I suppose she can always poit them to safety if the landing looks as if it’s going to be too rough…
… but how the heck is Dietzel hanging on??
So that’s a plus 11.
This goes one louder.
and if she doesn’t poit in time, the air bags have deployed….
Haha, that was my thought the moment I saw the picture! At least she’s got those airbags in case of a crash landing. 🙂
D has opposable thumbs when required for Rule-of-Funny.
So the question is: is it funnier for Diezel to hang on with his opposable thumbs, or not to have them and fly off?
At this point in the comic, hanging on while M flies off… 😀
If this follows the Calvin and Hobbes law of sled rides, I’d be interested to know what the conversation is about.
And how far they fall when the ride is over.
I don’t know… talking stuffed tiger versus ASL-proficient live dog whose audience isn’t looking… He could be inventing fifteen new panicked cuss words and she wouldn’t even know.
Sandra and Woo has been homaging C&H lately…
… and again …
…albeit possibly a tad more NSFWishly.
doesn’t seem that ‘unsafe’ unless it was cleaned.. 😛
I’ve seen people at the pool wearing less…
Normally I would agree with you Illiad, but this strip takes place in the U.S. and not a nudist colony or beach. Things here tend to get a bit awkward when this is the subject. But the creators did do it cleanly and without anything showing so it is safe.
But… California is in US, right??? seen the beach??
You need to be more specific…:)
It’s getting close to year end everyone. Time to discuss what is going to happen to the pun jar. By now it has a significant amount i it and I’m assuming it will be donated to charity.
If so I recently created, no discovered, a charity that I feel would be a good one to donate to. The DDDD, Defending Distraught Distaff Doppelgangers. It’s purpose is to protect, or abet, dooplegangers who get tangled up in identity theft.
If we do decide to donate I would like a receipt from the pun jar on how much I donated this year so I can take it off on my taxes.
I say we donate to the artist so he can hire Jabberwonky as professional colorist. 😛
But is Jabber okay with that? XD
(thirded by the way)
I already have a charity, its run by adult entertainment professional (strippers) who give toys to underprivileged children for Christmas.
Its called Toys For Tits.
Give till it hurts!
You do know how they get those toys don’t ya? It’s by their other program for adults … Tits for Toys.
I for one never turn my nose on a well rounded charity
What you did there… I see it.
He’s hoping the Pun jar won’t see it–or be distracted by the other jugs. [slips a silver dollar into a handy strap]
Sorry BMonk, I can’t get away with anything. The pun jar complex is like the library. It knows everything, including my credit card numbers. ;-p
I used to hate those things when I was a kid. No directional control whatsoever, wandered any whichway and at very high rates of speed. About the only thing I never saw one do was go back up the hill without someone pulling it on a rope, but I wouldn’t have put it past one to have done it to the detriment of the riders. 😛 That’s why I preferred those little “boat” toboggans with the grooves in the bottom like a jumping ski. At least those would go straight until you dragged a hand and shifted your weight. And for some reason I can’t seem to type straight tonight, the letters keep coming out of order and I have to retype everything. Just washed my hands and can’t do a thing with them…;)
I always thought the inner tubes were worse than the plastics, because you couldn’t even feel the bumps with the tubes. There were speed issues, too–you can’t judge what speed the tube will go because sometimes the vy–vynl–the plastic stuff sticks to the snow.
No more brainwashing, please! My poor little head can’t take it! 😉 (No, seriously, I can’t spell that one.)
The last time I rode one of those dish things was 10 years ago on a Spring Break trip to visit family in Oregon. I slid into a tree. And then the snow on the tree branches fell on me. And because the snow had melted a bit around the trunk, my butt sank into the snow melt, and my arms and legs got stuck over my head in a butt-down toe-touch. I was stuck. My aunt and uncle laughed at me for a good three or four minutes before finally coming to rescue the waving hand and plaintive cries of “Help!?”
I really need to find the video they took of that dish-ride again. It was funny…once I wasn’t stuck in snow wearing Texas’s version of winter gear (read as: inadequate). 🙂
I’m jealous of those who sledded as a kid. I grew up in a really flat part of Kansas and never was on a sled until the mid-90s when some friends found one, and we took it out into the country, tied it to the bumper of one of our cars, and took turns being pulled… until the car broke down in the middle of a country mile. The car was a 1974 Impala, which we go to push to the crossroads to wait for someone to come by. After that sledding was never really that fun. 🙂
Don’t be too hasty to jump to envy.
My first trip to the emergency room (and my second, later that day) involved sledding… and rocks at the bottom of the hill. Both hills. I was five. The first one I put a dime-sized hole in my forhead, and the second, I bit clean through my lower lip. This is also how I aquired a permanent fear of doctors-near-my-head.
