Monday, February 28, 2011

Redundant and superfluous day.

Take the stairs and walk up. How are small and petty different? One's from the French and one isn't. Taffi Meredith Heidi-Anne should know better.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

De gustibus non est disputandum.

When rotten squirrel is your favorite cologne, a combination nose warmer/butt warmer is nothing to sneeze at.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Dead tree version.

It's ironywoood.

Today's comic seen only on the internet.

Joyce Kilmer was here.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Thursday, February 24, 2011


Resorting to slapstick.

Low precision humor. Two significant figures. Infinite regression.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

It's fundamental.

Or, to quote Dr. Johnson, she just has a bottom of good sense.

It's what's on the undside that's important.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Monday, February 21, 2011

It's Professor Kingsfield.

Today we honor the late John Houseman. And we wonder if the ."J" in "J. Barnard Pillsbury" stands for "Jsmith."

Sunday, February 20, 2011

How sharper than a serpent's tooth...

Children are so ungrateful. Barney provides an unlimited supply of free drugs, and Cynthia pretends to want heroin.

Where's the brand loyalty?

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Gun Moll.

Women always fall for the bad rabbit.

She's getting a rep for being the crime doc.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

You should see the other guy.

And he probably gave him tularemia, besides.

You don't want to say "fix" to any animal.

Let a smile be your umbrella.

Every time it rains it rains Pennies from Heaven. Take two Bing Crosbys and call me in the morning.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man.

I think Clyde was too embarrassed to wear the Stay-Puft coat.

Re-gifting reaches "the street."

Brains, Brains, Brains!

Cynthia is getting that zombified look in her eyes. It must be love.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Sunday, Bloody Sunday.

Two for the price of one.

The Post and UClick ran one strip, but ran a different strip.

How many clean hands do you need at one time? February 13, 2011. (Link may not always be valid.)

A wet London weekend AND a U2 song.

Comics .com has changed its archive to correctly display the Sundays in order. This comic is from a month in the future, March 13, 2011.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Mr. Language Personator.

And, thus, a new super hero was born, MIZ PRONOUNSEEASHUN.

Origin stories ain't what they usta be.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Elementary, or possibly Middle School.

The pie's a foot. And a leg.

The Adventure of the Cardboard Box.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Dirty Dancing.

Arthur Murray is a dirty old man.

Some 'Splainin' to do.

An "I Love Lucy" tribute today.

William Holden is at the next trash can.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Video punctum tuum.

B&C's first viral Tweet.

C. Julius Caesar would have said, "Video punctum tuum." But that's a March 15 joke.

Monday, February 7, 2011

The Third Law.

That's not contradiction. That's Newtonian physics.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Duck Soup. Not just good, it's Keane!

Fortunately, Cynthia woke up before she reached the weepy-eyed Keane's and the Kinkades.

The Red Skelton clown is worth a pile, too.
The Warhol tribute to the Marx Brothers is a bit ambiguous.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Chose language.

Closed captioning provided by Sponsored by Pillsbury Pharmaceuticals, "Drug for life. Drug to death."

Friday, February 4, 2011

Wide and tall mens wearhouse.

Alternatively, XXXXV.We're going to need a bigger widescreen.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Groundhog Redux.

Nobody could have seen that coming.

Yeah, we're good at anticipating the obvious cultural references.

Rat's-are-tawny Clyde.

Lunch is escaping!

Devil's in the details.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Shadow knows.

If he sees his shadow, Clyde. If he sees his shadow.

You can Whack-a-Mole instead.

"Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today." -- Phil Connors, Groundhog Day.

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring !
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye Amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not ! Glide, rich streams, away !
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll :
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ?
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.

Work without Hope -- Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Technically speaking, the wing is on the bird.