SNYDERMANIA: snYder coMics #11

Sunday, April 11, 2010

snYder coMics #11 - WHEN PIGS FLY

I've run across a few people with goofy names over the years.

Extacy Queen, Liberty Bell and Ivy Wall are fomer students and Roy Beadknopf is a former classmate.

16 comments:

Momma Fargo said...: Love it!; April 11, 2010 at 12:03 PM
#167 Dad said...: Momma,
That's just the attidude we need around here!; April 11, 2010 at 12:52 PM
BeFrank said...: More Pigasus, please.; April 11, 2010 at 6:59 PM
BeFrank said...: . . .oh, and I'm loving the blog.; April 11, 2010 at 6:59 PM
Anonymous said...: You are a clever young man...

Good stuff :); April 11, 2010 at 7:20 PM
Susan R. Mills said...: I've known a few people with some interesting names myself. None of them appropriate to mention here. :); April 11, 2010 at 9:32 PM
#167 Dad said...: beFrank,
Much appreciated, Bryan. And - oh, I got more Pigasus comin'.; April 12, 2010 at 5:13 AM
#167 Dad said...: Thanks, Wendy, especially for the young part.; April 12, 2010 at 5:14 AM
#167 Dad said...: Susan,
Roy Beadknopf's name was highly inappropriate when pronounced correctly.; April 12, 2010 at 5:15 AM
italgalmm said...: Oh Man..
I thought Extacy Queen was only something you could find at a rave.
Names like this would have me climbling my ever lovin Ivy Walls!
All I can say is...
Poor Poor Roy.

Nice Job !!; April 12, 2010 at 8:47 AM
Tgoette said...: Funny stuff, dude! The cartoons and photos really show your awesome versatility. Really good blog. I'm following. Thanks for stopping by!

Oh, and I went to high school with a kid named Rusty Nail. I think he's in prison now. Probably his parents fault for naming him that.; April 12, 2010 at 10:38 AM
Guely of Sweden said...: I could come with a lot in spanish but you probably wouldn't believe me. an historical exmple would be the spanish explorer in now american lands "Cabeza de Vaca" cabeza meaning head and vaca cow. A common one would be "Dolores de Barriga" that would be Stomach Eachs!; April 12, 2010 at 2:53 PM
#167 Dad said...: italalgalmm,
I didn't have any classes with Roy, but word on the street was he gave substitutes a heckuca time explaing how to correctly pronounce his name...; April 12, 2010 at 3:42 PM
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#167 Dad said...: Tgoette,
Thanks. Looking forward to following your blog...; April 12, 2010 at 3:42 PM
#167 Dad said...: G-Man,
Next time I get burned at someone, I'm calling him a cow head...; April 12, 2010 at 8:01 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.

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