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Weak XXIII

5 June 2023

No. 8,417 (cartoon)

You almost destroyed me; why are you back?

I finish what I start.

6 June 2023

Don’t Make Me Think Gallery

Steve Krug’s book, Don’t Make Me Think: A Common Sense Approach to Web Usability, was published way back in 2000. I thought I’d have mentioned it here at some point this millennium, but computer says, “No.” That’s probably because I ain’t no spider, I’m an artist (on a good day).

I’ll never open a gallery, but have suggested to anyone interested in doing so that they call it Looks Like Art Gallery. Thanks to Krug, I have another recommendation: Don’t Make Me Think Gallery. Anyone who wants a purdy picture for over the couch will find instant gratification there and walk out the door with a print or canvas that’s instantly recognizable as good art.

7 June 2023

Moth Attack!

A kamikaze moth defecated on me in the bathroom, and don’t think it didn’t because it most certainly did.

There I was, minding my own business in the bathroom and about to floss, when I felt a drop of something fall on my forearm. I looked up at the dry ceiling then down at my arm, where I spotted a little white creamy speck. Moth dung! The frenzied insect buzzed my face like a barnstorming stunt pilot, so I tracked it down and killed it; splat!

Murder can be a complicated moral decision, but it wasn’t for me tonight. I ain’t no Jain and kamikazes expect to be killed; that’s their job description. And to be fair to my late adversary, the attack wasn’t entirely unprovoked. I’d previously killed two of the nocturnal invaders, so it may have been a revenge bombing.

Unlike most snuff stories, this one has an unremarkable conclusion: I brushed my teeth and went to sleep.

8 June 2023

Good!

Pat Robertson may or may not have been surprised that he died today since he predicted the world would end in 1982. He used his four bonus decades to spew bigotry and hatred blaming everything from terrorist attacks to hurricanes and earthquakes on gays, Muslims, Jews, Freemasons, and gays.

But enough about the vile little man. Instead, I’ll recall the positive words of Moms Mabley. “They say you shouldn’t say nothin’ about the dead unless it’s good. He’s dead. Good!”

9 June 2023

The Five Things a Dog Understands

My feline friend Brunswick has a nasty new neighbor: an abominable huge mongrel that looks so vicious that even the cur’s copious strands of drool might spread rabies or worse. I might have a problem dealing with such a repugnant cur, but he doesn’t.

Brunswick knows that a dog only understands five things, and they’re all claws. Peace through superior firepower prevails, and all’s reasonably well, revolting mutt notwithstanding.

10 June 2023

Inseparable Potatoes

My father, who was raised during the Depression, taught me to never throw food away. I think he would have been particularly proud of me today after I came across a bag of potatoes from last winter buried under a layer of household detritus in the laundry room. Even he would describe the taters as inedible, but I employed them as models to make Inseparable Potatoes.

Coming next weak: more of the same.

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