Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 02, 2020

Don’t give no wax lips kisses to Frenchie.

There’s no moisture like personal moisture.

…Foriegn generic versions of Garfield, Pearl’s Before Swine and Peanuts…

…#3: Postcard from the edge…

…number one: from Tom Jone’s personal collection…

…#two can I pass it through me own kidneys, first?…

… ah, another day at the Frog…

…the best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup…

I want a BEE Deely bobber ((((((boing boings))))))), now, and from now on NO sealing the envelopes after hours …..you blockheads!

Wasn’t Fearless Fossick a character on a knock-off toon called Dink Tarcy?

 

Someone else hates squirrels (and it’s not ARAST):

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy

Wow. Cats so seldom give compliments.

is a great idea, but shouldn’t it be #1?

The bad news: 2nd panel is not #1 …

The good news: It is appropriately colorized …!

Well, put a frog on my head and call me Lilly.

Excellently lame.

Go ahead and fossick. See if I care. Fun fact: The Latin word fossa means ditch.

I hope whoever got that letter didn’t also lick the glue.

It occurs to me now, or occurs to some version of me, that my assumption of Violet being spread out among many reality nodes was terribly flawed. Upon further reflection, it seems fairly obvious that she has completed the course of the reality she inhabits, and knows the full run of it from beginning to end, within her own sphere of awareness. So she can say what is happening at the given moment, and what happened in the recent past, or will happen in the near future, with absolute conviction and clarity, because it is the pattern of that local reality. But things get unpredictable and unknowable farther out, due to the limited scope of her life at the time of her near death experience as a child. How this allows her to drain energy from people is uncertain at the moment, but it looks like it is my year for learning things, so it may pop into view at any moment. I also need to find some advantage in being a unified and fragmented being on my own course of existence. I’m more like Jolly Old Bob than I am like Vi, at this point. More Demon than Angel. My sense of self, my resting ego state, is somewhat damaged. Neighboring selves seem to be equally valid as the default template of self. I cannot be certain if these neighboring selves are local within my consensus reality node or if they are the same me across many nodes. Or, is there even a difference? A whole case of zebra chips from Frogazon dot com arrived today. I’d forgotten I ordered them.

Groucho Kitty says, I’ve had a perfectly wonderful time, but this wasn’t it.

Charlie Brown —As in, “Charlie Brown, you blockhead!”

I must, however [“however” as an adverb should always be postpositive], say that panel 1’s precious kitty send me to my dictionary resource for both fossick and deely-bopper. Did I mention that I shot the kitty?

I don’t use urine to seal my envelopes. In fact, these days most of my envelopes are of the self-sealing variety. And for others, common spittle suffices….

It is very relaxing to read a Frog Applause and not have to worry about an uncertain future. Bravo, all!

Everything’s legal in New Jersey.