SNYDERMANIA: snYder CoMic #9

Saturday, March 20, 2010

snYder CoMic #9

9 comments:

Momma Fargo said...: Nice play on history...; March 20, 2010 at 6:41 PM
Guely of Sweden said...: Good one! Herr Snyder, giant bananas and flying pigs, we are witnessing some mythology on the making here!; March 21, 2010 at 3:11 AM
JJ said...: I love it. A social comment. I can tell you are a teechur!; March 21, 2010 at 9:00 AM
BeFrank said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; March 21, 2010 at 10:24 AM
BeFrank said...: Where are the Griggits? Tell me that, Herr Snyder!; March 21, 2010 at 10:25 AM
Erika said...: this is great! I love the flying pig.; March 21, 2010 at 9:07 PM
italgalmm said...: Hardy..Har Har...

Good one.; March 22, 2010 at 4:34 PM
Susan R. Mills said...: Love it! As usual you've given me a good laugh.; March 23, 2010 at 8:09 AM
#167 Dad said...: - Thanks, Mamma...

G-Man,
I'm working on the movie script...

JJ,
We teechurs don't make much jack but we do make social comments...

Bryan,
The world ain't ready. I'm waiting for the right moment to unleash the Griggits.

Thanks, erica. I'll keep them pigs flying...

Italgalm,
Was that a Snaglepuss reference? Which cartoon character was it with the hardy har har?

Susan,
You keep telling me you're laughin' and I'll start thinking these corny cartoons are funny...; March 24, 2010 at 5:40 PM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?