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"The youngest Dr. Whoopee sales manager in history..." With a two-day setup on that line, it could take the prize for all time cheesiest effort by a salesman.
It seems like it would be in character for Toggle to consider taking MDMA to see if it improved the aphasia. Or LSD. Alexander Shulgin's book Pihkal describes an incident where one of his college students greatly reduced his stuttering that way.
I just want to send my condolences at Mom's passing. I wonder if Zonker is invited to the wake. Many thanks for the last 40 years!
A comment re yesterday's SayWhat? quote, where Sarah Palin's aide said the crosshair Palin used on a map "is a surveyor's symbol." It is. And we call it a target. And when we point the surveying instrument (sometimes called a gun) at it, we say we are shooting it.
I read the strip every day, making my way through 40 years of the story of Michael Doonesbury and his friends, and I've gotten a bit nostalgic with the passing of his mother, a character I always loved. I find myself wondering about some of the characters we haven't seen for a while -- Kim Rosenthal's parents, the girl Joanie cared for who yelled "It's a woman. It's a baby woman!", and Phred. Thank you, and keep up the good work. You are an inspiration to political humorists, even those amongst us who cannot draw.
Today's SayWhat? quote -- Glenn Beck emailing Sarah Palin, "Please look into protection for your family. An attempt on you could bring the Republic down." -- brings to mind the Buffalo Springfield song "For What It's Worth":
There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down...
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
Wow, you are hitting a lot of taboo subjects with Daisy's passing -- but you certainly have peeked into my family. Today's strip hit me in the gut, with the idea that a family member would steal from the house at the wake, since that's what happened to us. People don't like to talk about that side of life; I'm not sure if seeing it in your strip is a comfort (to know that it's common enough to be mentioned) or just a bad reminder.
Re today's strip: I'm glad to see GBT is a Dickens fan.
IN SOME CASES
In some cases a wedding is like a funeral. Go Zeke!
There is so much that I could say about Alan Gribben and his edited version of Huckleberry Finn, but that towering B column in the current Straw Poll speaks more eloquently than I ever could. I sometimes find myself in the short column in the Straw Poll, so it is encouraging to see the rest of Doonesbury Nation digging in on the slippery slope. It's also very encouraging to see how many have read both Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer.
One hopes Daisy's ghost may appear so as to give the strip some additional credence amongst the psychic-ESP community. She could do well to hook up with Elvis...
LOTS OF PROJECTING
Wow, some of the responses to Daisy's passing are interesting. Lots of projecting of individual mom memories onto this comic strip character. I always thought her rather sweet, but then I suspect that she was a different person with her sons -- different from the person others saw. Like my mom. Wait. How do you do that? Develop this character that despite my original purpose for writing this letter, is suddenly making me have mom memories of my own, and they aren't pleasant. Ah well, good writing. RIP Daisy, may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. I wonder where Alex is. Surely she knows...
AT U.C. SANTA CRUZ
I thought you would appreciate that a Doonesbury character has become immortalized in the annals of astronomy. At U.C. Santa Cruz we are building an instrument for detecting extrasolar planets. We are aligning its optics now and have been dealing with an unwanted spot of light that primarily impacts the red end of the light spectrum. It is known here as "The Red Rascal."
(On a completely different note: the most poignant Doonesbury moment for me was when Andy died.)
FORTY YEARS AGO TODAY
Gosh, I just love the evanescent little coincidences that pop up on the Flashbacks page. Blink and you'll miss it, but forty years ago today B.D. was watching 'True Grit' as research for his term paper on John Wayne, and today the new Jeff Bridges 'True Grit' is playing in theaters.
DIED WITHOUT A WORD
I'm so sorry Daisy died without a word. In the most recent strips she was a hoot -- and I appreciate the whole complexity around her sons' and others' memories of her.
Reading some of the previous comments, it is clear that Daisy's death has hit people in many ways. My own mother was dead almost a year before we found out about it. You could say we weren't close. None of her four children are living under rocks -- three of us are college grads and all four of our careers involve a state license of some kind or other. No one bothered looking. As a health care professional I see this distance among family members all of the time. Every time I tell the one who is shouldering the load that it is common, they don't believe me. It's interesting that you have this out there for the burden-bearers. Thank you for the strip and for turning me on to milblogs.
I WAS HOPING
In a year that I lost both grandmothers (in their 90s), saw classmates claimed by cancer, turned 50, and witnessed the Democrats getting creamed in the mid-term elections by moblie-home moronic thinking, I was hoping 2011 might be a bit brighter. Instead I have to deal with a Wall Street banker as governor, a Boehner-lead Congress and now the loss of Granny Doonesbury. What's next, is Bernie gonna keel over from a massive heart attack?! Thanks for keeping it real, Garry, even if it isn't.
Goodspeed to the Widow Doonesbury.
So the old lady bought the farm. I wonder if it would be appropriate to dance on her grave.
Ah, the widow Doonesbury. I still hear it echoing back over the years: "I yield to the witness's awesome iconography."