SNYDERMANIA: WHEN PIGS FLY - snYder coMics #13

Sunday, May 16, 2010

WHEN PIGS FLY - snYder coMics #13

Sophisticated, soshmisticated - I can't help digging bad puns...

12 comments:

BeFrank said...: Udderly sublime.; May 16, 2010 at 1:21 PM
#167 Dad said...: hahahahahahahha. you have a great sense of moomor.; May 16, 2010 at 1:35 PM
JJ said...: I don't want to milk this one too much or it will get boaring.; May 16, 2010 at 1:43 PM
Anonymous said...: I love the comment by JJ. 'Don't want to milk this one too much'!

Good luck finding your novels a home by the way. Keep at it. It just has to fall upon the right agents desk. Easily said than done, I know.; May 16, 2010 at 4:27 PM
ISRAEL CARRASCO said...: The brother on the right came out of the closet. Does that make him a dairy queen?; May 17, 2010 at 4:38 AM
#167 Dad said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; May 17, 2010 at 5:22 PM
#167 Dad said...: OK JJ,
the third brother is an eggceptional chicken farmer...; May 17, 2010 at 5:23 PM
Midlife Roadtripper said...: Hahahahahahaha! The udder brother!; May 17, 2010 at 8:28 PM
#167 Dad said...: Isreal,
Dairy Queen! You guys are en fuego!; May 18, 2010 at 5:00 PM
Tgoette said...: Very amoosing!; May 19, 2010 at 12:21 AM
Momma Fargo said...: I love pigs!; May 20, 2010 at 1:05 AM
#167 Dad said...: Toegette,
This is getting bad but I gues I'd better moooove over. I'm not the only maker of bad puns, huh?

Momma,
Of course you do.; May 21, 2010 at 12:31 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?