SNYDERMANIA: Snyder Comics/Soaring Swine #24

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Snyder Comics/Soaring Swine #24

WHO AMONGST US HAS NOT ASKED THIS PRESSING HISTORICAL QUESTION?

Bad Joke of the week:

What kind of hot dogs should be eaten on Halloween?

Halloweenies

I stole this bad joke from an episode of Happy Days.

10 comments:

BeFrank said...: Ha-ha, wait, what?; October 31, 2010 at 11:28 AM
JJ said...: Abe's not around today? I heard he was taking in a show. Happy Halloween.; October 31, 2010 at 11:31 AM
#167 Dad said...: JJ,
I hear Grant can't make it...; November 1, 2010 at 6:49 PM
Momma Fargo said...: LOL. Love it. Brilliant!; November 2, 2010 at 6:23 PM
Midlife Roadtripper said...: Yeah, bad joke. Like the Abe one though.; November 3, 2010 at 11:00 AM
Guely of Sweden said...: Eeeh, what's "inside game"? :(; November 4, 2010 at 1:54 PM
Clif said...: At 6 feet, 4 inches tall, Abe could definitely hold down the post.; November 4, 2010 at 9:06 PM
#167 Dad said...: G-Man,
I thought Euros loved the great game of basketball.
An inside game is the skill set held by big guys who play in the area of the court closest to the basket.; November 7, 2010 at 12:55 PM
Guely of Sweden said...: (With Brando's voice)It was not the euros, Snyder, it was me!; November 7, 2010 at 2:04 PM
#167 Dad said...: G-man,
Wasn't your night? You coulda taken that bum apart. You coulda been contender. You coula had class...; November 7, 2010 at 2:47 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?