The meaning of (our) life
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
So I had already laid out two new strips earlier. Took more time than I'd like to say. And all I needed to finish today's (which sets up tomorrow's) was one little piece from one little spot on the Internet. A little spot which has been down for about eight hours now. So, ta-daa, today's even newer strip is just minutes out of the oven. Fresh and tasty. Hope you enjoyed it.
e-mail this strip: click the envelope below | Tomorrow: Um, I no longer know
posted by A. Klemmer at Wednesday, October 12, 2005
6 Comments:
What happened to Dear George W.? Or is there some cryptic meaning behind those words that I don't know..
*raise eyebrow*
Ah, Dear George W. I'm glad to know somebody reads those "tomorrow" things. The reason for the missing strip is explained under the replacement strip. In short, I couldn't get something I needed to finish it. Probably it won't run 'til next week now. Sorry. (Feel free to lower your eyebrow now.)Thanks for asking.
don't you love farce? my fault, i fear. i thought you'd want what i want; sorry, my dear.
well, ya got me. i was going to quietly withdraw from your audience but you pulled me back somehow. probably because i can't resist humor about farts.
oh, farce. so if twitz isn't "a light dramatic composition marked by broadly satirical comedy and improbable plot," could it be "finely chopped and highly seasoned meat or fish that is either served alone or used as a stuffing?" perhaps mike and tall thin dude might be proud to participate either way.
but really, how else would you describe a comic strip depicting freud (the subject prompting the original comment) as a character shaped like a ... cigar?
oh, and i ain't yo' sista. you talkin' to that nun chick. smooches, i'm out. send in the clowns.
Yep, I like "farce." The point of those quick four panels is that they end up being, well, a farce. I hope, rather than quietly withdrawing, you'll not so quietly stay. The smooches are appreciated. As is the highly chopped and seasoned meat or fish.
P.S. Sounds like Ms. Puffintoad enjoys your presence, as well.
puff'toadie: what up, girl. when are we getting together again? did you get that farce recipe i sent you? maybe it'll be good in your holiday turkey. remember that one time we gnawed on giant turkey legs for dinner?
klem-master: um ... oh, nevermind. i'm all out of "farce" jokes, what after farts, forcemeat, and sondheim. don't know what to say—again, speechless in your presence. um ... give my regards to your wife? smooches to her too. wouldn't wanna get you in trouble.
Ah, so the newer strip..
:p
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