Wooo! Saturday! Now that I work for most of the week*, getting an actual “weekend” in terms of “time off” makes me feel like a grownup. It also makes me tired, and while writing an entry for my Comix Blog isn’t the last thing I want to be doing, it certainly isn’t the first. But, ah, I am trying to be more consistent. And if I don’t do it now, I’ll have to do it later. So, buckle up; it’s time for H&L Hee-Larity.
Hi and Lois, 5/16/09
I am not a middle-aged American white man (as you may have noticed), so I don’t play golf. And because of that, I don’t get the joke in today’s comic. So, as a life-long learner, I looked up the term “scratch golfer”, which is apparently is a golfer whose handicap is zero. Oh, that clears it up! I’m lying, of course; if anything, it raises more questions. What is this “handicap” of which you speak? How does one determine a handicap? Is it anything like in Halo when you can set someone’s health 600% higher to level the playing field because they suck so bad? Perhaps. So! Tom’s a scratch golfer, is he? That bastard. I guess that makes Mr. T a bogey. Or something. I have to consult my notes.
But don’t despair, Mr. T! Things aren’t as bad as they seem! Sure, Scratchman Tom can shoot a perfect golf game and has a spiffy little visor and a fruity little golf-glove. But he doesn’t have your dissatisfied marriage and rampant alcoholism! Oh, wait.
Title comes from — who else? — Mark Twain.
*Take a shot!