More Shoes, Glorious Shoes!

Today is 12-13-14.  Not only does Friday the 13th fall on a Saturday this month, it's the last sequential day of the 21st century.  Next up is 01-02-03, in 2103. I have something planned, Bob

More shoes and a (repeat) bonus at the end.  Between Friends, In The Bleachers (surprise!), Rubes, Speed bump, Real Life Adventures, Sherman's Lagoon, and a repeat from Howland and Churchy.

Churchy's full name is Churchill LaFemme but everyone calls him Churchy, which is how you'd pronounce the French Cherchez.  Cherchez La Femme literally means "look for the woman" and comes from a French novel.  The reference is to the fact that when there is a crime, or irrational or out-of-character behaviour and one needs to find a reason, "look for the woman."

I just think it's cute that his last name is "the woman."

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I WANT A PAIR!

Simple Pleasure? My Worst Enemy

If I was employing the royal we, I could say "we have met the enemy and he is us."

Since that's not something I normally do, I'll just admit to being my own worst enemy.

I was in New York, visiting my mother with my two boys.  She lives in the same apartment she has lived in for the last 58 years.  I don't think kitchen furnishings have changed in the last 40.  I should be able to navigate blindfolded.

Yet Sunday evening I put my little toe squarely into the iron leg of the kitchen table.

New idea: the lower six or eight inches of any furniture that touches the floor should be made of rubber.  Or maybe plastic filled with water, like those breakaway barrels on the expressway surrounding concrete supports.  It should definitely never be made of any substance harder than the toebone.  Without even looking, from the amazing pain, I was sure it was broken.  Visual examination the next day showed a blue and purple barrel where my pinky toe used to be.  The pain reminded me that I had broken it, in case I wasn't able to look at it all the time as a visual reminder.

My mother, Captain Hindsight, said "you should have had shoes on."

I'm planning on getting out soon.  I think I'll wear a dress, wig, makeup, jewelry, and sneakers.  Anyway, it's snowing now and heels and snow are a bad combination.

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We Are Everywhere!

No not really.  I made a tiny edit to the caption.

Remember, Friday the 13th falls on a Saturday this month (see below).

A Classic

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Maybe you've have heard of this, or seen it long ago and wondered where you could find it again.  Maybe you've never heard about it.  It is a classic, probably from the late 50s or early 60s.  Walt Kelly was a genius of a cartoonist.  I remember when I was young, I used to skip over Pogo.  The typeface was just too much work for a young reader to work through.  When I got a bit older, I decided that since I read every other strip in the paper, I should read Pogo too.  After a few weeks, I was kicking myself for skipping it all those years.

Like Lil Abner, Pogo could be very political, using clever satire and analogies.  But it was also fun at a just-look-at-the-pictures-and-enjoy-the-punchline level.  His artwork was wonderful, so be sure to click and enlarge.

Walt's children tried to revive Pogo, but decided that the strips had shrunk too much to do justice to the art their father made famous.