Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for May 25, 2017

Don’t look at me, look over there.

One Triple Crown Royal

Travis? Is that you?

Yonder?

Is a jar head slang for a Marine?

Oh never mind, it wasn’t anything..

Look! It’s the winged victory of Samothrace!

Concentrate on the hand waving in the air.

Ignore the hand in your pocket, please.

The word ‘airhead’ jumped to mind first off. And then the whole misdirection “look over there” made a lot of sense. In its inimitable lameness.

Damn. I looked.

Anecdote of the Jar, by Wallace Stevens. I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. The wilderness rose up to it, And sprawled around, no longer wild. The jar was round upon the ground And tall and of a port in air. It took dominion everywhere. The jar was gray and bare. It did not give of bird or bush, Like nothing else in Tennessee.

I need a distraction today, to distract me from my daily distractions.

I hate these political strips.

Nice flower.

Kinda reminds me of Poppy Bush.

And the night did end. As the sky brightened, the girl began to move about in the ship’s cabin, using the facilities that emptied into the river and eating some provisions that had to be used soon or go to waste. When she emerged on deck, she was confronted by what appeared to be a very large fox, but not exactly so. It’s features did not conform to any actual animal she had ever seen or of which she had ever heard. Unarmed and uncertain of what to do next, she stood very still and watched it while planning her retreat, maybe flinging the bit of a peach still in her hand to redirect its attention. Then it spoke. “Good morning, Alice,” it said.

Teresa’s just trying to keep us from seeing what her centaur is up to.

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He had planned on rising to the 33rd degree of the Order of Masons, but only made it to 16 oz. order of Mason Jars. But still, his dreams grew as always, just a bit more confined and root-bound. He secretively chuckled at the hidden glass slipper bon mot.

@Brass Orchid. I zoomed in on your profile pic and realized that it’s an old Frog Applause strip that says, “I’m so lonesome I could cry marshmallows.” Classic Sister Teresa.

Distractions are in all directions, not just here, there, or over there.

Damned clever, that Sister Teresa! I, too, thought I saw a Jarhead, wearing a plaid jacket, no less, and thought of my cousin the Marine and my late aunt (his mother) a WW II Marine herself. And I found the flowery distraction amusing.

Then, of a sudden, it came to me. That is not a Jarhead! It’s someone with a Chip on His Shoulder in the form of a large jar. The jar is on his left shoulder (unless what Sr. Teresa is showing us is—gasp!—a mirror image! Quel fromage, I thought to myself since I am sometimes multi-lingual when I think to myself), apparently. Do not be distracted by clever typographic layout nor by the artsy background graphics!

Lead on, Sister Teresa of the Perpetual Lameness!

“Short attention span? I don’t have a short attention sp—Ooh. Squirrel!”