Today’s Zippy takes us to the Schuyler Diner (500 Schuyler Ave.) in Lyndhurst NJ (20 miles west of Manhattan), where Zippy and Griffy debate quilted steel while on the prowl for rice pudding: diner chic. And the diner staff are sore pressed (“Sometimes I think I shall go mad”, one cries out, literarily.)
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Yesterday’s Zippy goes out for sliders:
(#1) Zippy chats with counter man Sid at the Zipworld counterpart of the Little Tavern, 115 Washington Blvd. in Laurel MD, where donuts now roll alongside the sliders
Two recent One Big Happy strips on linguistic themes, one phonological / orthographic, the other semantic / pragmatic:
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Recently in Zippy, two poignant strips about cartoonist Bill Griffith’s childhood and the cartoon character Little Max; and then today, a strip in which Zippy wakes up three days in a row transformed into a cartoon character, only to emerge from these dreams on the fourth day — but as yet another cartoon character.
My morning name from a few weeks ago was the technical term oxytone. From NOAD2:
adj. oxytone: (especially in ancient Greek) having an acute accent on the last syllable.
with an etymology < Gk. ὀξύτονος, oxýtonos, ‘sharp-sounding’. with the first of our ‘sharp’ elements in modern English: OXY, oxy– (from Greek) or oxi– (from Latin).
As a prosodic term in Greek, it’s part of the set:
oxytone – paroxytone – proparoxytone
corresponding to the more familiar Latin terms:
ultimate – penultimate – antepenultimate
— that is,
final, last – next to last, second from the end – third from the end
OXY is familiar from the rhetorical term oxymoron < Gk. ὀξύς oksús ‘sharp, keen, pointed’ + μωρός mōros ‘dull, stupid, foolish’ — as it were, ‘sharp-dull’, referring to apparently contradictory combinations of expressions.
But wait, there’s more!
Q: Did they ever have anatomic war?
A: Have you never heard of the great Anatomic War and one of its signal encounters, the 1346 Battle of Extremities, in which the Phalanges, with their long bones, overwhelmed the armored Carpals and Metacarpals?
(#1) Phalanges shooting down the Carpal and Metacarpal forces
Today’s Bizarro takes us back to the Batverse of the 19th century, when superhero life was simpler:
(#1) Batman and Robin emerging from the Batcave on their Bathorse
(If you’re puzzled by the odd symbols in the cartoon — Dan Piraro says there are 3 in this strip — see this Page.)
David Preston on Facebook, with a comment on my posting yesterday “Alpine news for penises”, whose centerpiece was a large mountaintop wooden penis in Austria:
Also see the Finnish tradition of leirikyrpä.
A military camp tradition, specifically, illustrated here:
Came up in a Facebook discussion involving Ann Burlingham and Aric Olnes, the catchphrase in this bit of digital art by Methune Hively:
off like a herd of turtles, referring to a very slow start or to slow progress after an auspicious start – based on the horse-racing announcer’s They’re OFF!, plus the legendary slowness of turtles, with the rhyming play thrown in.
Two recent pieces of p.r. ad-talk: one over the top with business jargon; one framed as a lifestyle or fashion ad. Both touting a preposterous product: a podcast about the “facets and opportunities” of death; a notebook of paper infused with the proprietary scent of a tech company.