS1bzGph4bQ5QEHYPUrKVElBAWucuRThsN8n3M/s346/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="346" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_z0IiPFjQF3vXXS8s5qjHoxcg__byx0L1VdAdwbnvA0yZvaW4h_1fvA25Yr5wblRf6macjPLE-I__pMrKGfPJuNDqFXo74B4RA7yIjNty34rPoIRPaPD6m73-SXEQf0YYAlj9gxGNv1tLqCfaa-GLeqS1bzGph4bQ5QEHYPUrKVElBAWucuRThsN8n3M/w200-h145/untitled.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Remember when Wilbur Weston fell overboard off a cruise ship in <i>Mary Worth</i>? Well, you can relive that moment in <a href="http://www.tauycreek.com/2022/01/maths-homework.html" target="_blank">this repost</a> that has a couple of comic strips plus a history of the temperance newspaper <i>The Crank</i> and where the name Wakansa came from.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmma4gInjNbgBJ0gIQrBVUbMQNhEnEEcU5rzSv5Odgso99mpjG2PUAnbMmfJxTB6LeGo3eFbXhCnPmQqXGRmgp2-urJyw9rTuLcibvxgIctt_zgpWI6o-tGw2HrVQhjJXB5qqCcKAmhs54FFxzbrvofQ5KSU6LlN4LEkfdus9KxvxBuJURKwjsaShHTa8/s1558/19650818.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="494" data-original-width="1558" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmma4gInjNbgBJ0gIQrBVUbMQNhEnEEcU5rzSv5Odgso99mpjG2PUAnbMmfJxTB6LeGo3eFbXhCnPmQqXGRmgp2-urJyw9rTuLcibvxgIctt_zgpWI6o-tGw2HrVQhjJXB5qqCcKAmhs54FFxzbrvofQ5KSU6LlN4LEkfdus9KxvxBuJURKwjsaShHTa8/w640-h202/19650818.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 18, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>I feel another <i>Born Loser</i> character is going to wind up <a href="http://www.tauycreek.com/2024/01/lol-or-youre-fired.html" target="_blank">tied up</a>. I thought there were more comics where someone was tied up.<div><br /></div><div>Honestly, I would just start squirting him. It would confuse and disorient him and who likes getting wet?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvkTuSd5fRAv_FnizONlgNjFtTaffUKgEwHTwWc_ssQku_CTt3J9USniS4EOQTO-DX93uxV8tlx7GQTgPQerY4ljCy65iBbQHpWYeF2xHM0jnYEAzBa8bdGRmliTnv7Vm3eJKetSusf8crWvmhb0bJnVjMXZsbgfmZ8RIkV6lkVDfuxjhzOFolbq4z4E/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="900" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvkTuSd5fRAv_FnizONlgNjFtTaffUKgEwHTwWc_ssQku_CTt3J9USniS4EOQTO-DX93uxV8tlx7GQTgPQerY4ljCy65iBbQHpWYeF2xHM0jnYEAzBa8bdGRmliTnv7Vm3eJKetSusf8crWvmhb0bJnVjMXZsbgfmZ8RIkV6lkVDfuxjhzOFolbq4z4E/w640-h182/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Doesn't Brutus have an office? This strip is very vague about that. I've always pictured Brutus in an office but I guess it's possible he's in a fairly large cubicle. Do his walls go up to the ceiling? Are they detachable?<div><br /></div><div>There is a definite difference between offices and cubicles. It's not that complicated.</div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-21681497629861325602024-03-12T15:40:00.000-05:002024-03-12T15:40:01.968-05:00The Sap Runs Every March<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifXFhf0ikN6FmmRZz8aZ3cXfxKKMaa3CeD7pG3tA9pulhs2NS-3oEFBfm8K6hB_R00ZugXna44-Usadt71cTEL_1DxetdA64tZ8Gtxabku2pcfRU7Ht_rerhS454SThdk0jNdATluFwUDotUeOO0-s1KfEpWLQnQ7luSBRkk8jxRZWh5Nxrw0zBY9ug5w/s1566/19650817.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="1566" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifXFhf0ikN6FmmRZz8aZ3cXfxKKMaa3CeD7pG3tA9pulhs2NS-3oEFBfm8K6hB_R00ZugXna44-Usadt71cTEL_1DxetdA64tZ8Gtxabku2pcfRU7Ht_rerhS454SThdk0jNdATluFwUDotUeOO0-s1KfEpWLQnQ7luSBRkk8jxRZWh5Nxrw0zBY9ug5w/w640-h204/19650817.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 17, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>I need more of Bernardi and His Dog. The dog is wearing a beret! The dog can talk! This is the best train ride ever!<div><br /></div><div>One nitpick: I feel the Egyptologist (Robert Langdon?)'s word bubbles should be on the left and Bernardi's dog's on the right.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8q6fhsyizzVK2s_kCdb_cgHtqDHb-2Qlqvk5Wh2SyL_Thoaw8rbwMQZPnAH14mKq_R1lHhtjhM7EPPBpi7Bh9Zs6-IHA8HL-u_IqLphXKoYpdMCt934OTFSDj3vmPdRKcxh8o5G48-03lFM4_YCWIjDnRoSvT736oqbrvg8qbrq9_TQgMKVXTPrePN-s/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8q6fhsyizzVK2s_kCdb_cgHtqDHb-2Qlqvk5Wh2SyL_Thoaw8rbwMQZPnAH14mKq_R1lHhtjhM7EPPBpi7Bh9Zs6-IHA8HL-u_IqLphXKoYpdMCt934OTFSDj3vmPdRKcxh8o5G48-03lFM4_YCWIjDnRoSvT736oqbrvg8qbrq9_TQgMKVXTPrePN-s/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Making your own syrup seems like a lot of work especially considering you need ten gallons to make one damn quart. It also requires a lot of boiling. Do you own a ten gallon pot to boil sap in, Brutus? Do you?Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-64522604281421687442024-03-11T15:29:00.002-05:002024-03-11T15:29:10.661-05:00Miss Preen Is Happy To Get Rid of Him<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3rCvRpsK2jw7aYN2vVdCa0LeW1MclmdsT9NdHjQCkWXKwK3BGoNaSwIMEluMZ2e3sYL92_kTYw6b23X-RkbG2VTKzxnVYNDVM3KYckK9p2Lipty-WoHZMnbX8q53uyzuW6CYYaKJIDzF4eodo5bOUnwKJPL8BFi1gMjPoX93kknkV185Nr7y4vyrVVk/s1558/19650816.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="1558" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3rCvRpsK2jw7aYN2vVdCa0LeW1MclmdsT9NdHjQCkWXKwK3BGoNaSwIMEluMZ2e3sYL92_kTYw6b23X-RkbG2VTKzxnVYNDVM3KYckK9p2Lipty-WoHZMnbX8q53uyzuW6CYYaKJIDzF4eodo5bOUnwKJPL8BFi1gMjPoX93kknkV185Nr7y4vyrVVk/w640-h204/19650816.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 16, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>Dude, step back. She doesn't need you all up in her business. Everyone is standing too close to each other. I mean, I know you are mainly just passing around slips of paper with your info on them but still...<div><br /></div><div>Wouldn't those pennies already be rolled up and ready to go? This should still go quicker than waiting for the ten people you were behind.