Pickles by Brian Crane for July 24, 2020

I wonder if rocks ever get motion-sick

Whereas in fact rocks are constantly weathering, breaking down through contact with the Earth’s atmosphere, water, and biological organisms.

A poor millipede just lost its home.

Or, the rock was horrified and we couldn’t hear it scream.

And thus Earl makes sure the boy never becomes a geologist.

Glad Linus Van Pelt wasn’t there. “Nice going, Charlie Brown. It took several million years for that rock to get to the shore, and now you’ve just thrown it back.”

I like the flat ones. If you throw them just right, they’ll skip across the body of water (for some distance). Or you can turn that throw 90º up and when it comes back down into the water, it makes a dandy SCHLOOMP sound. And if you have a nice ice sheet, then the skipping technique is even more amazing!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYbF8xDnPxk

Time for a “Rock Concert”

This conversation is really getting Deep

Now explain to Nelson what an “eon” is…

Rocks typically prefer to be left alone. Start messing with them, and they’re bound to get honked off, eventually. Then someone gets hurt.

Let sleeping rocks lie.

Nothing is what rocks dream of…

Wonder if that rock will wash up on B.C.’s shore. . .hey, it could happen. . .this is the comix, after all. . .

One near Nelson, “Third Rock From the Son”

That rock was probably washed ashore during the tide and migrated from a distant shore..Canada

I’m not the only one who considers the feelings of inanimate objects?

I had a very large collection of different types of rocks growing up. My dad loved looking at them and so did my friends.

Pretty barren landscape. He could have mentioned the ice age and glaciers moving rocks, grinding rocks, placing boulders.

If you smell what the Rock is cooking……..;~|

Earl passing on his wisdom to the next generation.. poor Nelson

But cumulatively, they have a lot of frequent travel miles. (But only a couple ever got to use them on the way back from the moon.)

Personally, I’d settle for chunk of rock candy.

It wasn’t a rock. . . it was a Rock Lobster!

I think of rocks whenever I think of quantum mechanics: everything in motion with particles blipping in and out of existence, yet the rock is still there after 4+ billion years.

Great thought, Grandpa.

Earl…… YOU ROCK..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Will tomorrow be paper or scisdors?