SNYDERMANIA: Snyder Comics #26 Happy flYing piG dAy!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Snyder Comics #26 Happy flYing piG dAy!

When Pigs Fly #26

14 comments:

ISRAEL CARRASCO said...: Does that pig also live in frozen hell?; February 1, 2011 at 1:19 PM
#167 Dad said...: Iz,
Yes, when pigs fly on a freezing day in Hell. Great name for a comic.; February 1, 2011 at 1:35 PM
JJ said...: Happy FPD. Where can I buy a tee shirt!; February 1, 2011 at 4:45 PM
Unknown said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; February 1, 2011 at 9:46 PM
Unknown said...: Nice toon. Ain't nothin' flyin' round here but 'bout an inch of snow an hour.; February 1, 2011 at 9:47 PM
Tom Hakkinen said...: You guys get a Flying Pig Day in Arizona???! We only get rubbish holidays like the Queens Birthday and Australia day and stuff!; February 2, 2011 at 12:47 AM
Susan R. Mills said...: Flying Pig Day! I love it! I'm with David though. There's nothing flying around here but a bunch of snow.; February 2, 2011 at 11:34 AM
JJ said...: I just dropped in to say hello. Have a great weekend!; February 5, 2011 at 8:17 AM
#167 Dad said...: JJ,
I would sell t-shirts but I'm sure I would figure out a way to lose money on the process; February 6, 2011 at 10:18 AM
#167 Dad said...: Davic,
Thanks for swinging by. Believe it or not, it's cold here too...; February 6, 2011 at 11:08 AM
#167 Dad said...: Akseli,
I kinda made up the holiday. Think it has a chance of catching on?; February 6, 2011 at 11:11 AM
#167 Dad said...: Susan,
Thans for reading.
You mean it's snowing in Kansas?; February 6, 2011 at 11:19 AM
Guely of Sweden said...: Where's my comment! I guess is as they say in The Godfather "Sleeping with the fishes" or should i say "flying with the pigs"?; February 14, 2011 at 11:52 AM
#167 Dad said...: G-Man,
Nobody loves the Godfather like you, my friend. One of these days, I'll tell you about my Bonanno connection...; February 21, 2011 at 5:38 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?