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3ZOhdrJ3ghgxrczP6gNV3ee5807AZbkYOgCq3qjkrQaeLEbeGI182M6QwM82exnqygu6C69NWyres8zaa7KT-uirTYuIhTa9rQUZXYOig8DzyMD0PlzSInWaldv4N_ELl1cDJ-zH7CBrgq2WrjpmEXxZ85fVgsxVSpIxaUvDWMHv_s2ze-pC1lfVI4E/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="900" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3ZOhdrJ3ghgxrczP6gNV3ee5807AZbkYOgCq3qjkrQaeLEbeGI182M6QwM82exnqygu6C69NWyres8zaa7KT-uirTYuIhTa9rQUZXYOig8DzyMD0PlzSInWaldv4N_ELl1cDJ-zH7CBrgq2WrjpmEXxZ85fVgsxVSpIxaUvDWMHv_s2ze-pC1lfVI4E/w640-h182/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Bon voyage, Brutus Thornapple. And don't come back!<div><br /></div><div>Flying to San Diego makes a lot more sense than <a href="http://www.tauycreek.com/2024/03/third-times-charm.html" target="_blank">flying to Pittsburgh</a> from where Brutus is.</div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-34913316066230487002024-03-10T22:23:00.001-05:002024-03-10T22:23:17.820-05:00Weigh Light Saving Time<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrphFcTOo3ittfayw5oC7HX44y7TCG74Pv1GpHLHh0pqQuKOEcCP9LL9wAXaFVVS7wkgtrxrqwEvqG1I1eGCNx4h_RlLWTrlTJD0z-_GDVJTrpjqU1w8ZUddv4jdPxJxr1R8TCp8R0Pjfpwx2pjfTedQVyEvXHMfZuAZVF12LNzi6s4_opU7Y4mQkgGic/s1626/19890820.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="1626" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrphFcTOo3ittfayw5oC7HX44y7TCG74Pv1GpHLHh0pqQuKOEcCP9LL9wAXaFVVS7wkgtrxrqwEvqG1I1eGCNx4h_RlLWTrlTJD0z-_GDVJTrpjqU1w8ZUddv4jdPxJxr1R8TCp8R0Pjfpwx2pjfTedQVyEvXHMfZuAZVF12LNzi6s4_opU7Y4mQkgGic/w640-h294/19890820.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 20, 1989</td></tr></tbody></table>No, she really <i>is</i> a bad sort. She's awful. You can clearly figure out if those are cookies or not. Shake the box. Smell it. Did Mother Gargle make cookies while she was visiting?<div><br /></div><div>At least it seems like the snake sprung out in the privacy of his own office.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKS1RfAbwkldnu2b7wLwugbWmgHOphk9QHpJIDmL9NyzOjX5TLafOBWxvdjLuWoDNT9PC2xamcwtVFVwGmkDtBB9qPSZ38iCk97Suf0SNwVhnzD_NlCOV5Ei_2Nbb7wDkc85phyhWeZZhQNSogkOjJPMBLZKE3Ir-FHzlke7mvtpRxegoXdJFq8vKWMx8/s1280/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKS1RfAbwkldnu2b7wLwugbWmgHOphk9QHpJIDmL9NyzOjX5TLafOBWxvdjLuWoDNT9PC2xamcwtVFVwGmkDtBB9qPSZ38iCk97Suf0SNwVhnzD_NlCOV5Ei_2Nbb7wDkc85phyhWeZZhQNSogkOjJPMBLZKE3Ir-FHzlke7mvtpRxegoXdJFq8vKWMx8/w450-h640/untitled.jpg" width="450" /></a></div>Why would you expect that scale to work properly after all the abuse you two have been giving it?<div><br /></div><div>I like the way Brutus thinks sometimes. He doesn't care about his weight. Just live your damn life.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">If you would like to support me or this website, you can <a href="https://ko-fi.com/tauycreek" target="_blank">buy me a cup of coffee over on Ko-fi</a>.</span></i></b></div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-91455277510336068412024-03-09T14:00:00.002-06:002024-03-09T14:00:38.958-06:00That Was No Blood Bank<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhum9umd-mK4QUDKPFGV1e1aOWfglBVclH8l3QQ9VFHf_N0TXQibfgddrO34no1fc5Fk4-4s2Z_WTbXsXF3WNtMnU13JveZ-QHBFJIA5LofBWpDjKy_5BBowjlaCr_xSWHDI44PXt6EqxL7-PB23DPXvQkzjVKevTyrolFN3Ob5MJCfJ9DhpqgiX84Z-g/s1460/19650813.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="463" data-original-width="1460" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhum9umd-mK4QUDKPFGV1e1aOWfglBVclH8l3QQ9VFHf_N0TXQibfgddrO34no1fc5Fk4-4s2Z_WTbXsXF3WNtMnU13JveZ-QHBFJIA5LofBWpDjKy_5BBowjlaCr_xSWHDI44PXt6EqxL7-PB23DPXvQkzjVKevTyrolFN3Ob5MJCfJ9DhpqgiX84Z-g/w640-h202/19650813.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 13, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>Does she know him? Is she just walking through the department store telling people to not buy stuff? Is she saying no to that suit? Why does she care what he buys?<div><br /></div><div>We're only three months into <i>The Born Loser</i> and Art is already looking for suggestions?</div><div><br /></div><div>Is she his wife?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHMS7YuxZr9_hTSFF6Qff3UI8EcbngVQtxt47Yg7YgNJLFfshYOtitbiaxs97aXxgTtGEaNm7sAYqI0P-cnwac3k1LH-f2SorHnfYukCVu5sWNq1dPMEdeHPCnoGwV98M57fMpLZdd-krSOXkjMjqV1ctyeyfidFAck9Ugm-uC4leC7YHGn8qTyVWWc4/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHMS7YuxZr9_hTSFF6Qff3UI8EcbngVQtxt47Yg7YgNJLFfshYOtitbiaxs97aXxgTtGEaNm7sAYqI0P-cnwac3k1LH-f2SorHnfYukCVu5sWNq1dPMEdeHPCnoGwV98M57fMpLZdd-krSOXkjMjqV1ctyeyfidFAck9Ugm-uC4leC7YHGn8qTyVWWc4/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>It has been years since I've donated blood. I used to do it all the time when my place of work offered that type of service. I had to look up why a blood bank would be calling you. It's to remind you of appointments, events, and sometimes just to get you to come in and donate more.<div><br /></div><div>Sadly, that's not why they are calling Brutus. Hopefully, Brutus gets a lot out of the time he has left.</div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-82155387722394183452024-03-08T21:02:00.003-06:002024-03-08T21:02:42.861-06:00It's Five O'Clock Somewhere<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxS-dxaDCs35lQjZkK556seJOpm17n7IdGcB0ISMAn-Ho5u7aAiVlcyitQUN-25rS8yH6KMvBcKRYoCV3jE2AKTCSypqg-cwAT0pHL0vFod5sF7bY-k0lr3DsEI3u9rvmFrzXnOZ5W9liTcy_N0ZIWCMnkFeT0V5AGlGhpSwCLHkQuPfkC61wklZagHo/s1457/19650812.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="463" data-original-width="1457" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxS-dxaDCs35lQjZkK556seJOpm17n7IdGcB0ISMAn-Ho5u7aAiVlcyitQUN-25rS8yH6KMvBcKRYoCV3jE2AKTCSypqg-cwAT0pHL0vFod5sF7bY-k0lr3DsEI3u9rvmFrzXnOZ5W9liTcy_N0ZIWCMnkFeT0V5AGlGhpSwCLHkQuPfkC61wklZagHo/w640-h204/19650812.