Tuesday the 16th

A joyous day, the last day of fall break and new episodes of NCIS and Law and Order: SVU. I discovered that my roommate likes NCIS, which is very good.

And I continued to ignore Pluggers.

But no more!

Nobody sent this in, it came from the mind that illustrates.

Oh, the pain.

That creature looks really young to have been working since 1937, maybe born in '37 - but not working since then.

And "bluegrass pickin'"?

At first, I thought it meant picking blue grass out of people's yards so they'd have green grass. Winter is not as bleak here as it is farther north, but the grass does turn brown and crinkly. A couple years ago, I saw a front yard that had been painted. Only explanation. It was much funnier than this, of course.

So how does one send a résumé like that to prospective employers?

I also fail to see any connection between the 3 activities listed or why they're listed on a car. There are plenty of jobs out there that can be logically listed on your vehicle - most blue collar and very Pluggerish!

Also, is Bob Brown a former CIA sniper? Would explain the name, mustache, and sunglasses.

Monday the 15th

I was at home that day, and the home computer is so big and slow, I avoided it at all costs - besides, I can use my laptop on the couch, I can't use a PC there.


The comic -

Oh, I did look at this on Tuesday or Wednesday. It hurt my brain.



Pluggers don't even have pennies, because the medication allowing them to continue their horrible existences as some divine punishment costs too much!

What political insight you have, Mister Richard Silvis of Auburn Hills, Michigan.

Or this is yet another "pluggers are old" and was sent in with the knowledge that it would be published.

And yet, this doesn't make a lick of sense.

Yes, a full pillbox rattles - I know this well - but who puts pillboxes or pill bottles or even the little foil/plastic thing in their pockets?

I was a sick little teenager, and I take a few daily meds to keep everything um, alive, and I've never done this! I have a weekly thing, and since I have to take things 3 times a day, there are separate day parts, and I pop out that day's if I'll be gone long enough to need it.

And at school, I stick it in my purse. Before I carried a purse, I stuck it in my mom's! (This summer.)

I know men aren't supposed to carry purses or anything, but I can't imagine carrying your medication in your pocket - maybe an inhaler, but pills? Er...

I truly am sorry.

I just remember looking at Monday's comic and not having the energy to touch it.

Last weekend, I had a paper to write.

This weekend, I should be working on two papers, but nothing is due this week, so I can attack another writing assignment.

This blog.

You don't want to see the mess my regular blog is in.

I still love college - I got a 94 on my French midterm!

Saturday the 13th and Sunday the 14th

Trot Nixon's up and they're taking a break in the middle of the top of an inning.

The 11th!

Saturday's comic:



I think all people who work from home should sue the merry hell out of Brookins and the syndicate.

Besides, wouldn't most people use a cell as a work number so this doesn't happen? Or pay for another line?

I know, they're lucky to have a phone, probably a party line, but he's in Dallas! I know it's in the South, but some southern cities have all the technology of non-southern ones.

I honestly don't have a category - stupid? Foxworthy ripoff? What?


OH MY NO, TROT NIXON IS THE EVILLEST MAN EVER IT IS NOW 7-6, THE TIE IS BROKEN HOW COULD THEY DO THIS?

Will my horror color my view of Sunday's comic?

You bet.

The game's not over, still need a bottom of the 11th...




8 TO 6 CLEVELAND? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

Yeah, there are still more games, but damn, how how how why why why why.

So Country Pluggers, in the need to create divisions that were not there for the sake of division (not the math kind), have a sense of what is "country" and what is not - the back 40.

Or, more likely, the 8th of an acre they mow lovingly with their stupid lawn mowers because they're stupid.

I'm sorry about the baseball, but, as I warned my roommate, it will get worse before it ends.

Friday the 12th

Last night, we only needed 11 innings. I went to sleep at the start, missing the tie-breaking run. Yay Rockies! (I'm ambivalent about the Rockies.)

Friday - just more exhaustion.

