Spot the Humidifier

Both the kids are sick with the sniffles, but I can’t give our 5-month old any medicine, so the pediatrician recommended a humidifier for her room.

I found this one over at Target and thought it would be fun:

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But all week I’ve been thinking about it like this:

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(Note to Mark Heath – If you and the syndicate run with this, I want at least a dinner out.)

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Yes. In Fact, I Would Like a Hawaiian Punch.

Read about the passing of Jan Svochak over at Cartoon Brew, and I immediately thought about this game my neighbors across the street had when I was a kid:

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What you’d do is make a little pineapple out of Play-Doh and move it around the board. I don’t remember the rules, but I do remember that transcendant moment when you could take your big plastic guy and say “How’d you like a nice Hawaiian Punch?!” and smash their pineapple!

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God, how I coveted that game.

I’m sure parents came to loathe Punchie, but those commercials and that stupid game brought me a not insignificant amount of joy when I was a kid. Thanks Mr. Svochak.

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It’s Not Easy Writing Green

KarlspotIf Mark Heath were a cop, not only would he play by his own rules, he’d probably alphabetize them and pick out a really nice font.

Check out Mark’s blog about contemplating breaking his own Spot the Frog rules. It’s the kind of blog I love to read – a much deeper look into what cartoonists think about.



And go read Spot, dagnabbit!

(BTW, the green font isn’t an error. After writing that title I got a little goofy with my blogging software. It’s been a long day and I’m a little tired and punchy. So sue me.)

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Snoopy’s Complete Novel

Snoopy2I don’t remember how or why I came across this, but it’s a pretty fun read:

“It Was A Dark And Stormy Night”

by Snoopy

Part I

It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out! A door slammed. The maid screamed.

Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon!

While millions of people were starving, the king lived in luxury. Meanwhile, on a small farm in Kansas, a boy was growing up.

Part II

A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day.

At that very moment, a young intern at City Hospital was making an important discovery. The mysterious patient in Room 213 had finally awakened. She moaned softly.

Could it be that she was the sister of the boy in Kansas who loved the girl with the tattered shawl who was the daughter of the maid who had escaped from the pirates? The intern frowned.

“Stampede!” the foreman shouted, and forty thousand head of cattle thundered down on the tiny camp. The two men rolled on the ground grappling beneath the murderous hooves. A left and a right. A left. Another left and right. An uppercut to the jaw. The fight was over. And so the ranch was saved.

The young intern sat by himself in one corner of the coffee shop. he had learned about medicine, but more importantly, he had learned something about life.

THE END

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