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 12, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>I was going to find a comic of a man that had picked to the bones by the birds he was feeding but I couldn't find one. I could've sworn Gahan Wilson illustrated something like that. Instead, I found these two <i>Far Side</i> cartoons.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFn8GZAzyzlXJvxGs5i39m-kTNihdNnDNwFnKzRc4Reme-gYf1ZbEM8myJoihzCtaT2CGQhxd13kUoA1hIGiiyubOYZUc9hgjdftyn7aNCll2WPlU9lxE6tMbzInzA206YtImde0K5hMKL7CxPHBXHqD612uIwqIdBCBgsGI35ZnQm675s_wD6pJ9kyPM/s609/66f06fc8ed765a986f8b45b0f8f46f14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="460" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFn8GZAzyzlXJvxGs5i39m-kTNihdNnDNwFnKzRc4Reme-gYf1ZbEM8myJoihzCtaT2CGQhxd13kUoA1hIGiiyubOYZUc9hgjdftyn7aNCll2WPlU9lxE6tMbzInzA206YtImde0K5hMKL7CxPHBXHqD612uIwqIdBCBgsGI35ZnQm675s_wD6pJ9kyPM/w303-h400/66f06fc8ed765a986f8b45b0f8f46f14.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogsrcJjJslwYJ0HKt4dp-IFb_-falSW-_npIb2cxSxssI6-E8peoCod5mGENUyhIJFBrY0goR0KlXtQtefEjmy4TgPSOnycO7rZ6-PxT6p2gQA7ujdrPp90sDA3dXqWGkSa-dGA7gRvhWAReosazDl6BCgubCex32ufI4SY4zP6kxi8pxmDrTBRSmWDg/s431/5239a12dff0b1f82b1f39a73f6fa1d34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="327" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogsrcJjJslwYJ0HKt4dp-IFb_-falSW-_npIb2cxSxssI6-E8peoCod5mGENUyhIJFBrY0goR0KlXtQtefEjmy4TgPSOnycO7rZ6-PxT6p2gQA7ujdrPp90sDA3dXqWGkSa-dGA7gRvhWAReosazDl6BCgubCex32ufI4SY4zP6kxi8pxmDrTBRSmWDg/w304-h400/5239a12dff0b1f82b1f39a73f6fa1d34.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilu4MYa4PrvSix1EAPa9LZ4rneROOh1ZCSeda4RiIjIgg9oAMnkkav4C7hKOdhEg5a2BsEbJovs2rn7euHnGBUaU_AiZwgyvrE9HD2CYK6iHY7tEZ8PJK1GuE5teyVCLiZo9Z_qE_2IJ9r-8jIySnUWO0adj97WX4dNqziftfqkLlamdaK0-ZyYf15jro/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="900" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilu4MYa4PrvSix1EAPa9LZ4rneROOh1ZCSeda4RiIjIgg9oAMnkkav4C7hKOdhEg5a2BsEbJovs2rn7euHnGBUaU_AiZwgyvrE9HD2CYK6iHY7tEZ8PJK1GuE5teyVCLiZo9Z_qE_2IJ9r-8jIySnUWO0adj97WX4dNqziftfqkLlamdaK0-ZyYf15jro/w640-h186/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Brutus gets a spring break? I guess it's just a vacation that happens to be around spring break. I don't know why Brutus told Veeblefester that he was leaving. Just go. Get out of there!Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-56143376431907517602024-03-07T17:12:00.003-06:002024-03-07T17:13:26.322-06:00My Signature Looks Like Crap On Those Dumb Screens<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Gr0E19Y2sh-kgjJ023zpOZosT9_SQgqhs2usY1jXUSjf9g0YEbkzJCVfeGksHqU_js0RFCl9g52Q9gto9skIyYQVd7vBNbcEF8zMAMWGEtO3MHGu6cl1hufr7f6-OJVMEnSbR3SeO5y6NVbJFLVW8qsEVse5gbZmNdHZwfZ43pjM2czv0OpG27DzihU/s1453/19650810.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="465" data-original-width="1453" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Gr0E19Y2sh-kgjJ023zpOZosT9_SQgqhs2usY1jXUSjf9g0YEbkzJCVfeGksHqU_js0RFCl9g52Q9gto9skIyYQVd7vBNbcEF8zMAMWGEtO3MHGu6cl1hufr7f6-OJVMEnSbR3SeO5y6NVbJFLVW8qsEVse5gbZmNdHZwfZ43pjM2czv0OpG27DzihU/w640-h204/19650810.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 10, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>How long has Mr. Brutus P. Thornapple had his dentures? I guess I shouldn't judge, I had a friend who got dentures at, like, 25 or something. I don't think he's lost them in the Gulf of Mexico or the Ohio River though. You should be able to keep those in your mouth. But, again, I shouldn't judge.<div><br /></div><div>Is this our first mention of Brutus P. Thornapple?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrVNfraBZ66ktlAXYt8DI1JzjpBCae0hDIEno9Lp5ySFOgipLle28qHMo5cQLmyjfGyjqGKKPg6Jvaje_5_w-LJfCxHfxFumEJfPILYliGBgEgacL4MbjNxU163AWub4-t_0fCH1GfcLegeHWopvK8RzUCIus4hPnarLthX4nMzmcflOndpdyekde9W4/s900/Untitled.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="900" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrVNfraBZ66ktlAXYt8DI1JzjpBCae0hDIEno9Lp5ySFOgipLle28qHMo5cQLmyjfGyjqGKKPg6Jvaje_5_w-LJfCxHfxFumEJfPILYliGBgEgacL4MbjNxU163AWub4-t_0fCH1GfcLegeHWopvK8RzUCIus4hPnarLthX4nMzmcflOndpdyekde9W4/w640-h186/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Mrs Saint Delafield; font-size: x-large;">The main reason I give kids about having to learn cursive is for a signature and so they can read older documents. Plus, you never know who writes in cursive so it's just a good skill to know. I don't know how much time, if any, is spent on teaching cursive because I don't work in an elementary school, and cursive isn't on state testing and teachers aren't going to go over stuff that isn't on that test.</span><div><span style="font-family: Mrs Saint Delafield; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">And Wilberforce doesn't care about paying for things. He's just going to scan his fingerprint and the money will be deducted from his government income account because robots do everything in the future so no one has to work.</span></div></div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-44473393777565496172024-03-06T20:59:00.000-06:002024-03-06T20:59:33.359-06:00Missed Connection<span style="font-family: Poppins;">Enjoy <a href="http://www.tauycreek.com/2023/01/four-german-goofy-comics.html" target="_blank">three translated-from-German stories</a> about Walt Disney's Goofy. First, Goofy gets a job as a sideshow freak. Then, he performs at a policeman's ball. Finally, a hypnotized Goofy has to save Mickey from some pirates. Gawrsh!