I ran into this guy between classes and he knew me but I didn't know him. And we have a class together! In my defense, it's a discussion class (the same one with the movies) and I don't shut up and he doesn't speak up. He said I was smart, I should have told him it has more to do with stupidity and arrogance - of course you want to hear what I have to say. Read a sentence, form an opinion, state the opinion. Repeat as necessary. Try to get paid and on TV.

So yesterday's cartoon sucked, I'm sure.


I am mildly sick of plugged phrases, but grateful to be away from just plain old "pluggers are fat/old" comics, so hey.

Pluggers don't work in retail and don't run their own businesses and hold garage sales often enough to send in a topic for a syndicated comic.

Honestly, this just sucks.

Wouldn't a makeshift cash register need a calculator or paper and pencil?

Whatever.

Thursday the 11th

I couldn't wait for the week to be over.

So the movie everybody HAD to see, not so much.

In my class, we were supposed to all have a comment or question about both movies, but we got one and then discussed that and it evolved merrily for the entire hour and 25 minutes. It was nice, what the class is about.

My roommate has a different discussion class, and she said you didn't need to see the second and third parts for her class either.

I also took a nap that day between classes, but only for an hour.

Thursday's trauma:



I hate text messaging.

Hate it, hate it, hate it!

In addition to that, my mom adores it. (And she's not even a doctor.)

However, I hate this abuse of technological language, even though, technically, that note is a text message - it's a message written down.

Though on the fridge? Mom always put ours on the counter - the fridge is for more permanent or not immediate things.

I don't fully understand the message. If the dog needed to go out, wouldn't he know? Ours go absolutely batshit insane (moreso than usual) if they need to go out.

However, there is another thing one "takes out" - frozen food (usually animals) to be defrosted for dinner that night.

Yeah.

Infers what you wills.

Wednesday the 10th

I need sleep, I'm not an animal!

Unlike the Pluggers in Wednesday's panel.

(Nice segue.)

Wednesday... um... that movie I watched Tuesday? We were required to watch the other 2 hours, with a screening provided Wednesday evening with FREE FOOD, but I was too tired. And it's online! For free!



For some reason, the thought of animals wearing blue jeans (please god no) makes me think of a scene from It. Richie's down in the basement of the school, and Pennywise (Tim Curry and the kids are the only good things in that movie, I did not mind at all when it got all skippy at the end) is there as the teenage werewolf. That description, of a furry body in blue jeans is still with me.

Again, I'd love to have Pennywise stalking Pluggers.

As for the caption... She's discussion blue jeans, so therefor, it really is "jeanealogy". I have no idea what she's saying, I think it means he's fat? but do not make jokes about Plugger genes or family trees because I can't resist the incest jokes!

Oh man, I have family in Nebraska!

Stop!

Tuesday the 9th...

New NCIS and Law and Order SVU. Both good.

Test in my 8am class, movie in my 11:20 one (a movie that is free to watch online!).

I stumbled out at 7:30 (the school paper starts its week on Tuesday, had to read it before class) and stumbled back by 8:30 and slept until 10:30.

That's when the exhaustion light bulbs went off.

So that's why I ignored Tuesday's comic.


1 - That Rhino has no money. Why is he at a bank that does not handle blood? I cannot donate blood because my blood is so awesome, the government wants it (the awesomeness) contained in one body, er, I lived in Europe in the '90s, leave me alone, I would if I could!

2 - The 3rd plugger has his paycheck in his hand - you know they don't believe in direct deposit.

3 - You wait IN a line, you do not wait ON a line! Unless you are sitting on top of the people in a line, or standing on a line painted on the floor. The first would look so cool.

EXTRA INNINGS! Will the baseball gods ever let me sleep?

My favorite 10th inning score? 0-0.

Monday the 8th

I've had an exhausting week.

For whatever reason.

I did not get up until one this afternoon (didn't fall asleep until after 1 am, but still) and I am going to sleep after the game/my laundry.

