Hey, I’d celebrate “St. Becky’s Day” with drunkedness and pastries! 😀
who needs a holiday to do that 🙂
Nobody, but it’s better with a good excuse!
So, what date do you propose for St Becky’s day? Oh nevermind, it’s already December 17 http://www.antiochian.org/node/17096
Copy and past if the link didn’t take…
*marks december 17th in her calendar*
i wonder what nationality Becky heralds from. would be better to get the correct beer/pastry for her day.
Or sticking to tradition (of the date for rebecca) could go with jewish beer/pastry…don’t know any though…
Pale with freckles – possibly Irish (wonder if she’s a redhead?) or Nordic/Scandanavian? Welsh?
Given the holiday Becky chose as an example, I’d say she’s Irish.
I love the touch of the refraction caused by Becky’s glasses, and the way Tina is obviously tilting her head to speak over her shoulder. Some first class artwork there.
Sufganiyot (jelly donuts) are a traditional Chanukah pastry
HeBREW is a locally produced beer (Atlanta)
HeBREW? You’re joking, right?
If not, where can i get some?
(PLEASE don’t tell me “Only in Buckhead” – can’t afford the gas in from Gainesville…)
As to where to get it?
Dorn’s Liquors And Wine Warehouse, 4140 NW 16th Blvd., Gainesville, FL 32605, 352-378-0229
Stubbie Shirt Pub, 9 W. University Ave., Gainesville, FL 32601, 352-384-1261
Ward’s Supermarket Inc, 515 NW 23rd Avenue, Gainesville, FL 32609, 352-372-1741
@FatUncle–Becky, like my mother, likes looking at you over her glasses.
Umm – that’s Gainesville Georgia, not Florida.
About seventy miles from Buckhead (Atlanta’s party district).
turns out He’Brew is actually from CA but produced in NY-try Krogers, or one of the big beverage stores -I know I’ve seen it in Lawrenceville
Two rather gross inaccuracies in her comment…
1) Patrick didn’t literally drive any snakes out of Ireland, he crushed the Celtic religion there which revered snakes (actually dragons).
2) Pretty sure the black plague didn’t start in Ireland, it started in southern Europe… but I might need to look that up.
Near Patrick’s time, a plague, likely the bubonic plague, the same as the Black Death, did reach Ireland (or at least Britain)–it arrived in the early 540s–but it came from the Near East to Constantinople, and then spread west. And it was called (in Britain) the “Yellow Plague”.
For that matter, his name wasn’t Patrick (probably it was Succat), and he wasn’t Irish (he was Romano-Welsh).
Other than that (and things mentioned above), his legend is mostly true.
Legend has it that he studied in Gaul (modern France) after his period of slavery in Ireland and before he returned there to spread Christianity–he may have been given a good Roman name while he studied in the Empire. Or, like others (Saul/Paul), he may have had both a native language name and a Latin name.
That’s the spirits! Raise a pint to our favorite patron saint! St. Inebrius!
St. Inebrius? You mean that TV show from the decade past?
*plink* *plink* into the pun jar.
nerf-dweller-In for a penny in for a pound (click, thump) keep ’em cumin’.
I volunteer to pound the next pun-maker.
But … but that doesn’t make any cents.
If I remember correctly, he was never formally sainted. Also the snake thing never happened. However, everyone wants a drunken holiday named after them.
The snakes represent Pagan priests and priestesses. Kind of makes the story less interesting and more…like you’re celebrating genocide.
I still like the idea of his shouting, “Enough is enough! I have had it with these muthafuckin’ snakes on this muthafuckin’ island!!”
And from where does that theory come?
History, I’m a history major it’s the only thing I’m good at. Lol. See, he was a spreader of the Christian faith. Long to short, when running into the Pagans of Ireland, a people already treated less than human by the English, his final attempt to rid the island of heathenism was to kill them.
