The problem with archaeology is that the world wants answers, not just simple answers, but answers which are simple and absolutely fascinating. For every person who is interested in controversies about pharaonic Egyptian paint composition, there are a thousand who want to know how many ancient Egyptian temple maidens were blonde. This is aContinue reading “Advenures in Archaeology (Joke Division)”
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DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXIX
His Imperial Worship frowned, his chin on his palm, one little finger between his lips. “It might be amusing to send you out next,” he said, his eyes steady on the monitor, “He might kill you out of general principle.” Nubry formed a large letter Y, head down and with her feet farContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXIX”
FICTION FRIDAY: There Will Be a Reckoning
“What do you seek, mortal?” Kellek tried to see where the voice was coming from, but could find little farther in the murky cave beyond the spiked knees of the demon, high above him. “Vengeance,” he said, through cracked lips. “On whom, mortal?” The voice of doom sounded a little bored. Continue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: There Will Be a Reckoning”
Up Stares, Down Stares
This page seems to be having a run on Marital Woes postcards. A really serious blogger would either settle in for an in-depth discussion of marriage in comedy through the centuries, or move on to some other significant topic, like “Are there regional differences in what people put into their devilled eggs?” But weContinue reading “Up Stares, Down Stares”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXVIII
It was testimony to the lung capacity of Klamathans that Louba was able to sigh so heavily in midflight. “Stick a hat on me butt an’ see if I thinks better that way.” She leapt over the third box of assorted chocolates. “I feels a right lumpuck.” “They roast lumpucks, don’t they?” inquiredContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXVIII”
Delayed at the Office
Last week in this space, we considered a couple of the cartoon side effects of marriage: fighting about money and carrying groceries. In checking my inventory of fascinating but somehow not yet sold postcards, I find another popular cliché about the married man, especially, the married man of business: the suspicion that his workContinue reading “Delayed at the Office”
FICTION NOT-QUITE FRIDAY: Soaring Prices
“Is this your entire stock of flying carpets, shopkeeper?” “As far as I know, ma’am.” “What’s THAT mean?” “I suspect three or four may have floated to the ceiling over the years, but it’s hard to be sure.” “I like that. No need to suspect the maid is sweeping dustContinue reading “FICTION NOT-QUITE FRIDAY: Soaring Prices”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVII
The foursome made cautious progress through a broad square room with dark blue walls. They had deciphered the floor tiles so as to proceed without immediate impalement, but this brought Bott no great sense of accomplishment. Anyone who couldn’t figure out not to step on the tiles with holes in them didn’t deserve toContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVII”
Shop Around
As you no doubt recall, we spent our last thrilling episode discussing how postcard cartoonists addressed the age-old question of how husbands and wives handled their mutual finances. Here is another expression of a perennial joke, as mentioned in that essay. (And, again, if you decide to hunt through the world for other examplesContinue reading “Shop Around”
Not a Chance?
One of the most reliable gambits for the cartoonists preparing our postcards in days of old was marital discord. And among the prime choices of causes for marital discord was one that just about any postcard buyer could sympathize with was financing said marriage. Long before a genius noted that “Romance without finance ain’tContinue reading “Not a Chance?”
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