That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for October 08, 2021

“And this is where the villagers store their ice cream.”

“This always happens when forget to shut the fridge door.”

Is that a glacier in your chasm or are you just glad to see me?

Yeah, that glacier used to reach all the way to the ocean back when I was a kid. Not certain what happened to it. Probably Bill Gates and those damn liberals did something to it.

And we’re back to paintings of mysteriously levitating objects. Why is that glacier hovering several feet above the ground?

“I don’t know. If I’m going to live next to a bunch of iceholes anyway, I might as well stay in Newark."

“I’m going to buy this thing, chop it up into ice cubes, and make a fortune selling them in Newfoundland.”

“What? You can’t make ice cubes in Newfoundland?”

“Nah. The lady who had the recipe died, eh?”

On Mont Blanc’s Mer de Glace as he crossed, / Victor spied a hulk covered in frost. / ‘Twas the creature he’d made / from dead bodies he’d flayed. / (Then they talked about Paradise Lost. ) /// And the monster asked, “Why give me life / to be lonely, with no friend or wife?” / “You must build me a bride / made of beauties who’ve died / or your future with pain will be rife!” /// Frankenstein took his creature’s advice, / then reneged. Victor’s bride paid the price. / At this sad story’s end, / without love, bride or friend, / they will both end up back on thin ice.

There’s an Alpine village under there called Springfield because it’s not visible until Spring.

The mother of all kombucha mothers.

Back to more horrible weeked art and this from an artist bound to remain unknown -at least we can hope.

Now that I’ve arrived, my lovely lady, allow me to take you to lunch. I’ll repack my parachute later.

“But we’d better get out of the way before those Bohunks trample us chasing the biggest houby they’ve ever seen.”

Nuthin could be nicer than a dollop of De-icer in the mor-or-ornin’…

I was thinking of moving there./ In the end, though, I just didn’t dare./ After just a brief stint/ I’d acquired such a squint/ that I just couldn’t bear the glare.

After Moses parted the Red Sea, God decided to heal the wound by freezing it.

They stood at the glacier’s end/ bemoaning the obvious trend:/ the increase of heat/ and the shortened ice sheet/ on which many species depend./// All the glaciers are being depleted/ in the atmosphere (now overheated)/ by the carbon emissions/ that create the conditions/ by which all life is being “short-sheeted”..///The shrinking of regions polar/ benefits none except the “high roller”. / “Big beautiful coal”/ has outlived its role./ It’s long past the time to go solar.

You can see from the picture that the glacier is getting smaller and retreating.

Search earnestness I’ll befits/ Ishmael, who is one of those twits/ who would much rather write/ something trifling and trite./ He prefers to live by his “Witz”. (Auf deutsch, “ein Witz” is a joke)

I’ve seen enough…I am out of here!

Why do those rocks in the middle look like a face? Was this the first emoji?

“Yep. We got us some big, incontinent birds in these here parts.”

It’s a giant jellyfish washed up by the tsunami.

“Use your imagination! In 200 some-odd years this will all be gone and you can build the next Levittown and make a killing!!!”

“But I’ve already got so much money tied up in those California river basins you said would dry up in that same amount of time…”

who fertilizes mushrooms?

At the foot of the Pasterze: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:JN_1799_Am_Fu%C3%9Fe_der_Pasterze.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at 

http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/2021/10/masterpiece-2805_7.html 

So far, 41 works, initially with unknown attribution, have been used here. 

https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2021/05/26?comments=visible 

has the prior.

I could swear this is where I parked my car. And I don’t remember this berg being here.

At the foot of the Pasterze glacier, / which two men have been sent to survey. Sure, / the ice floe’s retreated, / and nearly completed / the old ecosystem’s erasure.

When first they observed the Pasterze/ they were heard to exclaim “Lord, have mercy !”/ But after you view/ it a time or two/ it’s not that much worse than New Jersey.

My glacier is not retreating, It’s a fighter

If you’ve ever seen glacier-blue ice, / it’s a hue that can soothe and entice. / When no glaciers are nigh, / will what falls from the sky / when a jet vents its toilets suffice?

Tourist: What on earth do you call that?

Guide: It’s ‘glacier.’

Tourist: It’s glacier than what?

Guide: No, it’s an ice mass.

Tourist: Well, that’s an ice mass you’ve gotten us into, Ollie!

Guide: Very funny, but glaciers can be deadly.

Tourist: Deadly? It can’t even get its rocks off.

Guide: I hate this job.

[Reply to khmo re “horrible weekend art”]

I have a modest proposal. (No, not that one!) When a weekend selection is like this painting: (1) Not pleasing to the eye. (2) Provokes relatively few creative and humorous responses. (3) Leads instead to serious discussions which (in the current climate) turn political, and therefore have zero chance of convincing anyone to alter their opinion… be it resolved that a Priceless masterpiece from a much earlier date be selected for us to Comment upon. Something from 2011 to 2013, perhaps, when many of us were not yet here. We would have to agree upon who would get to make that weekend’s, ideally random, choice. Perhaps taking turns. The selected date could be posted and then, those who wish to participate could use the calendar button to add new Comments to that “old” painting. Anyone interested?

taro was so proud of his world’s biggest shiitake…

The advantage to being a Lilliputian is that one scoop of ice cream is a lifetime supply! See, there are even nuts on the side for us!

They said “Party like it’s 1799”, so I bought all the “coke” I could …

When I told Alexander the Great of all the problems that exist living in his city, he banned me from there. He relocated me here.

It is sort of peaceful; but I do miss living in a wine cask …

“Well, we’re from Skyron, and they’re all that size there.”