</span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HWrQUHYwtp2thAF125wCZ9DO3irMAGs8V3qTFZOLbwfsTB9skJ6oIV8X0k0JMvCUSVZt8s4F6VHPlxcHQpb_h2rdD9o6GoYOKvaH29-w3QA65Hx_CTziY4q50rm1RXFcvHKyw_0C6GpJgGiR7w9BKNmdikC7cvEJoOD818v_hjDcR-zJ5gwDytYufxs/s1457/19650809.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="1457" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HWrQUHYwtp2thAF125wCZ9DO3irMAGs8V3qTFZOLbwfsTB9skJ6oIV8X0k0JMvCUSVZt8s4F6VHPlxcHQpb_h2rdD9o6GoYOKvaH29-w3QA65Hx_CTziY4q50rm1RXFcvHKyw_0C6GpJgGiR7w9BKNmdikC7cvEJoOD818v_hjDcR-zJ5gwDytYufxs/w640-h208/19650809.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 9, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>"YOU'RE SCRATCHING MY WARDROBE!"<div><br /></div><div>Smart of this guy to just hitch this wardrobe/armoir/whatever onto his back and just carry. You don't want to leave it out on the sidewalk. It might get taken by pushy homosexual Puerto Ricans(?).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVsoK8s7iaiYV0sTElel11G3IkzMRyhr344FU9vK_cNIxEnr0fhxtgGRMX_PN1uTjVy8s-o74PFgZ1DT4YX2rNYDCoD1WulWz8ceR403S510ZZYPAD0hGMpBbD_k7miap4b4LpmLzkldzi7oASfKFAGYlT5LiBa5TZFXnaZ0FKhJmZOm4uNenyGPk7JMY/s480/zg7in698xktb1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVsoK8s7iaiYV0sTElel11G3IkzMRyhr344FU9vK_cNIxEnr0fhxtgGRMX_PN1uTjVy8s-o74PFgZ1DT4YX2rNYDCoD1WulWz8ceR403S510ZZYPAD0hGMpBbD_k7miap4b4LpmLzkldzi7oASfKFAGYlT5LiBa5TZFXnaZ0FKhJmZOm4uNenyGPk7JMY/s320/zg7in698xktb1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd78EgYQeMXpp8hB3sEGf2g2erkXYmeptMNu8GzfCNwM4PaNlIYr3CV3wwwP4B6l3isqfQc0LUQy9NJWJJr3YC59CQ2_zVOmba__EuqjWPzhHuMrFyoUkxmhFMIJQhHmJ4blkBbcYVWnt1ivohkaX6ELU8KBcPmHGqmpy82Go8Y4wGzXa5H8r5Uklt-d8/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd78EgYQeMXpp8hB3sEGf2g2erkXYmeptMNu8GzfCNwM4PaNlIYr3CV3wwwP4B6l3isqfQc0LUQy9NJWJJr3YC59CQ2_zVOmba__EuqjWPzhHuMrFyoUkxmhFMIJQhHmJ4blkBbcYVWnt1ivohkaX6ELU8KBcPmHGqmpy82Go8Y4wGzXa5H8r5Uklt-d8/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Is there a reason Mother Gargle lives in Erie? Is it because she's Mother Gargle?<div><br /></div><div>"Bad timing..." Gladys, you know Brutus and your mother hate each other. Did you think today might be the day they let bygones be bygones and become loving in-laws? What pipe have you been smoking from?</div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-87126264058183717332024-03-05T21:47:00.000-06:002024-03-05T21:47:08.495-06:00Read Said Fred<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNN25HUL4dE5uRHzHSNVghjzKsvaDMBJisa25jXXDsloqXwAnM2wm1fyTqv-x_ErKMR1Apy64a0aKROECWN1YeIrIfPUsZizm5287VnncJdPq28z9SYUPARrTQg8dSHurYqf2KAUBnh25Yt3Vs0XnmWGP8th7_KLnN_1D_1AiXl9FfnoqYm73YS1B3qWI/s1456/19650807.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="1456" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNN25HUL4dE5uRHzHSNVghjzKsvaDMBJisa25jXXDsloqXwAnM2wm1fyTqv-x_ErKMR1Apy64a0aKROECWN1YeIrIfPUsZizm5287VnncJdPq28z9SYUPARrTQg8dSHurYqf2KAUBnh25Yt3Vs0XnmWGP8th7_KLnN_1D_1AiXl9FfnoqYm73YS1B3qWI/w640-h206/19650807.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 7, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>"We're gonna make you a star!" What is he the BEFORE of? Are they going to whip him?<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSoGiHYX-jzvadGbNDMzshC13dAAnn8R8q1AtvJkeiI0b92eaUwc3AdX6uiUDFIVSLwDhPuhmcCpU3IBN-mBspIMuLnjkP9yRjBYVM7YUFgYxmdq_SfBeWK_AOZQ5ZwpyoQLhianZ1IjTdjd5Co47FpFZe_QzXGQQnXc_FkWZcIN76nuEb_6otS_sB7s/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSoGiHYX-jzvadGbNDMzshC13dAAnn8R8q1AtvJkeiI0b92eaUwc3AdX6uiUDFIVSLwDhPuhmcCpU3IBN-mBspIMuLnjkP9yRjBYVM7YUFgYxmdq_SfBeWK_AOZQ5ZwpyoQLhianZ1IjTdjd5Co47FpFZe_QzXGQQnXc_FkWZcIN76nuEb_6otS_sB7s/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>No, you shouldn't.<div><br /></div><div>I do like reading on my e-reader. As much as I enjoy a physical book, e-readers are much more convenient and I can carry them around everywhere. Plus, no one will have to know I'm reading Nabokov's <i>Ada: A Family Chronicle</i> for the 77th time.</div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-25641200420326195492024-03-04T20:26:00.003-06:002024-03-04T20:26:30.486-06:00Pantsed<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0adIrUHdk1u9uSsM1_PJo-hE_l8kad_HEL3Wzp3xkKOvAIOT6v703v4nwtyHsFAYUE21ubNf_mkqPq7ZTyLjQtVVTaj_G-ilRPRRyGdb_r-nTDHTgTA-B9QYUafuZT21K3T_T5EEkSMeCJTUgr2sFEvVPmdGteIKxhrxQASJDrgP9G5jBOKITdFdiUKM/s1470/19650806.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="465" data-original-width="1470" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0adIrUHdk1u9uSsM1_PJo-hE_l8kad_HEL3Wzp3xkKOvAIOT6v703v4nwtyHsFAYUE21ubNf_mkqPq7ZTyLjQtVVTaj_G-ilRPRRyGdb_r-nTDHTgTA-B9QYUafuZT21K3T_T5EEkSMeCJTUgr2sFEvVPmdGteIKxhrxQASJDrgP9G5jBOKITdFdiUKM/w640-h202/19650806.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 6, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>At least he's getting rescued. Right?<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcfIp58jB_aXriVmCjTdGUTjACiqhk5eDdhoMm5avXePu5sNMHkcWEPmk86wJolxDFvIG3zb84FhoqcP3wx4Wg3rV-I463Q6XjaLKPHz9VHDYuOZvK1eQ07DRczo4BvqqiWJyouUJtnJI3-N3wWiGes5wMIyPDkr53aNvGni9orahMBIVFJjhOhualCZY/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="900" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcfIp58jB_aXriVmCjTdGUTjACiqhk5eDdhoMm5avXePu5sNMHkcWEPmk86wJolxDFvIG3zb84FhoqcP3wx4Wg3rV-I463Q6XjaLKPHz9VHDYuOZvK1eQ07DRczo4BvqqiWJyouUJtnJI3-N3wWiGes5wMIyPDkr53aNvGni9orahMBIVFJjhOhualCZY/w640-h200/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>I can't tell where her boobs, stomach, and hips begin and end, but that's not the fault of the pants.Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-17930066221743812542024-03-03T18:45:00.000-06:002024-03-03T18:45:19.793-06:00Third Time's the Charm<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuyZl5I-_uD1_TOl_8L-RvBGPSAdUo8zYSpSo8aJimu7ZjqJijvqCA8x3VZajm-yeicx_9UZYE1HDBz-9VUeLkFSFIJytfTOdlT231yP56KS6mAK6roEaXnz3r_QT6OoKz-zJglNvyFEPIk7v1aADK53JhedY6PhMiwLQuWxwd0k1EYyaxDGwQH8loJas/s1748/19890813.