Archive for June, 2009

Baby Blues (6/30/09)

June 30, 2009

06-30-09 (Baby Blues)

I can empathize with the woman in this strip, given the number of dishes piled high atop my kitchen sink. At present, there are four (4) dinner plates, four (4) dinner glasses, three (3) Tupperware containers with lids, one (1) stainless steel frying pan with lid, one (1) non-stick frying pan with lid, one (1) large mixing bowl, one (1) plastic water bottle and at least a dozen (12) cooking and eating utensils. I’m going to wash these dishes now, at which point I’m sure another stack will magically appear on the counter beside me. If not today, then tomorrow. And every day for the rest of my life.

Garfield (6/29/09)

June 29, 2009

06-29-09 (Garfield)

My washing machine went on the fritz this weekend, in the middle of a load of white laundry. It stopped just prior to the spin cycle, which meant that my clothes sat in soapy (yet seemingly unclean) water while I tried to correct the problem. The rinse cycle still worked and the clothes weren’t caught on any part of the machine, so I couldn’t understand why the spin cycle was a no-go. Then I did what any self-respecting handyman would do; I waited five minutes before trying the spin cycle again. That did the trick, but I’m also pretty sure the drain hose in the back is clogged up. Since the washer/dryer is crammed into a small space, I’ll need to wait a week for the building technician to come out. Fortunately, I have enough clean clothes in reserve to avoid resorting to drastic measures.

Monty (6/28/09)

June 28, 2009

06-28-09 (Monty)

One of the central tenets of any martial art is that, no matter how skilled you become, there will always be someone stronger, faster, smarter and more proficient. We all learn from a master, who in turn learns from another master. It’s the sort of teaching that encourages humility in everyone, from the simple sailor aboard his simple sailboat to the admiral aboard his mighty battleship. Even Godzilla, with his fierce temper and Tokyo-destroying ways would do well not to get too cocky lest a monsoon swoop him out to sea.

Baby Blues (6/27/09)

June 27, 2009

06-27-09 (Baby Blues)

When I was growing up, my dad would refer to salt as “sand,” particularly when he was seasoning his scrambled eggs. I can see the resemblance in terms of consistency, but when it comes to everything else – color, smell, taste, nutritional value – the two things are worlds apart. I suppose an unusually hungry person might overlook a bit of grittiness in his eggs, but the rest of us would probably recoil at the notion of a sand-blasted serving. Then again, a ridiculously over-salted egg would be just as gritty and would have the added negative of losing almost all of its natural flavor.

Mutts (6/26/09)

June 26, 2009

06-26-09 (Mutts)

Summer arrived in Chicago this week, with temperatures hovering between the mid-80s and mid-90s. That would have been fine had my office building been properly air conditioned. Unfortunately, our system had been on the fritz for months and our building engineers had yet to resuscitate it. They kicked their relief efforts into overdrive this week and managed to fix the air conditioning by Thursday, but the previous three days were made bearable only through a combination of iced tea, long lunches in cool, nearby cafeterias and large fans blowing constantly on me and my co-workers.

Candorville (6/25/09)

June 25, 2009

06-25-09 (Candorville)

While I’m certainly not an expert on the subject, I have been following the debate over the proposed tweaking (and expansion) of our current healthcare system with some interest. A number of pundits have expressed concern over the inclusion of a government-run insurance plan that would compete with private plans. According to their logic, the government plan would be priced so low that it would put private insurers out of business. I find that scenario to be highly unlikely. Look at higher education, for example, where private universities, private trade schools and large state campuses have thrived alongside each other for years. If the government can’t carve out a monopoly in higher education (despite the amount of money it spends) then why would we be worried about the government dominating the healthcare market? If anything, the inclusion of a “public option” to compete with private plans might just keep everyone honest.

Pooch Cafe (6/24/09)

June 24, 2009

06-24-09 (Pooch Cafe)

This is one of the most disgusting comic strips I’ve seen in a long time, but I still have to give the cartoonist credit for going further than the punchline requires. Another, lesser strip might have ended with the giant bullmastiff burying the smaller dog’s face in her chest, but today’s Pooch Cafe goes one panel further. And what a panel it is. As if the look of horror smudged on the bullmastiff’s torso isn’t disturbing enough, we’re also left to wonder what on earth got stuck in the tiny dog’s mouth. Whatever it is, the thought of that substance trickling down the dog’s esophagus and working its way through his digestive system is deeply unsettling.