Unstable solution

Someone posted this to “The Psychedelic Solution!” Facebook page, so I guess I can’t quit Facebook quite yet. Google Translate says this cartoon is entitled either “Massage Concert” or “Container For Auto.” Not sure if I can quit Google Translate yet.

Published in: on September 15, 2018 at 8:18 am  Leave a Comment  
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Movie or not, I’m sueing the city

I found this flyer in Elysian Park a couple of weeks ago. Usually I can follow the story in these sorts of things, sort of, but this one has me stumped. I can’t even get started – the 777 = 21 seems like it’s going somewhere, but then the other numbers just muddle everything up. Anybody want to fill me in on the conspiracy theory here?

Is Zardoz involved?

Published in: on September 11, 2018 at 6:21 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Oil change

This is one of those confusing cartoons where some animals wear pants and shoes and buy things and other animals act like real-world animals. That’s about all I can say about this cartoon other than noting that the patent medicine guy has some real rubberhose-style legs. There’s no real plot or resolution here, but his legs are pretty great to watch.

Published in: on September 8, 2018 at 8:04 am  Leave a Comment  
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Bow wow

Before he made terrifying sword-wielding skeletons and sword-wielding Hindu deities and sword-wielding dinosaurs (maybe I have that one wrong), Ray Harryhausen was making cartoon shorts based on nursery rhymes. I always found Old Mother Hubbard’s dog kind of confusing, but as far as I recall he never wielded a sword so hooray for Ray for branching out on that.

Playing the piper

Sorry for not posting a cartoon yesterday morning. I was busy celebrating Play Music On The Porch Day with some friends. I do not have the skills that young Tom here has, as I did not save any kittens from a well or conjure up nursery rhyme-themed plants in the garden, but I think we all had fun.

Perhaps he’s gone off the deep end

While trying to find out where the phrase “lost your marbles” came from, I found this article on the Oxford Dictionaries blog that ties together lumber, furniture, Virginia Woolf and Nicholson Baker. There are some astounding leaps in the progression of the idiom in the theory being proposed, so astounding that they remind me of the origin of “raspberry” (in lieu of “Bronx Cheer”). So that’s making me figure that the theory must be correct. Slang never makes sense.

Why was I looking up “lost your marbles”? Well…

Published in: on August 22, 2018 at 7:44 pm  Leave a Comment  
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There are a lot of uncles somewhere

This cartoon was pretty cute but I still feel like I need to fill my house with boric acid. Go make a hill someplace and leave me alone, guys.

Published in: on August 18, 2018 at 7:53 am  Leave a Comment  
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Benny and I decided to go snorkeling on Catalina Island this weekend. On the ferry over here, there was a magazine that listed all the fun things to do on the island. It suggested that seniors might appreciate getting some salt water taffy. Why this was an activity for seniors, we were not sure.

We’re probably going to stick with snorkeling. I wonder if we’re going to see any hairy octopus.

Etiquette & superstition: fans of death

I had to double-check that I hadn’t covered fans before. Actually it’s two topics, at the very least, so today I’m going to narrow it down to fans near the dead.

ETIQUETTE: At one point in time, folding hand fans were a necessity for a lady, not just for making subtle/not-so-subtle non-verbal signals to another party, but for keeping one’s self from fainting in times of distress and exertion (see: corsets). During mourning, initially one was to keep the fan black, white or gray, and free from feathers and mirrors and such, but of course the “sexy widow” thing took over as it always seems to do and before you know it, mourning fans had lace and fancy designs just like any other fashionable fan. Fan it, lady. Find a new husband with that fancy fan. Per Purdue University, a mourning fan from 1751 featured this quote:

“Here lies Fred, who was alive and is dead; Had it been his father, I had much rather; Had it been his brother, still better than another; Had it been his sister, no one would have missed her; Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation; But since ‘tis only Fred, who was alive and is dead, There’s no more to be said.”

You can find some other charming fans collected by the Tippecanoe County Historical Association at the Purdue University website.

SUPERSTITION: Fan death. FAN DEATH. If you’re in Korea, you will kill everybody inside a room if you run an electric fan in there without cracking open a window. At the very least it will cause nausea or facial paralysis. But then you wouldn’t call it FAN DEATH.

The gift of Gabby

I really liked Gabby the Goat when I was a kid (whoops), but I never thought until now how odd it was that he was such a hothead. Sure, goats scream a lot and kick and head butt small children, but they always do it with a peaceful expression. Gabby, what’s the problem?

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