Monday May 10th

The comic:

Ha ha, Pluggers wear their pants up high!

This is what you kick off "classics week" with? Reed Hoover is a hack, but Brookins is worse.

Saturday November 29th

The comic:


Finally, a grandchild that is not smaller than the family dog.

I don't like the smug look on the grandfather's face. It's creeping me out.

And you don't have to be a Plugger to have lived through things on the History Channel, yes, there is stuff on Hitler and WW2, but also the 60s, and this summer, there was a show taking place, like, now.

Whatever, Pluggers are old.

Friday November 28th

The comic:


Brookins, you are no Seuss. Why did you try to recreate the Cat in the Hat?

As for the caption, I guess they don't use it wisely enough to realize that that extended metaphor is almost as painful as the attempted Seuss.

This isn't too objectionable, though, because it says "try". As in, they're not perfect. Finally!

Monday November 24th

The comic:


I feel like shit, and I was going to do this at the more reasonable hour of midnight, but I felt even shittier. I decided all this insomnia should be good for something, so maybe I can at least check this off. Instead of the homework. And the Colbert Christmas special made me laugh, true, but too many songs for my taste and not enough shirtless Colbert.

Ok, I wrote that before I looked at the caption.

THE FUCKING FUCK IS THAT ABOUT? I mean, I "get it", I think. Doing grandmotherly things and/or getting things from grandmothers are rewards and that leads to awards, so hey, the Grammy... hmm...

Except this isn't right. The award should be given for an achievement, not just for being her favorite grandson. A test with a gold star, whatever.

Come on, do I have to do your job for you?

I realize the profanity is a bit much, but this is so meh and so botched and I feel so rotten and there are these bugs all over the room all weekend long driving me mad and argh.

Six more days of school left, and I have exams in only four of my classes. (3 day week this week, 3 day week next week.)

I can do this.

I can do this.

Do not bring up January, we are focusing on the next 2 weeks people!

Friday November 21st

The comic:



You're a Plugger if you can't be bothered to use "a classic" for more than one day in a row, especially after explicitly promising us classics!


What the fudge monkeys is "cookie drool"?

WHAT?

And are the grandparents going through a divorce? What the hell is going on here?

The quote by itself is creepy - Pluggers are pedophiles, because only children eat cookies in Pluggerville. Or drool.

Wait. Couldn't he have been visiting his grandfather?


...they drool too.


I do love my grandparents, really!

Thursday November 20th

The comic:


And we lost the classic designation again, if only because this has been updated from the VCR to a cell phone.

For her to show him anything, she'd need to climb a ladder. These proportions are getting to me and I can't even write clearly, so you know it's not good.

As for stereotype smashing - I do not have internet on my cell phone, but my evil sister does, and this summer we were shopping and she was checking her facebook! Monday, this girl in my English class determined a guy's race with her new iPhone, which then got passed around the classroom (tinier than I expected!).

I know why Pluggers can't use cell phones - remember when Homer decided to become morbidly obese so he could be disabled and work from home? And he caused a disaster and couldn't call anyone and the recording told him his fingers were too fat? Same principle. I think.

Wednesday November 19th

The comic:

And back to the classic tag.

That little Plugger is creepy - is he looking at me? And if he's that small, he can't talk like that.

You know, that really does look like a Plugger face-lift, since you know their plastic surgeon would be unqualified at best and a homicidal maniac at worst, and that is not a smile but rigor mortis setting in.

Or he can't move his face muscles.

Creepy all around.

Glad I don't see my grandparents, glad I'm not small enough to sit on their laps anymore.

Tuesday November 18th

The comic:

Oh, so we're no longer calling this a classic, but I'm pretty damned sure we've seen this before.

The working woman married into a family of Pluggers, but she will never be fully assimilated because she keeps going to work! Just because she makes more, and her family can live a much more comfortable life on her salary alone! Dames!

But if you were a stay-at-mom, you wouldn't need a stay-at-home-grandma because you'd be at home. Though some grandparents stay at home and don't watch the grandkids. Because they live in New Mexico and the grandkids don't. And some grandparents don't even stay at home! Even some grandmas! I know, the apocalypse is coming soon.

