Blingity-bloink. What a day. I don’t know if I’m up for it.
Hi and Lois, 5/25/09
Ah, Memorial Day. Usually the comics page commemorates every holiday, major or not (even Administrative Professionals Day, I seem to remember!), but to my surprise, approximately zero strips in my local paper mentioned Our Troops And Such. Not even Doonsbury, which is usually a source for veterans-related attention. No one in the Sunday paper, either, except for… well, Doonsbury. Is the comics page of my paper organized by communists?!
But this isn’t about other comics, it’s about H&L. And all I have to say about Monday’s comic is this: AAAAHHHHHH WHAAAAATTTT I DON’T LIKE THIS ONE FOR SOME REASON GET IT AWAY FROM ME I FRIGGIN’ HATE THESE KIDS
Hi and Lois, 5/26/09
And then, today. Our pals, Abercrombie & Fitch. Yes, those are the names of the garbagemen. I suspect that Mort Walker named the dudes back in, well, the fifties or sixties. You know, back when it was a sporting goods and hunting equipment store, and not a young person’s apparel chain infamous for sexed-up beef- and cheese-cakes who play football and stand around smoldering enigmatically and don’t know how to wear sweaters correctly. The founders are probably spinning in their graves.
But enough about that. What the hell is going in this comic? Why can’t Hi scale back to getting his garbage picked up twice a month? Because he’s now on a personal level with his rubbish carriers which only complicates the professional business relationship. I don’t know. Do they really get their garbage picked up that early in the morning? Our truck comes around at, like, four in the morning.
Augh! Fitch’s (or Abercrombie’s) corncob pipe suddenly appears in Panel Two! Who draws this?! Did they go to school!? I am frustrated!!!
Tomorrow I will be funny. In the meantime, regard the best thing in the world that is Abercrombie & Fitch-related.