So let's get started with the 8th - I met with my adviser that day (my French professor, isn't that nice?) and made it through 3 classes. More than the stars of the strip, and I know this without even looking. I have to look, don't I?

Damn.


These creatures cannot walk and talk at the same time. Case closed!

This man has to be old enough to be my grandfather. "Honey-Do" list?

I don't have much else to add, besides that this really fits the bill of plugging a phrase - there's no way in hell this ...thing... will be doing more than one thing at a time when it comes to his Honey-Do chores.

Though I should be charitable and credit him with carrying a mug and piece of paper at the same time. Mensa will be calling any day now.

Sunday the 7th

The Cubs are out.

Certain people were distraught.

But the Sox'll win today, so hey, I can handle these Pluggers.



Okay, so I can't.

I don't know much about trees - I don't know if it would be that big after just 3 generations...

As for ancient, yeah, if it's that big and he's still alive...

And dogs don't live that long - a grandfather would be 3, maybe 2, he's not the one who's actually pregnant.

Now the drawing...

That kid is five feet in the air! He had to be placed in the tire!

That's not right.

Though little is right about their world.

Oh, RhinoMan, will you ever win?

We've seen today's comic before.

And I've seen the name before, not that I have that organized.



"Bellybutton changing from innie... to outie!"

Pluggers love to eat. That's a given - they live damn depressing lives, they need all the comfort they can get. And food works well, especially when you just pawned your tight pants to pay for this meal and the pants needed to hide food so you can eat for a few nights.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor...

Especially if they're a Plugger!

I'm glad Pluggers are men today - it makes my week end nicely. (That and Law and Order reruns all afternoon and then a new Las Vegas!)


Let's tackle the caption first - does anybody really throw away disposable razors after one use? I toss them when they stop working - a couple of weeks, maybe.

But you don't hold onto them as long as we assume the Plugger has - they get dull, and all they're good for is cutting your skin but not the hair.

As for the drawing - no more shaving Pluggers, please!

No more Pluggers worried about hair!

It's just creepy.

Lord I'm one, lord I'm two, lord I'm three, lord I'm four,

Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home...



Just who believes in the rules? The big Plugger or the little one? The little one doesn't know what 'iron-clad' means, and I doubt most of the big ones do.

Who says 'Iron-Clad Rule'? I've never seen that.

Back to Peter, Paul and Mary.

I seriously love college.

I just do.

I don't love Pluggers, though.

But here I am!

Today's nonsense -

No "You know..."? Sad.

Pluggers don't lock their doors. Pass it on.

Not much more to say, really.

And I wasn't aware there were many of those key chain cards out there - I know Kroger, and I think I have a Waldenbooks/Borders one somewhere (not on my key chain), but whatever.

Key chains... meh.

No, what's awesome is in middle school, when all you really have is a house key, and about 10 different key chains on one big ring.

But Pluggers don't go to middle school.

Yesterday and Today

Couldn't even stick to the plan for one day!

The first - Coffee machines make a 'perk' noise?

I like the smell of some coffee - I remember as a kid on the base, my sister and I would race to the coffee thing where you could collect the beans and bag them. It smelled so good.

And fresh baked bread... mmm...

Bacon, though? Ugh.


The second -
Okay, I've been in 2 houses in the last couple of years without disposals in the sink and we threw away the the big food.

I've never heard of flushing uneaten food - surely it's not good for the pipes?

This is just icky.

Sunday

The 30th -



Pluggers are never sober.

Saturday

The 29th -



Sex or the thought of sex gives Pluggers killer headaches.

Or, ewwwwwwwwwww, he hurt himself during sex...


EW!!!

Friday the 28th

I had a doctor appointment that day - no poking, no prodding!

And then a new Las Vegas!

You can understand how I would ignore this "gem," of course.



So much hate.

He's a bear, she's not. Just maul her already.

I get the feeling that Andy hasn't had a job in a long time, and his mother-in-law's presence can't be helping.