Except that when St. Patrick was around–the 400s or so–there were no English, and the Christians in Britain were not doing much killing of pagans anywhere else. It was all they could do just to survive themselves.
Okay, poor wording, soon to be English. At the time they were an extension of the Roman Empire. Regardless, the inhabitants of Ireland were seen as barbarians, a view which continued after the fall of the Holy Roman Empire.
However, there was plenty of killing. It happens when religion is involved. On any side. Just as many Christian holidays were rearranged to coincide with Pagan holidays in order to avoid persecution. It does not however denote the fact that St Patrick “drove the snakes from Ireland”, resulting in an attempt at genocide.
The placement of early churches in the British Isles. Odds are good that if you see and old church, the place was a sacred worship site long before.
Taking credit for anything “good” and demonizing enemies as always “bad” is a long-established modus operandi for these guys.
Actually, it is the MO of almost all religions. When the winner in a clash of cultures takes over the land, the previous local “good” deities join any existing “evil” deities in the “new” religion, and their priests are vilified. Most “dark” deities started out as benevolent or chaotic neutral patrons of an earlier culture.
Not all of the old gods were demonized. Many of the old goddesses were married off if the old pantheon was replaced by a patriarchal god gang. And I’m pretty sure that some became saints as the church spread throughout Europe. A few might go in the other direction, given time. St. Nick is halfway there already.
Saint Nicholas is an interesting one. Nobody tells you that the guy who’s named as Santa Claus once smacked a bishop, for example. Yes, really; Nikolaus of Myra lost his temper at the Council of Nicea, when the debate between Arians and Homoousians got kind of heated. The evolution of our modern Santa Claus was a long one.
Haha, Wyvern I did not know that!!!
Patrick didn’t chase out pagan priests and priestesses to the degree modern Wiccans like to co-opt Irish history to claim. He also wasn’t the first Christian to set foot on the island as modern Christian folklorists like to claim, either.
Furthermore, Ireland never had snakes and also wasn’t affected by the Black Plague to anywhere NEAR the same degree as the European continent. So the line was cutely constructed but 100% pure-D wrong.
Finally, the story of Patrick driving *real* snakes out of Ireland was borrowed from the hagiography of St. Hilaire, a French saint credited with de-snakifying a section of France. And they meant real snakes for him, too. It was added to Patrick’s life story in the 10th century. The lie that the snakes symbolized pagans was born somewhere in the mists of time since that moment, carried forward because of the charming symbolism taking over reality, and latched onto by neopagans who desperately want a Satan figure and can’t find one without ripping off Irish history.
Not that it pisses me off any.
Here’s to calling out both sides of the equation for sensationalism and dirty dealing! 🙂
But he did try to chase them out and kill them. It is the celebration of an attempted genocide regardless. I’m not saying he actually succeeded nor that he was the first. He’s just the one we celebrate by decorating ourselves in green (because if you aren’t green, CATHOLIC, you’re pinched). It is what it is. It isn’t a matter of sensationalism. It’s a matter of fact. That’s it.
So, Ari, are you Wicca or something similar?
/me has a loud orange shirt he saves specially for wearing on March 17th.
the black plague?
okay i get the snakes and holiday but the plague??
No snakes to eat the rats whose fleas brought the plague.
But Ireland never had snakes. At least not for like 40,000 years.
so how did they get the irish to believe he had and get the story continued?
I mean snakes or some other creature resembling a snake MUST have lived on ireland at some point otherwise they would have locked him up in the looney bin for such claims.
It would have been similar to someone saying that st paul banished unicorns in italy. There would have been irish texts mocking the claims.
Paula – Maybe Stinky was trying to grab a pint from a dock-side pub…
Because the snakes were Pagans. The priests and priestesses had serpant markings on their arms. This is where the story comes from.
that explains it better
why do we get mislead to in regards to stuff like this 🙁
in england we have snakes but they never mentioned them in regards to the plague.
only animal which is mentioned are the dogs and cats
(which they killed in order to stop the plague and which made it worse as the dogs and cats were killing the rats)
The dates for the “Black Plague” are a thousand years after the dates for St. Patrick. In fact, St. Pat is ancient enough to have lived and died before the Calendar Machine’s time reset began.