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="1748" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuyZl5I-_uD1_TOl_8L-RvBGPSAdUo8zYSpSo8aJimu7ZjqJijvqCA8x3VZajm-yeicx_9UZYE1HDBz-9VUeLkFSFIJytfTOdlT231yP56KS6mAK6roEaXnz3r_QT6OoKz-zJglNvyFEPIk7v1aADK53JhedY6PhMiwLQuWxwd0k1EYyaxDGwQH8loJas/w640-h288/19890813.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 13, 1989</td></tr></tbody></table>So <a href="http://www.tauycreek.com/search?q=Acme" target="_blank">Acme</a> makes tea cozies as well? Or does Veeblefester just sell the cozies? Is Veeblefester just a tea cozy middleman--a Dunder Mifflin Tea Cozy Company, if you will?<div><br /></div><div>This sounds like something that could be handled over the phone, Brutus. Or fax.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgpl7QUUwLJxqhRjSeRB4tlfwN1lCBtcEbL8nzyKJY3pZ2FctdiQ0mQGO6JfVtWAp2scGZDEjg0Kisd9FOadoObrKodCjL38j962-1OPQjYAhP2donEvB426M0W9yKq_JOszK2Mf0Tnwx9czlOsnOpEmLr04DoOleL0JTJJ8bHJ5bXLLIY4NLwQU8Nas/s1280/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgpl7QUUwLJxqhRjSeRB4tlfwN1lCBtcEbL8nzyKJY3pZ2FctdiQ0mQGO6JfVtWAp2scGZDEjg0Kisd9FOadoObrKodCjL38j962-1OPQjYAhP2donEvB426M0W9yKq_JOszK2Mf0Tnwx9czlOsnOpEmLr04DoOleL0JTJJ8bHJ5bXLLIY4NLwQU8Nas/w450-h640/untitled.jpg" width="450" /></a></div>I saw today's strip and immediately thought it was a rerun. Then I saw the copyright of 2024 and was like, no, I've seen this before. And I <a href="https://www.tauycreek.com/2023/09/time-for-some-creative-writing.html" target="_blank">have</a>.<div><br /></div><div>I don't understand why a company would spend hundreds of dollars for a plane trip that lasts two hours maximum when you could just use the company car and drive the damn two hours. I feel driving would be cheaper. And doesn't Veeblefester want to be cheaper?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>If you would like to support me or this website, you can <a href="https://ko-fi.com/tauycreek" target="_blank">buy me a cup of coffee over on Ko-fi</a>.</i></b></div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-43363864028785959522024-03-02T15:47:00.004-06:002024-03-02T15:47:37.998-06:00Saturday Quickies<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXypPGhJP1Xkg37cZoc4f6yBuj570hac4gpRJx72V-GXJn5EVI-4_5SmSJwRHOSsEXJq_FcjYRXr2yBmpSEBY8j7b8GFbhqxi5BlbzPm9ntDbseK30yfEvTGQIPdF14B7y-1C4NlfD5ACBLOz1sWEgfpHrXSxT4J26w5Uc6nhljKrXwnt64n6KFgnBGaU/s1465/19650805.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="1465" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXypPGhJP1Xkg37cZoc4f6yBuj570hac4gpRJx72V-GXJn5EVI-4_5SmSJwRHOSsEXJq_FcjYRXr2yBmpSEBY8j7b8GFbhqxi5BlbzPm9ntDbseK30yfEvTGQIPdF14B7y-1C4NlfD5ACBLOz1sWEgfpHrXSxT4J26w5Uc6nhljKrXwnt64n6KFgnBGaU/w640-h206/19650805.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 5, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>Some sort of hippy-dippy outdoor poetry reading? Your guess is as good as mine.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_KH8pcsprF1kT-4lYuRxMz2buJizNlFLZR-VPBBsoPgaIdslnUKgUraP3WIy3IoPlMoPbhK5A-X6UnbJ6B4pSzUX58oVn_tuiIBAsrGhKN_ddThnZDj3_e9lR2hHOEUPMYdL71mRaDePEdtB37JJyY0vx_hi3zI-Q-YuoNIkmArm8Z0UwVdVlJ_xkmno/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="900" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_KH8pcsprF1kT-4lYuRxMz2buJizNlFLZR-VPBBsoPgaIdslnUKgUraP3WIy3IoPlMoPbhK5A-X6UnbJ6B4pSzUX58oVn_tuiIBAsrGhKN_ddThnZDj3_e9lR2hHOEUPMYdL71mRaDePEdtB37JJyY0vx_hi3zI-Q-YuoNIkmArm8Z0UwVdVlJ_xkmno/w640-h182/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>I bet that plant wishes it could move so it doesn't have to hear any of this.Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-13914438113579207442024-03-01T18:11:00.003-06:002024-03-01T18:11:16.401-06:00Maybe They Took Kewpie<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQ42Xfzbl0Z6clWnK62reA1PMoJoy773lV-LSj6Z-0Zc57esrse6QW66_pTLjoErYYSSkVcz-85PoS0AgVTdXACLslePMV1ZQI5nrSiaeFya0p1uwfr_xnYO4YG7P7ATR8YDUE-uVOG-4kYBHw_jtzgA8glGykJdLUH1n7GXJPWwwSUScLarMQ_UgjOA/s1527/19650803.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="1527" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQ42Xfzbl0Z6clWnK62reA1PMoJoy773lV-LSj6Z-0Zc57esrse6QW66_pTLjoErYYSSkVcz-85PoS0AgVTdXACLslePMV1ZQI5nrSiaeFya0p1uwfr_xnYO4YG7P7ATR8YDUE-uVOG-4kYBHw_jtzgA8glGykJdLUH1n7GXJPWwwSUScLarMQ_UgjOA/w640-h204/19650803.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 3, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>We. Are. Going. To. Be. SO FREAKING RICH!!! A new species! And it seems friendly!! We are going to tour the country! The world! Get out from behind that desk, Dad, you and Clara will never have to work again!!<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXpdPmeeILjO1_fVnH5H4uKLVDvW6mVBiSoLCmKhIJCg_Rc-VLVb9WlVCskrcKJWCt_J9lMWpRzznM_fRTgQdqDlRGZQ6CsOpVSdqFtHkx_qO9iW7K4k78pcgSLBFOUY6BHjhfPhjtIGCB21KVkKhbQa_JhPk30RBV6hX8yrVJcqfu007ctoCB2YXaW4/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXpdPmeeILjO1_fVnH5H4uKLVDvW6mVBiSoLCmKhIJCg_Rc-VLVb9WlVCskrcKJWCt_J9lMWpRzznM_fRTgQdqDlRGZQ6CsOpVSdqFtHkx_qO9iW7K4k78pcgSLBFOUY6BHjhfPhjtIGCB21KVkKhbQa_JhPk30RBV6hX8yrVJcqfu007ctoCB2YXaW4/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>What? Someone broke into your house and stole the dozen or so sensors they placed around the doors and windows? If the system was armed then maybe you can get your money back. That's a terrible security system and you should be glad you learned that before anything more expensive and important was stolen.Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-89319712472176163132024-02-29T20:53:00.000-06:002024-02-29T20:53:25.933-06:00No.