The One With the Grammar Mistake

Yup, it should be your, not you’re. Screwed up. Sometimes the creative part of writing does not play well with the grammatical part.  At least in my brain.

Of course, we’re supposed to have an editor to correct these things, but he was probably distracted after he went into shock when he saw we used you’re correctly in the second panel.

One out two ain’t bad.

The Future Smells Like Old Band-Aids

I never read the manual.  Or a map.  Or road signs.  Or dialogue boxes.  Or warning labels.

I do read my wife pretty well.

Thanks for keeping me alive, honey.

Love, Prey, Eat

I’ve done this gag about 14 different ways and it never gets old.

Nature isn’t sentimental. You leave your socks on the coffee table just once and you’re served sautéed with some fava beans and nice Chianti.

Fup-pup-pup-pup-pup!

A Kinder, Gentler, Less Low Brow Over the Hedge

Full Disclosure:  today’s Sunday was written by T.  I’ve been buried in the final push to finish my kid’s book and T’s chipped in by writing a few Sundays.  Today’s cartoon is a nice, safe, solid, right-down-the-middle, inoffensive, everybody-can-relate cartoon.  As opposed to the risky, left-field, almost always offensive to someone, niche-y, only-oddballs-can-relate stuff I write.

I pretty much swing for the fences and strike out a lot.  But when I connect it can be pretty special.  I appreciate those of you who hang around for the fireworks — sporadic though they may be.

In the meantime, enjoy a kinder, gentler, less head-scratching Over the Hedge.

It won’t last long.

 

Non Sequitor Marriages Never Work

In retrospect “mixed marriages” was probably a poor punchline.   “Mismatched” would have been better.  Or perhaps “random assorted housewares.”

I really don’t care who or what anyone marries.  I’ve never understood the logic behind the idea that a dish marrying a spoon threatens my marriage.  Some of my best friends are dishes and spoons.   That’s why I’m supporting a constitutional amendment guaranteeing the right of all housewares, tableware and cutlery to marry.

Spatulas deserve love too.

Bleacher Chums

My wife and I just celebrated our 26th wedding anniversary last Tuesday.   And as far as I know I don’t have any suspicious moles on my back.

As far as I know.

Old Maid, Sponge Bob to Wed

Everybody now…

They live in a pineapple under the sea.
SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS AND OLD MAID!

Mine is a very strange job.  But someone has to do it.