Another Time to Worry Tweet I am a hospice chaplain and I am not afraid of death, but I met one who was. Not sure how he did the job.
Saus for Sale Tweet This was based on an actual sign seen at a gas station near my house. Wind plays havoc with our signs around here (and everything else). I was surprised, though. how long it took them to correct the error.
Now Thats’a Thanksgiving! Tweet This occurred to me while I was driving around one day, trying to think of a Thanksgiving cartoon. Maybe I passed a pizza place. I don’t remember.
Thanksgiving Do’s and Do’nuts Tweet When this came out in the paper, it was a week before Thanksgiving, which means it shows up on-line on the actual holiday. That was not on purpose. I was just too lazy to read a calendar until it was too late.
Something Different Tweet The keenly observant will note that the series Tuttle mentions in frame three is clearly the 1980s version of the show.
Kale Sera Sera Tweet We had some kale chips recently that were actually pretty good. My wife tried to make some at home and, while tasty, just couldn’t get them as crisp as the store-bought ones.
National Biscuit Company? Tweet I had to explain this one to my sons because they didn’t realize that NBC symbol was supposed to be a peacock. Look at it: it only looks like one to those of us who know what it morphed from.
Cornholin’ Deluxe Tweet I actually sent two versions of this strip to the newspapers. In the other version, Tuttle’s words in the last panel were large (in case the small lettering wasn’t legible when the strip was reduced down for the papers). The one newspaper I heard from used the small print version. Shortly after drawing this strip, we went to a church party where someone had set up cornhole and they put the boards way further away than we’re used to playing. I felt like Phydeaux.
Where Have You Gone Mister Whipple? Tweet Even as a child, I could never understand what was so wrong about squeezing the toilet paper. Weird, yes, but not wrong. The advertisements were effective, though, for whenever I went to the grocery store with my mother I wanted to squeeze the toilet paper. And can’t we all agree that Mr. Whipple was much preferable to those bears who apparently wear underwear under their fur?