That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for January 20, 2023

Mrs. Andersen filed a complaint later that day, asking the city to reroute the marathon from running in front of her house.

/// Gudrun stood in her doorway to cry

as her neighbors all came running by.

They looked upward to spy

a young man who can fly

(in a hot-air balloon in the sky).

/// In the gondola is Gudrun’s guy.

When this morning he kissed her goodbye,

she said, “Don’t go too high;

something might go awry.”

She’s afraid that he’ll fall out and die.

There must be a football game.

There’s actually nothing to see up there – A couple of joggers went by on their morning run and everybody started following them on the assumption that they were running towards something good.

Walmart has eggs! Walmart has eggs!

Chippendale dancers or watch Real Housewives?

Chippendale dancers or watch Real Housewives?

I’d better decide fast.

It’s okay, Dawn. Now that he has done that, he can eat your meatloaf.

Must be double stamps day at A&P.

I hope Dawn’s husband has a strong sphincter.

Good thing the artist had a photographic memory, his models refused to stand still!

https://bruun-rasmussen.dk/m/news/171110_1_guldalder.html

“A young girl stands in the doorway with the sun on her face and searches for something outside the picture frame. Eckersberg captures the action and creates a moment without a story. As a viewer, you wonder what is really going on and are tempted to add new chapters to the story both before and after the moment depicted in the painting …”

… The long-awaited fishing fleet was in, and Mrs. Hansen, having received the best and freshest cod, was ready to make many servings of her famous Fiskefrikadeller. The wafting fingers of the cooking fragrance lured people from all social classes in the town. They came practically at a run to enjoy the succulent fish cakes.

Poor Elsebet’s modest restaurant would receive no customers that day. Her lazy husband, Adelbert had overindulged on akvavit until early in the morning, and would awaken only by mid-afternoon, and proceed immediately to beat her.

Elsebet’s only pleasure in life was to read Hans Christian Andersen stories in which she imagined herself a well-loved princess.

Ethel….Is that you?….Put some clothes on!

From: @Call me Ishmael

https://www.gocomics.com/profile/2288699

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FooFriday:

She wept as she stood on the stoop/

and observed the galloping group/

She thought it absurd/

That she’d not got the word:/

It was clear she was out of the loop..///

She wept as she stood on the stoop /

At the sight of the galloping group../

She thought it absurd/

That she’d not got the word:/

It was clear she was out of the loop!///

As she eyeballed the thundering throng/

She wondered where she had gone wrong../

Then, drying her eyes/

Out the portal she flies/

In the throng she now thunders along..///

But whither are all of them bound?/

Has anyone thought to look ‘round?/

Eckersberg leaves us wond’ring/

To what they are thund’ring:/

What bargain has somebody found?///

Elzbeta is hardly a loner/

She’s neither a dot nor a “stoner”./

The average Dane/

Is no stranger to pain/

In her struggle to cling to a Kroner.

I was confused, as the last line of the caption was cut off on my tablet’s screen.

then I scrolled down.

The lemmings are being called to the………..oh wait, it’s just release of the latest iPhone.

Self-impalement?

“I could of sworn I read the border was closed.”

Who is that old geezer down there yelling, “Come into the light”?

On the other hand, it may not be what they’re running toward, but what they’re running from.

This is your best one yet!

Olivia: I know he is out there some where? And not wearing the under wear he left onmy bed!

Scene outside 7/11 last week for Mega Millions tickets.

Tall Betty was always on the lookout for an equally tall man. Unfortunately, she lived in Smallville where even Superboy was actually quite short.

“Of course. A new That is Priceless comes out, and all the men go to see if there’s a naked woman in it.”

Scene of all the people who overslept to try to get in on the best “Black Friday” sales.

View through a Door to Running Figures: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Paintings by Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg" site=commons.wikimedia.org 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, except for Yahoo (for that currently just choose the first link), and once there find the text string foto, and click its link for info and links that point to more info (perhaps best viewed using Google Chrome, which can automatically translate most webpages if necessary) about this roughly B4 paper size painting. Other versions currently has a strip coloration image; but, its WC file has been superseded by what I point to, and it, along with the image, may disappear without notice.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3065 (January 20, 2023) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to the blog entry with my comment pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 6 works by this artist have been used here, the August 17, 2022, strip bring the prior.

The WKRP helicopter always gathered a crowd!!

despite a good reputation, Julia was no hit as a prostitute. they stayed away in droves.

/// Dawn’s nude husband is very astute.

He knows women consider him cute.

Hung up on that flagpole

he achieved his real goal

by returning each bimbette’s salute.

“Confounded meatloaf?” Is that what the kids call it now?

Dang it! The pied piper showed up again!

The flash mob was surprised by how quickly the king showed his appreciation with gun salutes and how accurate their aim was.

My mom is cooking meat loaf,

and I am getting really scared.

Because none can describe the horror

that was the last food she prepared.

Her pudding tastes real terrible

and her green beans are really sick

I think it’s possible I will die

from her next creation of “ick”.

I frown with creeping terror,

while she wonders with delight

how she can make her meatloaf

the embodiment of fright.

She doesn’t suck on purpose.

That, I can tell.

I only wish she’d read a cookbook

so she could really cook well.

I wonder what thing I should say,

to pardon me from eating,

but as I watch her cut and slice that stuff

my bravery is fleeting.

by: Esther Sylvester

But he was in the duffing.

For Monday:

Three sisters, (there may have been four)/

Found they just couldn’t take any more/

Of the flatterer’s blather/

And so they chose rather/

To hire a helpful “hoar”///

The “hoar” was as deaf as a stump/

But she had a magnificent rump/

It should have gone well/

But (d4mm1t to H€££ !)/

It turned out she had voted for Tr**p! ///

And that’s how the story ended./

Their wedding was never attended/

And if I’ve brought disgrace/

To this delicate space/

I’m sorry if I’ve offended!