Patrick could not have “ushered in” the 14th Century Plague, but then Becky isn’t expected to have Google in her head upon a morning, either. The Dark Ages and the Middle Ages are all probably mediaeval mush to her like anybody else. And poor Tina, who ought to be able to remember all those times (with delight!) comes up blank, and lashes out.
…That’s how I read it.
Also, Tina is full of praise for Becky, and gets snark in response. What do you say to reply to that?
Chose one of the following dozen options…
Tina wouldn’t be able to remember because she hurt Monica way back when…right? (Trying to remember the happenings of long ago without reading the entire archive…)
Part of the reason I have poking at the Chronology over at the Wapsiwiki is to keep these facts straight.
The demon collective that is Tina chased Monica in front of the bus in Mexico. Considering their appearance was much more freaky-sinister than Monica’s own crew, you can imagine how terrified M must have been.
For this blatant transgression, the collective were bound to time, and therefore cut from their wider memory of various dimensions, including the past. Then without Tina 1.0 being alive anymore, they needed a Nudge to struggle on in her reconstructed body.
Paul said yesterday Becky has a dry sense of humor.
I suspect Tina is the type of person you could have ANY type of humor with and she would be okay with it so its possible Becky is giving her all in regards to the fact she will need to kerb her humor for the rest of the day…
He was cannonized, just not by a pope (sainthood being conferred more locally at the time). But he is recognized as a saint by the Catholic and Orthodox Churches.
Only St. Barbara was cannonized.
My first donation to the pun jar will be in the form of scrips of indulgence.
And is now the patron sint of artillerymen, and those who work with explosives and rockets.
(Of course, as Bertrand Brinley said in his manual for amateur rocketeers, a rocket is just a bomb with a hole in one end…)
Aww, don’t make Tina cry, her cleavage will disapp—
HAHAHAHA!! I didn’t even notice…but then, I am female. 🙂
As compared to how she was drawn yesterday, and from about the same distance/angle, Tina’s cleavage fades very quickly.
I agree … I don’t like her in this mood. Someone make her happy again.
What saint are we talking about?
Yes, our healthcare is that bad, whatever it is.
teh guy we drink guiness for 🙂
Panel 3! Yay!
OMG Fairport, is that a MLP Spinnerette? >:O
Based on Sleipnir, too…
I sleipnir horse once, but I don’ t remember eight legs…
I actually thought it was a ninja version of my-little-pony 🙂
Here it is, full (huge) size…
ah, tis truely painful being a fan of that show.
Okay, she lost me on health care….
Ushering the black plague. Tina is (joking?) about how Mucho Mocha has better health care benefits than that.
She lost me too. I was just going to talk about other things, and hope no one noticed. Either there is some sort of joke/ double meaning that I’m not getting, or Tina is confused and missing the point.
Well, when Tina jokes about Becky being able to earn sainthood during the middle ages for her pastries, Becky says “ushering in the Black Plague” would get her the same thing. Tina says that their health care isn’t bad enough to allow a plague to run rampant. I think.
It’s funny, but definitely loses something when I attempt (and possibly fail) to explain it…
Yeah, explaining a joke tends to kill it stone dead… http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DontExplainTheJoke?from=Main.ptitle0t9r68ih
Anyway, I was assuming the healthcare line was cholesterol-related.
Actually, for me it MADE it funny. i was totally lost on this page, but until Rycr explained it, it lost on me. now i get it and, yes it IS funny.
I am starting to worry about a Tina/Becky/Pastry cliffhanger tomorrow…
I seriously doubt there will be a cliff hanger of any kind.
The disease-vector dialogue hasn’t gone away. In fact, it’s more pronounced.