Now I have to wonder, why was this sent in by a woman? Is she the wife? The mother-in-law? Who?

How was it initially written?

Thursday the 27th of September

One comic per post.

At least for today.

The comic:



Oh, wow, kids get old just like their parents!

Stop the presses!

And how does that make you a plugger? It makes you a parent of a child who needs reading glasses.

Though I guess reading glasses are easier and cheaper than laser surgery. Perhaps that's what they meant?

Nah.

She should get her own reading glasses. I need glasses to read, too, and I can't imagine using my mom's glasses! (She needs hers to read as well.)

Of course, we need ours to see people clearly, not as blurs, so...

Desert lovin' in your eyes all the way...

If I listened to your lies would you say...


That today's Pluggers is one of the most disturbing ones ever - all by itself?



Yes, of course.

There's not much more to say, is there?

I hope Jim Driver made this up, because this is sick.

I'm not a cat expert or a cat person, but I think it's not good for kids to play in the litter box. Just a hunch.

I know pregnant women aren't supposed to handle cat poop, but that's about it.

The parents of this Plugger need to be hauled into ACS for being too damn lazy to either train the cat to go in a f!cking litter box or too damn crazy not to care.

I know not everybody has got a body like you...

baby!

George Micheal's ass - what more do you need? The awesome song, sure.

But it can't help today's Pluggers look good - great pop music, sadly, can only do so much to help a terribly depressing comic look decent - even one with possible incestuous or cannibalistic overtones. (Or is it undertones?)

So, let's take a look at today's comic.


Better than CostCo samples, lady.

"Well I guess it would be nice..."

See ya later!

The 'American Idol' episode of Psych is on.

I made myself get up five minutes before, oh so disorienting.

But this is worth it.

Naturally, this is funnier than today's Pluggers. (I haven't seen it yet.)



I'm rereading It right now, and Eddie drinks prune juice and gin in the library.

I like the idea of Pennywise stalking Pluggers and living in the sewers of Pluggerville.

It's still the weekend...

And I had to fix an essay!

And read!

Saturday's suffering -

I...

er...

what?

Why does he need to know where the garden hose is?

How is that relevant?

He just looks so perplexed - I bet the hose is green.

Today's waste of pixels -
ICE CREAM IN COFFEE?

Pluggers embrace their reality as proles, and turn up their nose at anything they perceive as 'elite'.

I make no promises about tomorrow - there's this interesting thing that I can write about for two classes - one memo-like, and one a 2 page essay. And it sounds interesting to me.

More creepiness.

Told you I'd talk about today's comic today!



Josh's take on this is only about the drawing, not the caption.

And it's a good one about how Pluggers are broke.

The caption is bizarre, because I don't count the postcards from the vet as the most important mail ever, but I'm not a Plugger. (Just got my MAD Classics - it was sent to my house, then mom mailed it to my university address! So cool.)

This illustrates how cheap and stupid Pluggers are. It costs too much to insure your pet (or kid, who knows, maybe they put collars on some kids there, the smart ones, judging by the look of horror on the smaller one's face), so you don't. And then you bitch about the cost of a shot. So you don't get one. And then the illness comes and you go into deep debt paying for the recovery.

PAY FOR THE DAMN SHOT, PLUGGERS!

Also, I love the concept of pet insurance, and I know I'll get it for mine when I'm older.

These really suck.

And Josh already commented on three of them!

But I'm done with my homework (including a paper that has been weighing on me but is done, done, done, DONE! The rough draft, at least, but any suggestions will just be a second coat of paint, nothing too hard.) for the weekend - despite two classes tomorrow.

Can I just say I love college?

That's why this comic is such a joy to analyze.

Monday's mediocrity - Who doesn't? They give those things away all the time, at least to my recollection. I have a red pen that is sponsored by some drug or other, and I discovered during once class while taking it apart (I've broken a couple that way) that the white casing with the drug name could be removed and do no harm to the pen and ink, just the look.