November 7th

Skipped French this day - too hot. Didn't skip ACAD, we toured the library, and I was the only one brave enough to volunteer to be the typist. It was fun - we found this site, and it's hilarious. (And a warning to not trust the intertubes. We got to it by entering ' Women AIDS facts documentation' and hitting 'I'm feeling lucky' on the Google.)

I also finished my '1000 word' paper for UNHP - we did a peer review on Thursday with the option of taking it home and redoing and turning it in Tuesday if the peer found problems with it. I never talked to the guy before, so we weren't just being nice. But we had the same response - turn it in now, it's great. Which shocked me.

And that building was SO HOT, my little fan did little to make it better - no fresh air, windows don't open.

Onto the comic -



I like 'oldies', but this goes under 'old people'. The illustration, folks.

But one of my favorites - even if I learned the language, I'd never understand, and I don't want to. It's beautiful as it is. Chaiyya Chaiyya by Dil Se

I think this is about rap, which stands for young people, especially young black people.

So it was submitted by an old racist fart.

The drawing, surprisingly, redeems it.

That sigh just looks so sad... this song means something to him. Bravo Brookins, for once. Caption's still shitty as hell.

November 3rd

The comic:



Again with the tricks thing.

And they're calling Pluggers dogs!

Wait - she's comparing herself to a dog because she knows how to text and computers were the size of football fields when she was younger.

The presence of an old-looking Plugger makes me think it should say 'A grandpa...'

I finished most of my homework.

Now for something I'm not being graded on, something my scholarships don't ride on...

something I could ignore until I graduated if I had my way...

Oh well. It's bugging me, especially when I look back at my April entries, full of cannibalism and hope! (Never mind I wasn't doing any damn thing else at the time.)

Tuesday's:

No names, hmm? Since this stars the best Plugger ever, the perpetually broke, always portly RhinoMan! who is depressed all the time, one can only assume that that is his suicide note. When was the last time you saw a worker eating lunch like that? The '30s, that's when. When the market crashed and people also committed suicide. (I know that was in 1929 - shut up!) Well played, Rhino, well played.

Alternate explanation 1 - There are no names, there is no wife (if there ever was one), and this note is older than I am and the only thing keeping him from leaping to his death and sadly crushing the man with the cure for cancer and Pluggers.

Alternate explanation 2 - As we all know, September 11th is an important day. My cousin's birthday! (Creepy fact - he turned 11 in 2001.) Apparently some records were released as well? Anyways, that was a horrible day for the entire world, not just Pluggers. And this Rhino doesn't live in Pluggerville, but in New York (high rise construction) and we just have a sweet message of love in case we die tomorrow.

I'm not gagging, I've got to stop listening to these two songs. And this one.

Wednesday's: LAW AND ORDER RULES, I WILL NOT GO OUT AFTER SUNDOWN IF IT MEANS MISSING LENNIE BRISCOE!*

::ahem::

Pluggers are old. So you learn the same shit at college that you did away! Amazing.

Or there are vampires in Pluggerville!

Or, better yet, there aren't and these idiots think, nay, know there are! That would make for a much better comic strip, especially when they put a stake through a kid's body (murder, folks, get your minds out of the gutter) and discover the horrible fangs are fake.

Thursday's:

Ha, ha, Plugger are proles! Their life sucks no matter who's in charge!

And who doesn't do this? We did, but we'd never call it an 'uprising'. That's just wronger than any other Plugger wrong before.

Friday's:
Only one comic ever approached the subject of zucchini in a good way - Foxtrot.

I like that it was sent in by a guy, and the guy in the panel is the one running from the excess zukes.

Saturday's:
Getting the paper is a chore now? It is for my sister, yes, but dammit, if it comes to your house, it's not a chore! Walking a mile in the snow for a terrible paper not worth 50 cents, now that is a chore. And I did it, many times when we didn't have a subscription. I'd have killed for that chore!


Today's:
I swear we've seen that name before.

And that kid could have been born in a year starting with 2, which is just so damn awesome, I can't properly explain it!

This really makes the whole animal thing really odd - old dogs don't lose their hair like old people, unless they have mange, which strikes at all ages (I think). Though Mikey scratched himself a baldspot on what would be his shoulder.

I can't believe I did the previous post on a Monday! Didn't I have homework or something?




*I actually did last Thursday to go to a meeting of campus atheists, humanists, and agnostics. Fun, actually.