Sainthood in the Middle Ages required martyrdom.
I am very worried.
Sainthood didn’t exactly require martyrdom, but it did require the potential Saint to be dead.
Several Saints died in bed. Okay, MOST of them were martyred, but not all.
St. Rebecca, noted above, died in bed of old age.
As a monastic history teacher once told us, “Sainthood does not require the candidate to be insane–but history indicates it may help the cause.”
I’m just worried about the poor, poor pastries being left in harm’s way for the entire weekend…
if they are left alone they will be looked after – in my tummy 🙂
Meh…to we Pagans, it’s National “Get Plastered” Day
I, as a Pagan, get drunk then put people in a sour mood by telling them what it’s about! “Cheers everyone for killing off my ancestors! Whoohoo!” 😀
Obviously the people around you haven’t been drinking enough themselves if learning the truth about the holiday puts them in a sour mood…or maybe they aren’t easy-going happy drunks like me. 😛
Well, obviously we didn’t get’em all. 😉
I think of it as ‘easy-way-to-obtain-iron-in-bloodstream’ day
guiness apparently has alot 🙂
Saint Patrick’s Day is a wonderful time to wear orange. I like to make a point of it, just to see if anyone will comment on it.
My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
My mother was a Catholic girl. From county Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born. Then, things got rather tough.
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.
For those who don’t know the song Kessog is quoting, I suggest finding it. Even if you’re not Irish, the family hijinks are entertaining.
^ What Fatuncle said about the artwork, waaaaay up there. I continue to be delighted by Paul’s attention to the smallest details.
think its the other reason for revisiting more than once a day (other than comments)
each time I view the comic I notice something I missed the first times 🙂
Well if you’re gonna have a holiday named after you, better the drunken revelry kind than the solemn fasting kind. Just saying…
my holiday would incorporate
peanut butter cups
malibu and coca-cola OR baileys
and watching resident evil 🙂
And brownies! Don’t forget the brownies!
Hooray for St. Paula’s Day!
Paula- why OR, why not AND?
If grasshoppers were pastries, I would have been asaulted by baked goods getting across the parking lot today. All of a sudden: flit flit whirrrr flit whirrrrr SMACK! right between the eyes, above my eyeglass frames. Where did all this fishbait come from? Any other plains/midwest posters have a biblical swarm show up?
put out the nets. garlic butter fried grasshoppers are delicious. a sprinkle of cayenne is also nice, all washed down with cold beer.
why do most things sound tastier when you add the words
garlic butter fried
to the beggining of it…
I think it would take many cold beers before I could try that.
With all my trips to Thailand, I haven’t succumbed to the need to eat a bug. Even though my best buddy, my friends 8 yo daughter, considers fried bees her favorite snack.
my dad once tried chocolate coated ants
he said until they were told what they were everyone enjoyed them.
after they were told – the bus became slightly messy.
At work, my Dad eventually was the recipient of a box of chocolates that was making the rounds–IIRC, it had 6 or 12 chocolates, little square ones, of three types: ants, bees and grasshoppers. It was making the rounds as a gag, because nobody dared to eat it.
Then my Dad got it and brought it home. We knew what it was, and several of us agreed to try them. It was good, but somewhat crunchy.
Of course, the fact that the chocolates were little square things, and not insect-shaped did help.
Here in western Arkansas too. And on the Weather Channel just now, a story of a lake in Texas that was drying up and has now turned the color of blood – due to a bacterial bloom, somesay…..
In those last 2 panels you can feel the committe that is Tina trying to come up with something to say.
“What is she talking about?” “I don’t know.” “Say something!” “What do we say?” “Oh I know!….”
oh top of spaghetttiiiiiiiii 😀
All covered in cheeeeeeeeese!
I lost my poor meeeeeeeatball
When somebody sneeeeeeezed!!
I just want her to lay off. Yes, we could all live a healthier life style. But if some of us rather live an indulgent lifestyle, mind you’re own business.