It's been a while since I've had a drug notepad, but I know we did. My dad and his wife have so many, because they're old or because they're cops, I don't know, I don't care. These things are ads, and they are so damn prevalent, but hey, no need to buy a pen.

Tuesday's torture -

He looks so sad. That's not fair.

He knows his weight is keeping him from middle management, and that hurts.

It says "middle management" because he has a lot of weight at the middle of his body, but it would make a bigger difference if he was a leaner animal with a potbelly. A better visual, I think.

Though a depressed, fat Rhino is what Pluggers is all about!

Wednesday's wailing -
I love her response. She is so not happy with the bag. Or the gift-giver's hat. Let me just say that I've only done this for small, spontaneous gifts, and those are rarely from Wally-World.

Besides, save the bag - they make great trash bags for small cans, for delivering the scooped poop to the trashcan as neatly as possible, and keep wet or dirty clothes from getting your bag or clean clothes dirty - the camping accessory no one talks about.

Why is she wearing an apron on a gift-giving occasion? Sexist, Mister Brookins!

And today's bilge -
People who were adults in 1941 could not possibly have the same amount of hair now that they did then! So yeah, if you have the same wig, it's not changing.

Or what, a classically trained stylist?

I don't get the '41 date, that's just weird, because I've seen pictures of women in the late '30s and early '40s, and I don't recall seeing enough like that so it screams "1941!!!" That looks almost like real hair, but not quite. Of course, that doesn't look like a real creature, so...


My next assignment - mock the upcoming weekend's waste daily.

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.

Time to catch up.

August 28th - What makes this awesome - the look on the driver's face. "Why didn't I just use MapQuest?"


August 29th - This would be awesome if the fridge needed cleaning out because all the food was bad. Actually, I'm sure it is. Who cleans out a fridge by removing all the food - good or bad? Isn't the point of refrigeration so we can have safe leftovers?

August 30th - 1 - Did vehicles ever have record players? (I know, cars can have speaker systems worth more than the car itself, but I've only heard of woofers in old, old MADs.)

2 - Those dogs are stupider than their owner. They know enough to not jump out when it's moving, but not enough to lay down where they'll be safe.

August 31st -
But pluggers are old! Old people golf! Therefore, Pluggers golf!

Though one can still golf and never get a hole in one...

And who calls the hole in a donut a "hole in one"?


September 1st -
I don't get this one.

I know what I'm supposed to get - Pluggers are fat, ha ha.

But I don't understand what the hell is the significance of feeling belt loops?


September 2nd -
Pluggers are smarter than we thought - they remember something learned in school - like the word inertia!

September 3rd -

Pluggers may be emotionally or electrically unstable, but boy howdy, are they muddy!

And mud is awesome.

September 4th -

Only guys are dumb enough to shave and put alcohol on the naked skin right away. Ha!

Also - a dog? Bad, bad, bad animal choice! I don't even want to think about how this could be possible. (It can't be.)

September 5th -
I will continue to like that song. However, I have to wonder. Pluggers are middle America, blue collar folk. Sure, they're broke, but aren't they more mechanically inclined than non-Pluggers?

September 6th -
Hey - Pluggers are fat! Though it's not right to use a rhino to illustrate this one - have you ever seen a skinny rhino?

September 7th -
I don't know what to say about this. Pluggers are animals, right? And in this one, they're dogs! And what about the fact that most 'favorite movie stars' are favorites because of looks (Johnny Depp, anyone?)?

Ew.

This is worse than cannibalism, somehow.

September 8th -
Just on the walls of his room!

September 9th -
I thought you saved money when you stopped smoking - money that could be spent fixing your truck, perhaps.

September 10th -



Reed Hoover is an awesome name, but it's also familiar - have we seen Reed before?

I really like the forever stamps concept, but I thought investments made you money when you sold them - and you can't (can you?) sell stamps.

College is going great, by the way.

I'll try not to let 2 weeks pass by next time.

But I make no promises.