My 100th post!

My 101st will be posted from my birthday present - my laptop!

As for the centennial, I felt there was too much pressure yesterday, plus the comic kind of... what's the word... sucked. Probably. If I even looked at it.

Oh well, let's go to yesterday, the day I got... a laptop! (Birthday's not until Saturday, there's still time!)

You know, there were hearing aids in the days before batteries, so you don't have to abandon your Luddite ways to still listen as you age.

Unless they can't afford even the old tin horn thing...

The best part about this - I thought she was knitting at first, but she's holding a calendar that has no pictures above the months. And she has nothing better to do than write down chores for her retiree husband! They both need help.


And today's.

What the hell does that mean?

There are no Plugger pilots?

Most people never 'file a flight plan' while flying kites, most people (especially me) have no idea what a flight plan is!

So this was sent in by a former pilot who's an old fart now and flies kites and uses aviation related words while spending time with his grandchildren?

Pluggers are messed up. Senior Pluggers are f!cked up.

I refuse to work on Sunday.

One the grounds that, um, there was a Law and Order: SVU marathon on USA yesterday and I love Munch.

See? An excuse.

There's no excuse for Sunday's comic, of course.


That hunk of junk cost thirty grand?

Garages scare me. I'd rather have a carport - a cover to protect the car from the sun, but with it open, so I won't be scared. I blame the "M TV" for my fear of garages.

I refuse to believe anything a Plugger owns is worth anything in the real world.

That drawing of a vehicle looks like it won't fit in the drawing of a garage - the garage doesn't look deep enough to hold a motorcycle.

I can't think of a tag for this, besides stupid.

But that applies all the time.

Or today's.



I thought you were supposed to do that on a bike.

And wear a helmet.

I'll be quiet now.

This can be easily categorized - Pluggers are old, ha ha ha.

I assume there was a time when "high fives" were strange and mysterious, probably when this strip started.

Kudos for making his hand high in the air.

My mom does this all the time, only she's waving at friends.

So if you're not a Plugger, you're a loser.

Pluggers are losers, but they're trying to act like they're not, they've created their own Twilight Zone universe...

I shouldn't do these after an hour of old, old, oooooold Twilight Zone and old-ish X-files right now - more than a decade old!

Sunday's made less sense than usual, until I saw today's.

And now I get it, while ignoring the news and only flipping to games during commercials of CSI and Law and Order.



By itself, this says that if you have no grandchildren, you've never achieved a thing, and you can't achieve a thing until you're an old fart.

The choice of words? Whatever, just another way to say that Pluggers are old as hell and love their old comics and they're the reason BC is continuing with "new" comics.

Until today. (I feel like a CSI or detective, I am so cool.)



Cal Ripken, Jr.


How the hell is he a Plugger?

I don't get it.

They're supposed to be anonymous, everyday people/animals, nobody you'd know or claim to know unless you were related to them.

Not a world-famous baseball player!

What, because he played so many games, he "plugged along"?

How dare they besmirch baseball.

Steroids, I can take.

But this?

Say it ain't so.

Repeat strip.

It's Sunday again.


This comic is a "senior moment".

And Dub? DUB?

It's about a common plugger theme...

*spins the wheel of cliches*

Old age!




And also, way to alienate whatever female readership you had.

So from now on, all Pluggers will be bald male animals? That are mammals, and therefore always have hair - the animal used today is not bald. A bald dog has mange and is sick. This guy has problems.

This could also be twisted in a different, better direction. A barber doesn't have to sweep after cutting a Plugger's hair because... the Plugger never cuts his hair! He's a hippie, man. It's been 40 years since the Summer of Love, some of those hippies could be old farts now.

Which is still less scary than any Plugger comic involving the Chicken-woman.

Only a day late.

And for some people, it could still be the 15th.

Not me, I slept til 10, and fell asleep after my shower (after my mid-day bike ride) which made me miss Jeopardy! and a chance to finance my family's financial future, at least until Monday.


I just looked at today's comic and it is the weirdest thing I've seen all day - I mean Friday this time - and I watched a History Channel show on the end of the Earth and/or the Universe and a 2 hour thing on hippies. In addition to reading Donald Duck comics and Ask A Mexican!