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EuPWOCjqM0qJD97oDqp_YOwVSjl6oHi1y9WnvZ4fiN4KVJBCAOxeYYEz5EGA-e89vPTcHBIrizIKFB8exYpzb9U5W_BurVR-32VNoU7OEHp9CeEjTxpBIynGh1kI72SPMipK9JRnLrl-WzQoCKn8r6O93RQHAUcBddDg0zBhIp6_q-uEoYZaT2FWwqU/s1468/19650802.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="1468" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EuPWOCjqM0qJD97oDqp_YOwVSjl6oHi1y9WnvZ4fiN4KVJBCAOxeYYEz5EGA-e89vPTcHBIrizIKFB8exYpzb9U5W_BurVR-32VNoU7OEHp9CeEjTxpBIynGh1kI72SPMipK9JRnLrl-WzQoCKn8r6O93RQHAUcBddDg0zBhIp6_q-uEoYZaT2FWwqU/w640-h206/19650802.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">August 2, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>Hey, I think I saw this guy in a Looney Tunes cartoon. I don't think I've ever been to the dentist or heard someone go to the dentist and there not be at least little pain. Poking, scraping, and tapping your teeth hurts so get over it buddy-boy.<div><br /></div><div>Ah, the extremes of the human body.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBh7w94TrIpiu9QF2ZaatmW5Ylxi7Vj-mTfzLpecdJiFb0wzlPBS2N_k0kQLoW0ulykoYVMSoV5zVPQjo_Wj5uvJu-6mJBSd0e1-k5d7FEfNm8pxDkqOcph2ackOV8oJCfB2qmzFO7TFiB_WBFzYR1Sqk28ibK7vClB1lwwsR5MYaT2_lYbccSB1PanPA/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBh7w94TrIpiu9QF2ZaatmW5Ylxi7Vj-mTfzLpecdJiFb0wzlPBS2N_k0kQLoW0ulykoYVMSoV5zVPQjo_Wj5uvJu-6mJBSd0e1-k5d7FEfNm8pxDkqOcph2ackOV8oJCfB2qmzFO7TFiB_WBFzYR1Sqk28ibK7vClB1lwwsR5MYaT2_lYbccSB1PanPA/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Nope, not today. Absolutely not.<div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNr-JORJdjH95zzsEWCotm8c1BT1R8F9efGIfFatFTPJTEAB9qZzeXvfqRxTwKWUbcywr7WuyKm-LZ-lSP4jo9NfN3D5e6sGYbzm7VoQPVLuA8-WVQESP2laG7LKdADzTnzDHD3T2-W7ZVNxlnEyF-RHaz-OWiM8nLhpIf6LpU4CCoCOdKocvVeaU5EA/s900/bnl080229.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="262" data-original-width="900" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNr-JORJdjH95zzsEWCotm8c1BT1R8F9efGIfFatFTPJTEAB9qZzeXvfqRxTwKWUbcywr7WuyKm-LZ-lSP4jo9NfN3D5e6sGYbzm7VoQPVLuA8-WVQESP2laG7LKdADzTnzDHD3T2-W7ZVNxlnEyF-RHaz-OWiM8nLhpIf6LpU4CCoCOdKocvVeaU5EA/w640-h186/bnl080229.gif" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">February 29, 2008</td></tr></tbody></table>Bringing <a href="http://www.tauycreek.com/2008/02/what-day-is-it.html" target="_blank">back</a> this awful shirt. Wilberforce doesn't know what a damn leap day is but has a basic understanding of the Chinese calendar?Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-86021226585737546342024-02-28T21:00:00.000-06:002024-02-28T21:00:18.635-06:00ChatBPT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9H3W51Qf-mFHftCCY8bP5QGHZrBPD2F35iAyHqOfYiTbah5BJFTbiixL94jWgmp9lTGpY4tx69lDaUB9mAiGiWpcvN8sF_GwebPMegEGNgtCcsQIgHZzIArFxoBIdJ8UnwbfhXYrthzzNXC3oyT-sUJEMvtKPsEm10F5Dg5Odt5n6Z7ObBSCcMH3Z4nc/s640/NB%20back%20cover.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="569" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9H3W51Qf-mFHftCCY8bP5QGHZrBPD2F35iAyHqOfYiTbah5BJFTbiixL94jWgmp9lTGpY4tx69lDaUB9mAiGiWpcvN8sF_GwebPMegEGNgtCcsQIgHZzIArFxoBIdJ8UnwbfhXYrthzzNXC3oyT-sUJEMvtKPsEm10F5Dg5Odt5n6Z7ObBSCcMH3Z4nc/w285-h320/NB%20back%20cover.JPG" width="285" /></a></div>I got the first issue of <i>New Beginning </i>years ago in one of those $1 for 10 comic books grab-bags. I don't know why I kept it for all these years. Probably because it's such an anomaly of 1980s independent comic books.<div><br /></div><div>After publishing the first issue in 2010, I began trying to find the remaining issues. I knew there were at least two more and I finally obtained them through eBay in 2016, but during my journey, I discovered there was a fourth and final issue.</div><div><br /></div><div>I got the final issue in 2020 at the height of lockdown and, wouldn't you know it, it ends on a cliffhanger. I'm open to promoting this long-forgotten comic book published by comic book store people if they have any interest in continuing it or revealing how the story ends.</div><div><br /></div><div>You can read all three parts if you wish. <a href="http://www.tauycreek.com/2010/04/1980s-when-your-grandmother-could.html" target="_blank">Part 1</a>, <a href="http://www.tauycreek.com/2016/04/sunday-comics-19-new-beginning-part-2.html" target="_blank">Part 2</a>, and <a href="http://www.tauycreek.com/2020/06/new-beginning-part-3.html" target="_blank">Part 3</a>.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwms0694XBuSVWeDQg7NQCDqyYNN3JeRTkuug4sl7t5lWOjrSBWiawgbn_epGo3gTukbnp89SnCcIW8-9bfFNrx0AzOdtIKH14oxALw56qRxhfynP-0KqCtvuPNqHXP8Hf5VeZFB06mqqIRp3w0LLcFd3wPXQGC7rciFeoU5yUe0DpazRnaXLVJ03mq2U/s1455/19650726.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="482" data-original-width="1455" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwms0694XBuSVWeDQg7NQCDqyYNN3JeRTkuug4sl7t5lWOjrSBWiawgbn_epGo3gTukbnp89SnCcIW8-9bfFNrx0AzOdtIKH14oxALw56qRxhfynP-0KqCtvuPNqHXP8Hf5VeZFB06mqqIRp3w0LLcFd3wPXQGC7rciFeoU5yUe0DpazRnaXLVJ03mq2U/w640-h212/19650726.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">July 26, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>Remember when you need a massive machine with all these buttons, dials, and lights to spend five minutes figuring out 2 + 2?<div><br /></div><div>I zoomed in that man just to verify that he was using an abacus. Sadly, it's a bucktoothed Chinese man with overly slanted eyes and a queue and looking quite dastardly so that's a shame.