Author: ComicBookHarriet

MISSED THIS!

Boy I sure hope Davis got the permission of the Swanston Community Center and the Mission Oaks Recreation and Parks District before stealing the photo from their Ping Pong Club.

Harvest should be wrapping up this week on the farm. Many MANY MAAAAAANY thanks to Banana Jr 6K for taking over posting duties for much of the last couple months. Please, everyone, praise him with MUCH PRAISE!

Twilights Last Gleanings

After ten hours on the tractor today. And eight hours yesterday. And running calves the day before that…I have no brain meat to smash into a coherent Funkyverse adjacent post.

However, it seems I’m still awake, watching to see if my new favorite Mexican Dinger Bean, Alejandro Kirk, can waddle his way to another victory over the Evil Empire (the Dodgers BOO) in game 2 of The World Series.

So in order provide a new comments column for you beautiful people, and since some have enjoyed them in past: a collection of farm photos from this month.

Post Season Affective Disorder

I swear a Chien post is coming. Harvest has sapped half my energy and the other half was thrown away pitch by pitch watching the Cubs flail their way into the post-season only to trip and fall in a heartbreaking game 5 in the NLDS.

Now all I have to cheer for is anyone beating up on the Dodgers. Bummer.

In my drained malaise, I thought about Batiuk and his silly obsession with the ‘melancholy beauty’ of fall leaves. Last year I posted the first Existential Leaves arc of 1975. While I scrape together the energy to clean out grain bins and tackle Les Moore on Trial (With the School Board), I thought I’d treat you guys to 1976’s week of Fatalistic Philosophical Foliage.

Such an outdated Quercuscentric outlook. The Pinaceae were here before that, bigot!

“Climate damage means we won’t have any snowmen!”

“When a staminate and a pistillate are stirred up by great wind…”

Serious question. How is one leaf older and wiser than the other leaf?

Why is the younger leaf a buckaroo? Why didn’t he see the branches snap? How do leaves see? This is like Toy Story logic all over again!!!!

So the leaf prefers the prospect of death to continued interaction with an out-group? There’s a political joke somewhere in there I’m too lazy to construct.

He’s a regular Bud Belichick.