We’re all gonna die anyway.
I rather not deny myself for a few more years living when I could die in a car crash.
If you wanna do it, fine. Just don’t preach to me.
Leave my grammar alone. I got too defensive to care. -grump-
I’m not saying we should all eat ourselves to obesity, but a morning pastry doesn’t normally do that if you balance it out. So if you don’t want a pastry, fine. But don’t judge others for eating them or providing them. It’s not gonna kill us. We don’t need it, but it doesn’t hurt. No matter how melodramatic you make it sound. 😉
Ok. I’m doing what I hate seeing others do. Taking a comic WAY too seriously. Sorry Paul.
Dakabn- Takes hand and guides him gently to a chair in the corner. Silently supplies beer and a selection of her goodies. walks to the couch and set down, shakes head and says, “you get used to it I’m afraid.”
St. Opus Day will be celebrated on the day I first died August 31st. It’s a rare person indeed that can celebrate their own death. I proclaim a day of drunken revelry with a ceremonial thumbing of the nose at Death at the moment of my reboot, 0119 hours CDT.
The drink of the day shall be either scotch or tequila. Please don’t mix the two as I can’t be responsible for your hangovers(sssss). 😉
*notes in calender*
any particular brand of scotch?
any food and festiveness to also do?
Well I have this bottle of Cutty Sark I have been working on since I got it when I turned 21, and there are numerous bottles of Cuervo and Patron that have succumbed against me. As far as celebratory food goes, I have been an amateur baker for years so breads and pastries, and of course Cajun style beans and rice 🙂
Opus the poet- I’m in.
I… don’t get it. D: What does healthcare got to do with it?
Rycr explains above to NOTdilbert
Yeah, ‘health insurance plan’ makes more sense – 🙂
Wait! I’m all caught up? I only started reading, like, 4 days ago!
*saunters back into dark corner*
Welcome to the monkey house. 😉
Okay, we’ll wait.
But be quick about it, it’s almost Friday and we’re having a pastry based cliff-hanger…
What? Oh… I’m done. I’m hanging off the pastry-based cliffhanger, too…
Paddy’s day is a bacchanalia.
In the dark ages that kind of behavior got you made into a God, like Pan, or Cerrnunnos.
Despite the Christian trappings the old ways still hold.
Since a certain saint has come up, I feel it’s only right to tell the following story, which may be historical, or perhaps more hysterical.
Sometime after Patrick had driven the snakes out of Ireland, the Vikings descended on the Fair Isle and proceeded to cause no end of trouble for the local population. War, rape, pillage and plunder—and exporting the proceeds. Well, Patrick’s flock endured it as long as they could, but finally sent a delegation to the revered holy man to ask if he could not get the Vikings to leave, as he had exiled the snakes so successfully.
After considering the problem, the holy man prayed that all the Norse fish would spoil.
However, the Vikings just called it ludefisk, and ate it anyway.
The Irish returned to Patrick and asked him to try again. This time, he prayed that their potatoes would fall apart.
The Vikings just made lefse, and ate them anyway.
The Irish again came to Patrick and demanded he do something more effective.
Patrick swore in anger, saying, “I wish those foul Norskies would just all go to Hell!”
The next day, the Vikings began sailing west to settle in Minnesota.
+1 Like x100,000 🙂
Explains a lot, doesn’t it?
Since the topic of war, rape and pillage has come up….
The barbarian chieftan was addressing his troops the morning before the big raid, “Alright men, when we attack yon village, we’re gonna kill all the men, eat all the sheep and rape all the women…
…now, let’s get it RIGHT this time!”
Hot, sassy Redhead….
Hey, it’s right in the Lord’s Prayer.
“Give us this day, our daily butter-frosting-coated pastries-er, bread. I mean, bread.”
Church of Ireland: Cake or Bread?
D. Walker- Flour based baked goods, made with sprouted grain so we can make beer all winter!
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