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHl7RslnMMZuuwalGLipmCG-tdftdBL43LrwUz_tJVnbcNlpAMTkK0xQig0sG0GuOD-nrIj8Uhox8t2fnhswZCwmUnSbKQrvgh0jPYBPxpl9VSgsdIa9ZQtECc4MqpnA9g-_upH84GoF8EJG8-atUVaLkA5IaRmE-8uDfiXnvfFbqdJXqh-ez-NR3pOo8/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHl7RslnMMZuuwalGLipmCG-tdftdBL43LrwUz_tJVnbcNlpAMTkK0xQig0sG0GuOD-nrIj8Uhox8t2fnhswZCwmUnSbKQrvgh0jPYBPxpl9VSgsdIa9ZQtECc4MqpnA9g-_upH84GoF8EJG8-atUVaLkA5IaRmE-8uDfiXnvfFbqdJXqh-ez-NR3pOo8/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>AI is awful. I, for one, am glad that it is quickly showing it's awfulness. Quit stealing things other people have created.<div><br /></div><div>For fun, I asked ChatGPT to offer some snarky commentary on today's strip: <span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Gladys, always the bearer of doom and gloom, is at it again, warning about the perils of artificial intelligence. But Brutus, ever the nostalgist, can't help but reminisce about simpler times when the biggest worry was whether artificial sweeteners would rot your insides. Oh, how times have changed! Who knew that worrying about our appliances taking over the world would replace fretting over saccharin? Maybe he's onto something – at least with artificial sweeteners, you only risked a cavity, not a robot uprising!</i> It's clearly trying too hard but the "robot uprising" comment is actually pretty good and now I'm sad.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #0d0d0d;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #0d0d0d;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">At least Chip's job is safe. ChatGPT wrote a Born Loser and, for some reason, added a couple references to <i>Garfield</i>. The Thornapples don't even have a cat.<br /></span></span><div><br /></div><div><i>Panel 1:</i></div><div><div><i>[Scene: Brutus, the main character, is standing in front of a mirror, trying to squeeze into a too-tight shirt. His face is contorted in discomfort.]</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Brutus (thinking): "Maybe I should've skipped that second helping of lasagna..."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Panel 2:</i></div><div><i>[Brutus manages to get the shirt on, but it's so tight that buttons are popping off. He looks ridiculous.]</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Brutus: "Why do I even bother with shirts that have buttons?"</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Panel 3:</i></div><div><i>[Brutus, defeated, stands in front of his mirror, shirt now completely unbuttoned and hanging off him like a tattered flag. His expression is resigned.]</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Brutus: "Ah well, who needs dignity anyway?"</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>[His cat, lurking in the background, gives a deadpan look, as if to say, "Speak for yourself."]</i></div></div></div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-16760619853572191262024-02-27T16:59:00.002-06:002024-02-27T16:59:41.425-06:00Good Mood Tuesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiQ18NR0d6jfC0c0Bnq4ha0p4mFejeZNVcch8v3bT4OB75E0WvVn5Q6gHX1w9-jVvyvX7Bk7MnrrHpcNglq6GBMnGSpjWssAzBpHdiE2cATCKHdJQvkh5610Hbwz2-UL6u_MzzO5P3CPRFcDD9BRHxNSXjGQ1Sh_ESvMmeryNO1CCzULRIJPR7uvLGW0/s1467/19650724.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="1467" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiQ18NR0d6jfC0c0Bnq4ha0p4mFejeZNVcch8v3bT4OB75E0WvVn5Q6gHX1w9-jVvyvX7Bk7MnrrHpcNglq6GBMnGSpjWssAzBpHdiE2cATCKHdJQvkh5610Hbwz2-UL6u_MzzO5P3CPRFcDD9BRHxNSXjGQ1Sh_ESvMmeryNO1CCzULRIJPR7uvLGW0/w640-h212/19650724.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">July 24, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>Is he unplugging the TV because of a commercial? I mean, I know there are only three channels in 1965, but just change the channel. It probably wouldn't help anyway, I guess. The TV has become sentient. This happens from time to time.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMP671BJb0yp3I7t-Th7bzXH2Tclw6sEmZncR7bKnJFy5XkFspni59HsB7tIpDHN6U_W0FZwzQU9Dv1WLRQYcqqmp15VE6jUEb8Gg4WUehyphenhyphenJLElpNt6FhshMpfsZ8u1Le3M3aeQAcHRijaVjj54gePteJHaFHm4mDheWW_3q32EainH1gj0fusHbIvTws/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMP671BJb0yp3I7t-Th7bzXH2Tclw6sEmZncR7bKnJFy5XkFspni59HsB7tIpDHN6U_W0FZwzQU9Dv1WLRQYcqqmp15VE6jUEb8Gg4WUehyphenhyphenJLElpNt6FhshMpfsZ8u1Le3M3aeQAcHRijaVjj54gePteJHaFHm4mDheWW_3q32EainH1gj0fusHbIvTws/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Brutus usually has a reason ready to go about why he deserves a raise. Doesn't mean he'll get one today because Veeblefester said he will just listen to his request for a raise.Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-83122494712080826522024-02-26T19:56:00.003-06:002024-02-26T19:56:19.763-06:00Moon-Day Quickies<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BEfg0xUpIyjrZOC50nbrHIXIMFTHRg08FrqwJ1VXftC1aSY7dnVSfxD7ah196edSd3ikaixbAdE27hPibpD2uPbirUabUAxxPp9b6tky_Wk-mCgoVLQBvucXd5zzwf4tgYv9nkfFvGv7nm87L4WG83XG_TIXDJmb_614pLno4Ma9oF5-uzIjM9EvdL0/s1458/19650723.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="1458" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BEfg0xUpIyjrZOC50nbrHIXIMFTHRg08FrqwJ1VXftC1aSY7dnVSfxD7ah196edSd3ikaixbAdE27hPibpD2uPbirUabUAxxPp9b6tky_Wk-mCgoVLQBvucXd5zzwf4tgYv9nkfFvGv7nm87L4WG83XG_TIXDJmb_614pLno4Ma9oF5-uzIjM9EvdL0/w640-h212/19650723.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">July 23, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>So we did land on the Moon earlier than 1969, they were just horribly murdered by these giant Moon aliens and the United States government covered it up. I figured it was something like that.<div><br /></div><div>What happened to these Moon aliens? We didn't slaughter them all, did we? Oh, god, we slaughtered them all.