Many many apologies for the late post tonight. I was working late on the farm, trying to get a field of mown hay chopped before forecasted rain. I was out there till 10, well after dark.
As I was driving the tractor back and forth across the field stubble, watching the windrows emerge from the inky black and enter the pool of tractor light. As I jogged from machine to machine in the chilly night air, a golden Cheshire moon sinking into the horizon, the Big Dipper above me at the very apex of the sky…I had a lot of time to think over this week. And I came to one conclusion.
It is dumber than dumb that dumb Tom thought that we all were too dumb to remember the dumb name of the dumb crowdfunding site, so he had to list it by it’s dumb name three dumb days in a row, and then he expects that we’re all smart enough to remember that dumb Dinkle wears a dumb medal under his dumb shirt because he showed us a month ago.
31 responses to ““Clink!””
“Clink”??? OK then. Perhaps someone could hit him in the head with a pipe wrench next so we can see what sound THAT might make. I think “clunk” would work pretty well there.
“Clink, you idiot!”
No, Dinkle, go stand in the corner.
Did I miss the installment where Harry slowly, sensuously stripped off his shirt to reveal his Belgian chocolate medal to the ladies a la 1972’s Mark Spitz poster, or is it supposed to be common knowledge across Ohio?
Also…”I stand in line”? Wasn’t that something Durwood and Mopey Pete exclaimed when they met some long-forgotten Golden Age comics creator? Even if it was, Battyuk, stop trying to make it a thing. It will never happen.
It was a couple weeks ago:
Yeesh, thank heavens I missed that and didn’t have to see…oh, no! Now I’ve seen it! AAACCKK!!! My eyes! Get the Ajax!
Ajax runs in, in full bronze armor, spear in hand, rippling with oiled muscles. “I’m here! What do you need?”
Close behind him is a dwarf in similar getup.
“Who is that?” you ask.
“I’m Ajax too!” the dwarf insists, rattling his tiny spear.
“Lesser Ajax.” Ajax whispers in your ear.
We will insert no obscure regionalism that failed to catch on before its time.
HE SAID THE THING! (waves arms in delight)
10 o’clock at night? Well there’s your problem. You’re supposed to make hay while the sun shines. That and cows laying down before it rains are the whole of my agricultural knowledge.
Yeah, you can’t bale hay that late, because the night dew on the hay will cause the bales to rot…and maybe even spontaneously combust. (our neighbor lost a barn to spontaneously combusting bales)
But we were chopping hay, to put into a giant bag. Eight foot diameter, the length of half a football field. That stuff is supposed to ferment, so the moisture was fine. We basically were making hay sauerkraut for all our cows to eat later.
Actually cows will wander around wanting to eat ALOT before it storms. So them lying down is them ruminating after their pre storm binge.
I come in here just to type “Dumb,” I end up googling hay combustion.
Cool! Is that called silage? I saw it on the Wartime Farm series.
Thanks CBH for explaining “clink” to me. I did not get the reference.
Also check out today’s BattyBlog post. Luckily the internet and grub hub didn’t ruin things for him.
The May 12 “Match to Flame” contains the following excerpt from the Introduction to Volume 9 of The Complete Funky Winkerbean:
“I started getting some ideas for a story. One of the advantages of getting ahead on the strip like I had at that juncture was I could take the time to let an idea have a longer gestation period. I could keep rolling it over in my mind, examining all of the facets and considering various possibilities until I felt it was ready.”
I struggle to square this statement with the result we see unless the thought process invariably leads to the most implausible choice.
Yeah, he talks a good game and uses a lot of words in the process, but the result is always more words and no action.
Yeah, how could we ever do research if all we had was the Internet?
So he wears that stupid, undeserved medal all the time?!
Protects his chest from would-be assassins. You never know when a disgruntled former student might pop out of a nearby bush and try to stab him in the heart with a sharpened piccolo.
I forget, do the characters always bow when delivering the “I stand in line” catchphrase, or is this a new, delightful wrinkle?
Originally it was accompanied by a doff of the cap.
But the bow subsequently supplanted it.
Thanks! I’d say the bowing is even more infuriating than the cap-doffing.
This is, what, the third? fourth? fifth? time someone has shown Dinkle how to raise money over the internet? At this rate, showing Dinkle how to fundraise using the internet will surpass cancer as a recurring theme.
“Bandigogo” was only a year and a half ago:
I stand in line!
(I am bowing)
Now that Lillian has defeated Dinkle in ritual
combatfundraising, is she the new choir director? Or rather, is she the choir director again? Her reasons for quitting the organist/choir director post were entirely related to the organ-playing; there’s no reason why the two roles can’t be split.
Valid point. The roles should never have been merged in the first place. Maybe the previous guy could do both jobs well, but they require different abilities, and most people don’t have that unique combination of skill sets. It’s like a baseball team requiring their third baseman to also be their general manager.
If you can have one person directing the choir and one person playing the organ, you should. Whenever someone tries to direct WHILE playing an instrument it means both jobs are done half as well.
I guess the moral of the story is that I stand in line to never touch a turkey.