CSotD: Friday Funnies, From the Sublime to the Ridiculous

But first, this

Juxtaposition of the Day

(Michael de Adder)

(Ann Telnaes)

Maybe this is what happens when cartoonists get locked down and have nothing to do but make richly detailed, multiple caricatures, but this is quite a pair to have drop on the same day.

The best part is that they assume the reader is intelligent and well-informed, and they each have confidence in their own ability. Any labels would cheapen the effect and insult everyone involved.

I’d point out, too, that they are artists with two very different styles, de Adder with a classic, realistic style and Telnaes showing her animation/Disneyesque chops, and yet each presents us with clearly identifiable faces.

I once brought a musician friend to a Boys of the Lough concert, and his response was that, normally, after a concert, you can’t wait to get home and play music yourself, but, after listening to them, he wanted to just go home, smash all his instruments and give it up.

Cartoonists might be forgiven for having a similar reaction to this juxtaposition.

 

We now resume our regular Friday Funnies

Frazz has always specialized in strips that make you stop, go back and think again, and here Jef Mallett straddles the divide between cartoonists who comment on the virus and those who, instead, keep to their normal tone and provide comic relief instead.

I never meta Frazz I didn’t like.

 

Macanudo alternates between thoughtful strips, silly strips and ones like this that just come out of nowhere for the sake of an odd, random cultural reference.

Which, BTW, is a pretty good trick for a cartoonist who grew up in Argentina, and Linears has no fears that a particular strip will go over the readers’ heads, though he admits perhaps he should:

People will put up with a bad strip. They simply won’t read it. But if they don’t understand the strip, they will hate you!

However, they do love a shared joke, knowing not everyone will get it. And not everyone will walk around with this damned ear worm for the rest of the day, but now I will.

 

Interesting choice in Sally Forth, where the normally silly, surreal strip pauses for a moment of thoughtful compassion — but wisely stages it in Nona’s household, where it won’t clash with the established comic superficiality of the main characters.

 

But a word of warning for Fastrack readers not to take Fi’s sharpness for numbers too literally: Home office deductions are slippery creatures indeed, and probably won’t apply to whatever happens in the lockdown.

You have to have a room used for nothing else, you must go through contortions to establish what percentage of income and expenses are attributable to that room, and that’s only practice for the hoops you’ll jump through when you sell the house.

Unless you have a genuine audio or art studio generating a significant income, it’s almost never worth worth either the tax break or the accounting.

 

OTOH, this Vintage Juliet Jones gave me warm memories of another dubious financial move, back when my divorce was imminent and I was all but broke.

A buddy turned me on to a company that needed someone to write movie reviews for a monthly catalog through which they would home-deliver videotapes like pizzas. They couldn’t pay me, but they’d give me shares in this preposterous venture, which I knew were worth precisely what Pop says here.

However, I got a tape deck and all the free rentals I wanted.

wotthehell

 

And Ben reminds me that, about that same time, I was head of what we called “The A-Team,” with A for “Apheresis,” because everyone else on it was a Realtor who (like freelancing me) could break away for 90 minutes to deliver a unit of platelets whenever they were needed.

It was a good feeling, but it did take me away from whole-blood donations where we had “frequent flyer” rewards. I had already earned several coffee mugs.

Today, my blood is so full of old-man chemical enhancements that I can’t donate anymore, but, if you can, you should.

And if you have a flexible schedule, ask about apheresis — they’ll really make you feel special, with or without a coffee mug.

 

Bizarro shows its youth with this gag, because some of us are old enough to remember when you didn’t have a choice: You were required to be part of the parish in your neighborhood.

Which meant that, even if your name were O’Grady, you might have to go to St. Stanislaus, while, depending on where you lived, if your name was Padjakowski, you’d still be a parishioner at St. Patrick’s.

At which point you might as well pay attention to the Mass and not bother flirting, because you’d damn well better not bring home a sweetheart of unacceptable heritage, Catholic or not.

 

Pearls provides an unpleasant little flashback.

I was out of the newsroom and running educational programs at the paper when the Ice Storm of 1998 shut our community down, but I started hearing from teachers and students that, despite our having lost Spring Break to a federally-declared disaster, the airlines were refusing to compensate for non-refundable tickets. (Sound familiar?)

So I put on my consumer-reporter hat again and began working the phones for the news department, as a research assistant and ass-kicker.

I truly found out how long you could sit on hold when you were calling in to the executive tower, and TWA was promoting Pacific flights, using a 20-second clip of Tahitian music on a continuous loop.

I should have gotten combat pay.

I’d have settled for Rat’s stereo.

 

Finally, Big Nate learns that self-important editors of school papers do not appreciate being parodied.

I discovered much the same thing when my college paper declined to print a hilarious Cliff Notes guide to their own publication.

However, they were willing to print my take on student fiction, which I see now is a case of parody so close that it is indistinguishable from its target.

But it made me laff. Still does.