My weird threshold is high - I'm nuts. And this comic continues to be the weirdest thing, but never in a good way.

Let's get on with it, shall we?

Friday's comic:



Pluggers are old.

There was a download for the Sims from a unique site that I lost the link to due to various computer snafus. Look, just because I can type without looking at the keyboard does not mean I'm a computer expert!

Anyways, it was something your Sim could buy that was basically useless - a broken computer that had one action - kick. Loved it!

This comic makes me wish I had such an object.

Onto today's.



"Earn" ice cream?

What?

Pluggers are paid in ice cream now?

I haven't had ice cream since the other day - I "earned" it the old fashioned way too - my sister drove to Sonic and got me a Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Blast with her tip money (she bought Backyard Burger's Root Beer Floats for herself and Mom).

And I look better in summer clothes, if I do say so myself. (I'm the only one saying so, but hey, beauty comes from self-confidence and I don't care what the mirror or pictures say - I feel good in my tank top and purple pirate pajama pants.)

That Rhino has a hard life.

However, I have no sympathies for an idiot from Texas who "earns" his ice cream in any way that does not involve an exchange of money for cold dairy products on a hot day.

It's hot.

Have some ice cream.

Sorry.

I've had books to read and sleeping to do and when I looked at Monday's Pluggers, I was not inspired, so I didn't get back online until yesterday.

It's summer, I'm not in school yet, I can be as weird and lazy as I want to. As long as I read my summer reading (speeches of Martin Luther King Jr), I'm fine.

Onto the comics.

We start with Monday's.

Ha ha! Normally, a well-balanced life means you make time for different things, so your life isn't all about the kids or all about work. This Pluggers life is not balanced in any way that can benefit her, judging by the horror in her eyes. She may be a rabbit - this is her life until she dies.

And on to Tuesday's.



Pluggers are stupid. I mean, this Plugger lives in Florida! Everything needs to be properly sealed or you'll lose it. Trust a Memphis resident on this one. Don't forget mice, but that's what a metal bread box is for.

Though if I can't find a tie and it's something stored in the freezer, I have done that. But bread?

Idiots.

Wednesday's:

This is wrong. It's JUNE. That's a DOG in a PARKED CAR. The dog will die.

In his sleep... napping for all eternity, are you happy?

My dogs are rotten, they've never been left in the car, unless I'm in there with the AC on, but we don't do that as much because of gas prices, so I just stay home and spoil them.

But honestly, he could have found a better setting and a better animal.

That chicken wants to kill him, we know she does.

And, finally, today's.


Pluggers use coupons!

Frozen spam pops?

Excuse me.

We're done for now. I am very queasy from drinking some water with my morning meds and the thought of spam pops... ugh!

Yeah, yeah.

I threw up Thursday night and did not get up until 11 am Friday.

And Saturday, I woke up feeling out of sorts and didn't feel good until now, 4:30 Sunday morning. I think I've been riding my bike too much in the heat - Thursday I was soaked in sweat in the library, dizzy, and incredibly shaky. But I made it home!

So I have to do 3 strips now, and because I'm lazy and my stomach still feels off, I'm going to keep it short.

Friday's strip:
Pluggers are fat.

And ignorant.

And look like men!

Next!

Saturday's strip:


Um, yeah. Who cleans their light fixture every time a stupid bug dies in there? Not me or anybody in my family. But I'm not fat and stupid!

Also, I'd say something about the switched gender, but the woman could be a neat freak and knows a man who does this. (Not anyone she lives with, or she'd clean the damn things out.)

NEXT!

Today's strip:



He really wastes his Sunday space. So glad this doesn't run in my paper. (But it's in color! Ooh!)

Deputy Fife is dead!

Done!

The gender matches!

That's why I shouldn't do these before the sun is up.

Today's comic does not apply to me, and I hope it never does. (I know women can have thinning hair as well as men - I see the ads!)



Ooh, Pluggers are old! And men! And "portly".

This comic was meant for old men, wasn't it?

I never blow-dry my hair, I'll rub it dry with a towel and then brush it, and when I was younger, I'd shake my head like crazy. It didn't dry it as much as get everything else wet.

And style? I got highlights a couple summers ago, and I brush it when it's insane, which is often.

I just brushed it while reading the paper, and before we head out the door to wherever - "Did you brush your hair?"