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCus7xKUhClX3k77OKJ4xTihYDb_Ua7tmH1H7-m9_CrlHdrdbLOOSu0zojXl4aQfIOhGTY65mFH_ssHBzBCxVMUfqIXNkVutivDC-TV4TjMNAOKOpKVhJkYgZ0WDTGmH9l10hL2ryx2rP7yCnW6zbYTLrKpIapCEZ2Rq4GE-KvTl8KcOx_0TpMfJyx-AE/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCus7xKUhClX3k77OKJ4xTihYDb_Ua7tmH1H7-m9_CrlHdrdbLOOSu0zojXl4aQfIOhGTY65mFH_ssHBzBCxVMUfqIXNkVutivDC-TV4TjMNAOKOpKVhJkYgZ0WDTGmH9l10hL2ryx2rP7yCnW6zbYTLrKpIapCEZ2Rq4GE-KvTl8KcOx_0TpMfJyx-AE/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Who are Brutus and Gladys visiting? They don't have friends.Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-18561378980392006022024-02-25T11:00:00.002-06:002024-02-25T11:00:00.147-06:00Left and Right<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY6EUvMXdcpn0gR2sA8BBjEiwQJ7wYgRqaVsT0h-weY2GZXK0_39-1YnW2g8XXGXEUhCMDUrBeh3t7g7vtZRgH5ZOIRZAWypsrKR3oXWiWrRTAOS8zqx1EvSsUR0H6LQbIJuwz9Xjbsec8xHz0FrLKzasffA9itkG5QUOhcU2C2qBN9z8k3-ZOUhmgTAg/s1677/19890326.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="1677" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY6EUvMXdcpn0gR2sA8BBjEiwQJ7wYgRqaVsT0h-weY2GZXK0_39-1YnW2g8XXGXEUhCMDUrBeh3t7g7vtZRgH5ZOIRZAWypsrKR3oXWiWrRTAOS8zqx1EvSsUR0H6LQbIJuwz9Xjbsec8xHz0FrLKzasffA9itkG5QUOhcU2C2qBN9z8k3-ZOUhmgTAg/w640-h292/19890326.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">March 26, 1989</td></tr></tbody></table>I guess Brutus can take comfort in knowing that his umbrella didn't really work. It's not showing, but it seems like a lot rain is hitting Veeblefester.<div><br /></div><div>Today's Veeblefester lives in a mansion just outside of town (or maybe in a gated community on the edge of town), but I do like the thought of Veeblefester living in a giant penthouse suite at the top of a very tall building.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLmXShJ60HT9dly98uQOQ_79QggBaWsFu5kaFBl58ZF8AwZ6eo0nKnwH4H9kSRY7j_fUX6nXXE_lmZL7mTzdZXqBUizjtdgyTPHmx1qcDxNWfq0pFQG571PypK1BrTCvUxDzCKC1Hmsw5qGc3oSVRh0_6_Q44lwkUtrta94u3okfQR3_k7HZH116LvdZA/s1280/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLmXShJ60HT9dly98uQOQ_79QggBaWsFu5kaFBl58ZF8AwZ6eo0nKnwH4H9kSRY7j_fUX6nXXE_lmZL7mTzdZXqBUizjtdgyTPHmx1qcDxNWfq0pFQG571PypK1BrTCvUxDzCKC1Hmsw5qGc3oSVRh0_6_Q44lwkUtrta94u3okfQR3_k7HZH116LvdZA/w450-h640/untitled.jpg" width="450" /></a></div>That basketball is bigger than Wilberforce's head. Heck, that basketball is almost bigger than Brutus' head. No wonder Brutus is anti-dextrous with a basketball.Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-1038256986173298592024-02-24T16:15:00.001-06:002024-02-24T16:15:50.876-06:00Slurp N Burp<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAFt7owQo1T22BWNhXX1OeIO6VNMrQlpSi2pHpn7LMCrHwJkvTi-aTp80LWV_Xp9z2anvuczWcIJLd_rZbqfBTXyKDmMvaKH6PN2y_hb7OCIg_c_qzGMQ35FYpOupo6fSJlKO37E79uSue5HWFAqrQGkNxFhHqTdqPzT9oHO6xEbiLAv_6FGblPq69Hg/s1462/19650722.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="1462" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAFt7owQo1T22BWNhXX1OeIO6VNMrQlpSi2pHpn7LMCrHwJkvTi-aTp80LWV_Xp9z2anvuczWcIJLd_rZbqfBTXyKDmMvaKH6PN2y_hb7OCIg_c_qzGMQ35FYpOupo6fSJlKO37E79uSue5HWFAqrQGkNxFhHqTdqPzT9oHO6xEbiLAv_6FGblPq69Hg/w640-h212/19650722.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">July 22, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>This guy is holding the hose like he wants his sexy neighbor to hold his...Can I finish this sentence? I mean, this is kind of a family website but is it really?<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQl1xkLJr2C8PiiWu_119f7rgrOlBVgyHJ4jCtuoz4psreTe25tMBqouoeGQ_sh0KzDVye3UIfGuZgHAcrY7FkjvmdAVN_8eg84yRTreckKFB2_Me9CF3ZhufvTs2OOHJMTgs9lIJ38HD1cCHQEo6T1ihRlGS8iftgdGyxfIB202auRkNRtvE4Ps5lOMo/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQl1xkLJr2C8PiiWu_119f7rgrOlBVgyHJ4jCtuoz4psreTe25tMBqouoeGQ_sh0KzDVye3UIfGuZgHAcrY7FkjvmdAVN_8eg84yRTreckKFB2_Me9CF3ZhufvTs2OOHJMTgs9lIJ38HD1cCHQEo6T1ihRlGS8iftgdGyxfIB202auRkNRtvE4Ps5lOMo/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Well, that's enough <i>Born Loser</i> for today.Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501622379877979558.post-31765733831968095532024-02-23T14:23:00.004-06:002024-02-23T14:23:43.764-06:00Television Bore<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB-ua1NKZ-MS6lPCfe5wjPlyUlEc6DefAa-h5QXQWQtZPQ85EC8Xjq1S3ZfPcEZMXcmRiYwTd3Gw_xrTWsOFXJU9UfQTcYFIjIpaLqTwEEJg7IZcHFlEEp3HzLeCSNOR_KO83ntnGSETTqrPeQ54VMQsFzg5Nr2hkk2HfI_mhLQGAewGY4Q3B0SHu7B-s/s1355/19650721.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="1355" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB-ua1NKZ-MS6lPCfe5wjPlyUlEc6DefAa-h5QXQWQtZPQ85EC8Xjq1S3ZfPcEZMXcmRiYwTd3Gw_xrTWsOFXJU9UfQTcYFIjIpaLqTwEEJg7IZcHFlEEp3HzLeCSNOR_KO83ntnGSETTqrPeQ54VMQsFzg5Nr2hkk2HfI_mhLQGAewGY4Q3B0SHu7B-s/w640-h220/19650721.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">July 21, 1965</td></tr></tbody></table>Gotta do better than that to get Shirley's attention, Proto-Brutus. I'm surprised she doesn't feel it getting drafty or that the chair isn't rolling along behind her.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ar44Q6gXNCOT7NHUGfjrBI4VklNqxDTxsyTdV5Rr04JXyzIvA8m2vyKA5DBSiAlXQb9zzHzPqkcvfunR6mSOGNoAD8MaYaS98d1oSo9-D1ITYPdZwwy6xqIkG94rTbNrcyxixk0ymX7s8aEQhD9lxvRN-kAVncWlryo3TJ_ejHLdq3uKUEdxGQI17Co/s900/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="900" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ar44Q6gXNCOT7NHUGfjrBI4VklNqxDTxsyTdV5Rr04JXyzIvA8m2vyKA5DBSiAlXQb9zzHzPqkcvfunR6mSOGNoAD8MaYaS98d1oSo9-D1ITYPdZwwy6xqIkG94rTbNrcyxixk0ymX7s8aEQhD9lxvRN-kAVncWlryo3TJ_ejHLdq3uKUEdxGQI17Co/w640-h184/Untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div>Brutus must be watching <i>La Brea</i>.<div><br /></div><div>Maybe Brutus would be more engaged in the show if he sat up and sat in that chair like a normal person.</div>Brian Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09846597888543115796noreply@blogger.com