From a Pinterest board, cavemen and their microscopes:
Archive for June, 2017
An old mammoth joke
June 9, 2017An old resultative joke
June 8, 2017From Wilson Gray on ADS-L on the 6th, in a discussion of a joke that turns on a structural ambiguity, a totally different joke of this sort:
A drunk is staggering along the sidewalk muttering to himself, “It can’t be done! I couldn’t do it!” A passer-by comments, “Damn, man, you all fucked up!, It must have been something terrible! What couldn’t you do?!” The drunk answers, “Drink Canada dry!”
The joke doesn’t quite work in print like this, unless you use all-caps, the way artist Richard Prince did in this “joke painting”:
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Untitled (Drink Canada Dry), acrylic and silkscreen on canvas, 1998
The joke of course also works fine in speech. (Early occurrences in print have only either Canada Dry or Canada dry, with text that points the reader towards the other.)
Two things: the joke and its history
The word came down on Pentecost
June 7, 2017Four language-related strips in my comics feed on Sunday the 4th, which this year was Pentecost,
the Christian festival celebrating the descent of the Holy Spirit on the disciples of Jesus after his Ascension, held on the seventh Sunday after Easter. (NOAD2)
KJV Acts 2:3: And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them
The word came down. In One Big Happy, Rhymes Wth Orange, Zits, and xkcd.
Distracting moments in gay male erotica
June 6, 2017(Warning: kinky mansex territory, so NSFW and not for kids or the sexually modest.)
The header on a Facebook posting by Michael Palmer, which took me to the BareTwinks site and scenes like ths one:
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Griffy Dimwit
June 6, 2017
Fairy gardens
June 5, 2017Yesterday on Pinterest, this offering of a Fairy Garden:
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This is a container garden, with real plants. But tiny real plants, mini-plants, or you might say, fairy plants. Using the snowclonelet composite fairy X ‘small or delicate X’.
For the day
June 5, 2017The text:
And I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered or driven to its knees
But it’s alright, it’s alright, for we live so well, so long
Still, when I think of the road we’re traveling on
I wonder what’s gone wrong, I can’t help it I wonder what’s gone wrongAnd I dreamed I was dying, I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying, and high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty, sailing away to sea, and I dreamed I was flying
A song of loss, regret, weariness, resignation… and transcendance.
This is my man Jacques’s death day (14 years ago, on a day as beautiful as this one is). I was about to post some photos of his, from Columbus OH and here in California, and I’ll still do this, but Ann Burlingham just posted on Facebook a reminiscence of a moment from the time when she shared the Columbus house with J and me, a sweet reminiscence of Ann and me dissolving on hearing, by chance on the radio, the song excerpted above, sung hauntingly by the Indigo Girls.
Not until you’ve fried it
June 5, 2017Caught on a local tv station, an ad for Spam:
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An easy pun — fried for tried — on a formulaic expression, Don’t knock it until / ’til / till you’ve tried it. In service of an exhortation to enjoy Spam by frying it just like ham.
First, on the ad campaign. Then, on the expression.
Another reversed Donald
June 4, 2017Yesterday, a Magritte-style reversal: It’s a pipe! It’s a POTUS!
Now, several friends pointing me to a B3ta page yesterday, with the comment
Who knew that if you turned Donald Duck upside down you get the other Donald?
Turn them upside-down.
(Artist not identified.)
As with the Magritte parody, the joke depends on POTUS’s jutting hair.
Detached bodyparts in the comics
June 4, 2017Remarkably, together in today’s comics feed, two cartoons about detached body parts.