Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for January 12, 2014

BiT: Blonds in Turtlenecks — Coming soon to a theater near you!:Actually, I’ll never need that service; I have a pocket-sized notepad and a pencil.

What happens when the Brain Alert team get a brain fart and their co-workers get them too?

Brain Alert, we’re there for you so you don’t have to be.

I need a “South of the belt” brain alert for my “other brain”!

But are the Brain Alert guys really that fast to appear?! And do they always know the answer/missing information? I see many potential flaws in Rat’s invention, although I do like the idea….

Silly Rat, Brain Alert it already is a product it’s called Siri for the idjuts on apple phones.

I need to write a comment here and it needs to say . . . umm . . .  click    click click

I’ve gotta get me one of those… watchamacallits… you know, like help yopu remember… ah, you know what I mean… works like a tv remote…

… damn…

i have a cousain named aidan, he’s young too….

Thanks for publishing this on my 62nd birthday. I was gonna pretend to forget the bad name I wanted to call you but trust me – THAT I remembered.

Do they have a version that helps you remember the names of people you just met 10 seconds ago? I’ll buy one of those!

Happy birthday, Sir or Madam. I’m here to tell you that you can survive being 62. I’m halfway through it. Took early retirement, so far so good. These days, however, I find I’m thinking a lot about the hereafter……. I walk into a room and try to remember what I came here after….

egads!

This doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

I had a an old chihuahua. In his later years he often was found standing midway on the stairs wondering it he should go up or go down. Sometimes I would join him.

I don’t want to be reminded about the Peanut Guy.

Don’t buy the cheap model like I did! Sometimes it doesn’t provide the desired information until hours later when I’m in bed trying get to sleep.

I’m married… wife tells me what I need to know and what’s historically pertinent.

These are a good idea… called Wikipedia!

sounds like a novice idea. I be needing that when it comes to names.

“Rat’s softening.”He grows old . . . he grows old . . . (Paraphrase of “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” T. S. Eliot.)

I NEED ONE OF THEM . . . THINGS!

Excellent!

xxx

Anybody else thinking about panel three as an avatar?

Awesome.

General Motors already has it in their cars. It’s called . . . er . . . ahhh . . .darn – right on the tip of my tongue.

Two elderly couples were sitting down to dinner at a restaurant. The two husbands were talking about a memory clinic that one of them, Joe, had visited earlier that week.“Yeah, it’s got all of the latest and greatest memory stuff,” Joe was saying. “Visualization, association…all of that.”

“Hmm,” his buddy said. “I might want to take a class or two. What was it called?”Try as he might, Joe couldn’t remember the name of the clinic. Then he smiled.click click (“Hey, what’s the name of that flower, with the long stem and the thorns?”)(“You mean a rose?”)(“Yeah, that.”) Joe turned to his wife. “Hey, Rose—what was the name of that memory clinic?”

Why does rat need brain alert?