The 2 morals of that day: stay the heck away from doctors, and check the bottom of the sledding hill for immovable objects. ( 😉 )
So … you gashed your forehead and your parents let you go BACK to sledding again that same day? Are you sure they really wanted to keep you? Didn’t have a big insurance policy on you did they? Were there telltale signs? If you broke your leg, did they just say “walk it off?” Did they tend to “forget” you and drive off when you stopped somewhere during a trip? Did they make you light the really big fireworks on July 4th? Encourage you to run with scissors? Have you go though bad parts of town …
At night …
… With $10 bills taped all over you …
… And steaks in your pockets?
I was thinking the same thing. 🙂 I went sledding when I was little (and by sledding I mean riding a cookie sheet down a thin layer of ice and snow covered front yard-hump…no hills), and busted my chin on a street curb. My parents didn’t let me go outside again until everything had melted.
Maybe I should rephrase that a little. My parents thought I was nuts because I wanted to go back out sledding. But since the doctor had traumatized me (he put a cloth over my face for the stitches and told me my parents had disappeared–I bit him and they had to tie me down for stiches) they caved. That was the only time in my entire life that they caved. We went to a nice park, small hill with a gentle slope and went down it once… and outslid the sledding field and dropped over the bank onto the road and slid across the road and hit a decorative boarder rock. And I said, “I don’t think I want to sled any more today.”
MMmmm, Sounds like that doctor needed the refresher on pediatric bedside manner. (Sounds like you gave him a toothsome reminder on that one all the same)
I grew up in a house on a hill, but the hill was covered with dense trees, and I was that unfortunate child who ALWAYS, without fail, got sick every stinking time it snowed. So, I don’t think I sledded more than four or five times my entire childhood. In fact, I’ve played in the snow more since graduating high school than I ever did growing up. Ha.
I grew up in a really flat part of Illinois but the people who originally built our house made a nice hill out of they dirt they dug for the basement.
Dern fool of a computer!
At least West Dakota (the parts not smoothed down by glacial sandpaper/rock-ice and glacial lakes) has some respectable hills, including Suicide hill and another one, even steeper, named after a grandpa who owned the land. Makes for some fun, exciting, and fast sledding. And have even more fun avoiding the frozen cow patties!
Living up in Alaska during the winter. We’d use the front hood off of a VW beetle as a makeshift toboggan and hang onto a rope tied to the bumper of either my 72 International or someone elses car and and drag everyone around an iced up parking lot.
South Florida. We had snow flurries one year (Jan of ’77, I believe) and the highest elevation within 100 miles is 36 ft above sea level.
Absolutely no use for sleds here.
Some folks I worked with back at Honeywell in Los Angeles (late 1970s through early 1980s) had this poster up on their office door. They were avid skiing enthusiasts, always up for a challenge… possibly including ones of the “flat-lander” variety.
Sounds like the sort of humor that produced certain Dakota tourist billboards in the ’90s:
Visit North Dakota: Custer was fine when he left.
North Dakota: Mountain removal project completed.
Please tell me that’s a real hill. My sled and I have been stranded, sans inclined plane, for years…
That looks like a picture of Mt. McKinley (AKA Denali) in Alaska, I recognise it from the extreme skiing championships. They give extra points for starting an avalanche and then outrunning it…
Well, when you can “Poit” anywhere on Earth, what is a few thousand miles to you?
It isn’t the rush of adrenalin that puts that smile on her face. It’s the “lack of gravity” feeling. Like having two heavy weights lifted from her.
Oooo! Good point! Now I want to try that…but only if I can find someone to do it with me who knows how to poit people. 😛
It makes me wonder if people below her are going to report a flying saucer.
Unidentified Flying Monica??
FSM – Flying Sexy Monica
I’ve been called a SMF before …
I can’t tell if that’s a smile or terror on her face. And I can’t tell how she got up in the air — unless it was from the right and she’s already rotated 90 degrees. (And as for sad sledding stories, I’m 68 and I’ve NEVER been sledding!)
me neither 🙁 (sledding that us)
CluelessNC- My sister had to go sledding. Next time I saw her was in ICU room 4, 4 broken bone and a concussion. Three days later she wants to do it again! Crazy women, just crazy!
Those blows to the head add up after a while.
Guilty as charged.
Dashing through the snow, in a one dog open disc, all the fields we’ll go, flying all the way.
Warning bells will ring,
See the flashing lights?
What fun it is to sled and ride–
A hospital stay tonight!
Nice to see Dietzel again.
Perhaps this is the flying saucer that yesterday’s Bud saw. “PHTHBTHBTHBTHPHTPHBPH!!!”
