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This young man does not seem overly excited about his Toys
Yesterday we did a little antique malling. We were going to go to a shop further out but they didn't answer their phone and had no posted hours and I'm not driving 45 minutes into farmland on the chance they might be open or even still in business. So we came back to Toronto and had Chinese food and went down to the AN party at SF Contario where Eileen's sister clued us into Neustadt Ontario, birthplace of former prime minster Diefenbaker, where there are antique shops. Worth a visit someday.
Friday I had a dr's appointment and got a flu shot so I feel (a) ready to face the cold and flu season, and (b) my arm is sore. Monday I had a dentist appointment. A couple of weeks ago the car was in the shop getting brakes, an alignment, and an oil change. We're ready for the winter, all of us!
Good thoughts for a speedy recovery to Mike Horne in Boston who suffered a stroke yesterday; he's in hospital and the prognosis is good and as Dave III said we all want boring stories of uncomplicated recovery. This has been a pretty bad year so far for fans and friends suffering. Make it stop already.
Thursday is this week's Stupid Comics, which is a 1951 romance comic about a timber baron who meets cute with a dance instructor but who is affianced to a scheming gold-digger, and the triangle of heartbreak, cigarette smoking, and 1950s foundation garments that results.
This one's drawn by Cracked's Bill Ward, who spent years illustrating the "Nanny Dickering" fake interview series, and if you remember the pneumatically-designed Dickering then you probably wouldn't be surprised to learn Ward had a side job producing ultra-weird fetish illustrations for a wide variety of publications. Sometime in the early 60s Ward abandoned the ink and went straight for pencils, but his inks here have a weird over-done style that makes everything more obsessive and frustrated, I think.
Today is doing some grocery shopping, going by the post office, and getting my strip done. It's cold out there!
Yesterday we did a little antique malling. We were going to go to a shop further out but they didn't answer their phone and had no posted hours and I'm not driving 45 minutes into farmland on the chance they might be open or even still in business. So we came back to Toronto and had Chinese food and went down to the AN party at SF Contario where Eileen's sister clued us into Neustadt Ontario, birthplace of former prime minster Diefenbaker, where there are antique shops. Worth a visit someday.
Friday I had a dr's appointment and got a flu shot so I feel (a) ready to face the cold and flu season, and (b) my arm is sore. Monday I had a dentist appointment. A couple of weeks ago the car was in the shop getting brakes, an alignment, and an oil change. We're ready for the winter, all of us!
Good thoughts for a speedy recovery to Mike Horne in Boston who suffered a stroke yesterday; he's in hospital and the prognosis is good and as Dave III said we all want boring stories of uncomplicated recovery. This has been a pretty bad year so far for fans and friends suffering. Make it stop already.
Thursday is this week's Stupid Comics, which is a 1951 romance comic about a timber baron who meets cute with a dance instructor but who is affianced to a scheming gold-digger, and the triangle of heartbreak, cigarette smoking, and 1950s foundation garments that results.
This one's drawn by Cracked's Bill Ward, who spent years illustrating the "Nanny Dickering" fake interview series, and if you remember the pneumatically-designed Dickering then you probably wouldn't be surprised to learn Ward had a side job producing ultra-weird fetish illustrations for a wide variety of publications. Sometime in the early 60s Ward abandoned the ink and went straight for pencils, but his inks here have a weird over-done style that makes everything more obsessive and frustrated, I think.
Today is doing some grocery shopping, going by the post office, and getting my strip done. It's cold out there!
