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"First, I need you to overnight my retainer" -- oh, what a perfect chip off the old block. Earl and Duke are going to be fun this week!
When Garry was interviewed on NPR recently they talked about the most memorable strips. Easy answer for me: the one which has been on my refrigerator door for more than six years. Mark screaming "There is no evidence of a link between Saddam Hussein and 9/11! None! Even the White House admits it!" I think that strip may have gotten the word to more Americans than any broadcast or digital sources. I just saw the movie "Fair Game." Maybe it's persuading some more people. Probably not. Anyhow, I removed the yellowing strip from the fridge for safekeeping; maybe I'll get it framed.
As much as we all like to diss Jeff and his Red Rascal fantasies, Sunday's strip made me wonder: Has Mr. Trudeau considered that Jeff might have a future writing thrillers? Jeff has had CIA training, three stints in Afghanistan, and experience in creating a character. Ian Fleming built the James Bond legend on less.
I think I get it now. Jeff's a cartoonist! He's a cartoonist whose character has a life of his own, which he acts out. He's a bit like the character Stanley Ford in the movie "How To Murder Your Wife," who, assisted by his faithful butler, Charles Firbank, acts out the scenes before he draws them for his comic strip featuring action hero Brash Brannigan.
This is hitting a little close to home. I'm reading the BLOWBACK comments on my phone while my girlfriend is sitting next to me on her computer. Kids these days, amirite?
Wow. I've been emailing you about my crush on Natalie. Instead of responding via email, Doonesbury created a strip just for me. I'm honored. You've listened to the voice of the people!
Jeff is truly heroic in a thoroughly modern mould. As a has-been fossil myself I look forward to his dashing exploits daily, with almost as much enthusiasm as I had for the tweets of Roland -- Twitter is a dreary desert without his mature wisdom. More from Jeff please, and bring back those tweets too.
The current story arc (Zipper and Jeff in the diner) is very nearly unreadable. Although "wanker" is not a word which is in as common use in the US as it is in Australia, New Zealand and the UK, and I don't like swearing in your excellent forum, it best describes Jeff (and Zipper). I am constantly amazed that the progeny of Joanie and Rick is such an outrageous one.
Today's strip is so unrealistic. Why isn't anyone in the background texting?
Kids today, with their texting and their social media. Why, in my day, all we had were text-based email servers. And we liked it! Why, I remember one day during a snowstorm, I walked five miles to get to an emulator terminal in a school library. Through the snow. Uphill. And then the city closed that road, and I took another one home. Uphill again!
When old folks don't understand something, it's easy to cross the line between humor and condescending smugness. The phone stuff, we don't get, I know. But when you make a joke out of it, it puts you one step further out into geezerhood. Kinda like Jiggs' nephew, who was into (gasp) jazz. Leave them kids alone! The adults are trouble enough.
IMHO, as an open metaphor, the panels of Jeff and Zipper represent the need for 21st century humans to have someone who will stand beside them even while they are busy dealing with the communication necessities of life. The best friends are those who remain friends even when you don't talk to them for long periods of time. Pretty clear to see how a college roommate fits that bill.
Today's strip clarifies the situation: Jeff and Zipper are talking to each other via mobile even though they are seated just an arm's length apart. An exaggeration of today's thumb-tribes, perhaps, but a thought-provoking one, as BLOWBACK has proven. A couple of predictions: In the near future, schools will teach classes in personal interaction, where kids can practice holding a conversation. And there will be a resurgence in old-style board games and pencil-and-paper games for people to learn to reconnect with each other.
After reading all the recent BLOWBACK posts I have to tell you my Sainted BF and I have spent many a weeknight evening snuggled up in bed, him roleplaying and/or on Facebook with his netbook, me on Facebook and/or a puzzle game on the laptop. Every now and then, we'd send each other hearts via FB chat. Every bit as cozy as spending an evening reading separate books together! That said, if ever I have a classroom of my own again, I intend to set up a signal jammer. It's one thing to read in bed, and another to do so under the desk.
Forty years without a fart joke, and now this.
I saw today's and yesterday's strips differently than Rev. Faser (in his "IN A CAFE" post). With my teen and young adult children in mind, I saw the guys so disracted by the non-stop texting with others that they had completely tuned each other out. Either way, it's the era of anti-social media!
Two friends meet. At last a Doonesbury strip that my 12-year-old USA-educated daughter and I both laughed at and understood!
Deja vu all over again. I had to hit yesterday's strip to make sure that today's wasn't exactly the same. I text a lot with my daughter and grandson, but they're quite remote and never sitting at the table with me. My wife and I, however, have exchanged emails at 10 feet. It's called communication, right?
It's interesting that the author of the "IN A CAFE" post had a completely different interpretation of yesterday's strip than either my wife or me. He thought Jeff and Zipper were texting one another. I inferred that neither could remember the other's name, and each was searching for a clue on his pocket pal. My wife concluded that neither had anything to say to the other, so they each turned to their pocked pal. All three of us thought it was funny. Perhaps that makes it the perfect strip.
I hope that Doonesbury, in the person of intrepid Tweeter/reporter Roland Hedley, is headed for Egypt. If so, he'd better hurry. The time is now.