What’s the problem now?
Real ballons at car dealerships are missing? I think I might need more information. Do you have more details?
All right then. This helps somewhat. What else?
This is helping. Anything further?
Thank you; I appreciate your cooperation. We’ll get on this right away.
I am starting to think that I could make a new sub-category in the store front art category just dedicated to nail salon claw art. I’m not sure I want to do that yet. When you start looking for something, it suddenly starts showing up everywhere. And I don’t think I want to start seeing claws everywhere.
But look – blue leaves!
Today (I guess technically it was yesterday) was really tough. The corporation I am currently working for made some “redundancy reductions.” It’s hard for me to say whether they don’t know or don’t care what value they have cost the company by laying these extremely dedicated and experienced folks off.
All I can say is don’t worry, and fly off for greener pastures, folks. These maroons that laid you off can’t even get their torches lit.
My friend John Vu knows a lot about food and bicycles, so of course he heard about this incident in Massachusetts before I did:
(from The Enterprise) The victim told police he was riding his bike about 8 a.m. Sunday when Michael A. Baker, whom he does not know, came up to him “and started swinging sausage links at him,” Lt. David Dickinson said Sunday.
“He said he was trying to hit him with that. The victim had no idea why,” Dickinson said.
…The victim told police Baker stole a silver chain, ring and silver bike from him.
These pieces of storefront art have been eluding me for a few weeks.
I was even starting to think they were a mirage I had seen on my way to work one day. “That baby… and the coffee…”. Much as I tried to find them on subsequent days, they were nowhere in sight. And then, they reappeared.
And the baby.
Actually, that’s another baby, though a pretty good one at that. This is the baby that had been haunting me:
I’m so glad I found you again, baby. I think I will call you Copertor.
I think I may have been a little overdramatic and maudlin with my last post. My apologies; I realize that most people coming here for weekend cartoons do not want anything more than an octopus wearing boots and maybe some little Danish cookies. Here is my attempt to remedy the situation.
Via The Whelk from Metafilter
Benny had to leave work early today so he didn’t get to be on set with Chaz Bono. He’s never been on set with Chaz Bono before, but he was on set with Chastity Bono once. So, the same but different.
I wonder if Chaz Bono has seen this cartoon, and if he has, if it makes him sad. It’s kind of jarring to me to see Sonny run into the pole like that, and he’s not even my dad. I once rented my ’67 Plymouth Valiant to a film production for use in a scene depicting the main character’s father’s death by car accident, and some years later my dad actually died in a car accident, so maybe I understand. And maybe Chaz has never seen this cartoon.