Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for January 10, 2021

Once again, a little over 10 years ago, Richard posted a blog entry regarding this strip: 

http://richardspooralmanac.blogspot.com/2011/01/todays-cul-de-sac-january-9-2011.html

you and your tall tales, Petey, in order to mess up Alice’s mind

Petey should become a writer.

Just like the Sooti not to honor coupons…

And all the coupons have expired.

Years later, in therapy, Alice realized why she was obsessed with SciFi/Fantasy!

They must not be nocturnal, or very sneaky

Ive been spending my lunch break at night in my car and haven’t seen any

Petey the wizard of knowledge.

Maybe Petey’s real calling is to become an anthropologist. He is so good at explaining contemporary mythology! —Indeed, I almost believe in the Sooti!

I love this strip. It reminds me of the relationship between my older brother and I. He used to tell me all sorts of dumb stuff, like chicken nuggets were in our walls or good kids became adults whe bad kids grew into teenagers, and I believed him. Every time.

The Shopping Cart is in the eye of the beholder.

This is incredibly funny.

As good of an explanation for abandoned shopping carts as any I’ve ever read!

At times like this I just am compelled to once again say, Richard Thompson was extraordinary!

Genius.

Petey is such a knowledgeable and caring brother…

I recommend that you don’t touch them.

Petey is so intense. At first I thought he was playing a joke on Alice. But now, I think he is a believer.

Sooti aren’t native to SoCal. :(

Alice is going to grow up to be a xenobiologist.

I keep my coupons in my pocket so the sootie won’t sense me.

Are there still coupons? The stores must have gotten fed up with handling them.

Ooh! That gave me chills, Madeline…

t’s not so much the trolls as the frozen snow…. If you grew up in the days of free-range kids you know that, like simple forest creatures, kids have trails to the most-frequented parts of their range. One trail my herd and I followed was from home, across the Standard gas station parking lot to the Market Basket, home of safe foraging for the likes of PicNic shoestring potatoes, Nehi orange soda and Lik-M-Aid. However, during the winter months Mount Snowplow Residue reared itself directly in our path at the edge of the Standard lot. Now, there were cleared sidewalks just a few feet away, but that was off trail. So up and over we went, often sinking up to our hips. Until, that is, FEBRUARY. That was when Mount S R would develop a deep frozen crust, guaranteed to cut through all but the stoutest of snow suits. Sigh. It was brutal. THOSE WERE THE DAYS!!!!!