This one is a bit difficult to figure out but it appears that the uppermost diagonal is the top of a wall, not the edge of a drop off. The dark areas are shadows of trees and the edge of the wall (lower left).
What is really weird and unusual is that the wall and rock look photo realistic! Especially the (slightly out of focus), rock and the lower left details. Paul has never drawn anywhere close to such detail before. Is this an edited photo?
He’s used photos inserted before, mostly for details.
I wanted to say that.
So, I will say … ‘Ditto!’
Love it! Poor Dietzl!
I hope she didn’t use a non-chaloric, silicon based kitchen lubricant 500x more slippery than any cooking oil to lubricate that sled…
I didn’t realise that saucer-shaped sleds actually existed.
Yup they sure do. I have heard mentioned that the idea for them came from people that had very large cooking woks, and a lot of insanity to burn.
I strongly doubt that. I used “snow saucers,” bought by my parents, 50+ years ago, in upstate NY. Back then, there were darn few people (aside from Asian Americans) who had even *heard* of woks, much less owned an industrial-sized one.
If I were to guess at the origin on snow saucers, I’d suggest metal garbage can lids.
We also had some red ones growing up–about 2 1/2 or 3′ across, I’d say a 12′ diam sphere section. And two handles to hold on, ’cause you weren’t in control nohow!
This would have been late ’60s or maybe early ’70s. So 40+ years back?
They sure do – the technical term for them just happens to be “wok”…
np: Siriusmo – Dunkelrot (Pearls & Embarrassments 2000 – 2010 (Disc 1))
Saucer sledding is an actual event? What’s next, Olympic belly flops?
Well there is already Curling. ;-p
Well, it’s at least a yearly event held by the silly German comedy tv show “TV Total” – but that’s not exactly “official” official…
Fruit rollup sleds (like this) = the Olympic belly flop of the snow field. Also, the worst sled I’ve ever ridden on.
Dagnabbit! Beaten to the punch!
Look! It’s a flying saucer!
Since we’ve concluded that the Laws of Funny require that Dietzel have opposable thumbs when required… perhaps he can cook? Even French food?
If so, he might be a flying saucier in a flying saucer!
(Deposits old French currency in the Pun Jar – I know it’s been obsoleted by the Euro, but at least I’m being franc in admitting it).
Nice pun grouping there.
He wanted to leave his Mark.
Ecu! I was going to add my two cents worth, but I didn’t want to be the sol source of cash. I promise to be an angel. Some think I am an as, but others say it’s just my talent.
In for a penny, in for a pound, you know. I’d like to stater that this follis-ness has got to stop!
[drops in 10 coins, plus a string.]
If pirouettes hurt, that landing is gonna smart. Don’t care how good her sports bra is, we’re talking serious g-forces there.
A tight snowsuit (thank you Paul) ought to help some.
Maybe she has her best “boobie armor” on. Her’s might just have more structural steel than a small car.
Nah, her bras are made with Polymer Cables, remember: http://wapsisquare.com/comic/07262004/
Well that should be much stronger than steel acording to the aerospace industry.
I’d be more concerned if both M and D were screaming.
GO, MONICA, GO!!!
Hold On Tight, Dietzel!!!
Darn it Pablo! Real Minneapolis doesn’t have any snow right now! You are making me jealous of comic characters!
I was thinking the same thing… figured she Poited somewhere with Snow!
[insert Goofy yell]
I can’t believe I got this far in the comments without somebody saying “Look, Monica found a Vimana!”
And completely off-topic – I just lost use of my laptop for three days due to a virus – it’s all better now; the IT guy who helped me said it nested in my user local folder, amongst the temp files and cookies. Watch your machines for unexpected, unwanted “program update” prompts and programs that launch without asking.
Probably wasted advice, most people on this forum know way more about ‘puters and the interwebs than I do.
Further advice I was given: It’s a good idea to simply wipe out temp folders and the cookies folder(s) periodically (especially if strange things are going on). Then reboot. Of course doing away with the cookies will often delete your setups for various web sites, but it’s worth it in the end. Be especially suspicious of anything in either folder that will not let you delete it. Also, don’t simply delete the files since that will send them to the recycle bin, a known place for virus programs to get them back. On Windows hold down your shift key when you delete to avoid that.
If you’re wary of doing this, you can back up the folder(s) to a randomly named directory until you’re sure you don’t need the files.
CCleaner will do that and more.. 🙂
Yeah, I use CCleaner every three-four weeks, and Malwarebytes as needed, even the free version will stomple the raisins out of most bad mojo that sneaks onto one’s ‘puter.
(Speaking of CCleaner, quick free plug for Defraggler and Recuva, handier than I ever thought.)
The best part is, If she crashes, she’s got dual air bags to protect her and Dietzel
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