Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for August 22, 2017
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August 23, 2017
Transcript:
winter haikus in the empty space immortal beneath the soot parking lot snow pile. jello from a mold wet sand from an upturned pail laughable hat hair. 10 0 10 muffled scream agh if i hear that phrase "mass of arctic air" once more i think i will scream. boy: whine whine whine whine whine adults are like, so wimpy girl: snow days suit me fine.
HappyPappy over 7 years ago
To the author of the strip . In Texas if there is a ‘possible’ hurricane in the Gulf , the weather persons call the assorted paths it may take "" The Cone of Uncertainty"". After a season of ‘cones’ many people are ready to commit Jihad upon the local weatherperson .
Kip W over 7 years ago
Even in reruns, the late Mr. Thompson is the freshest voice on the page.
Sisyphos over 7 years ago
A perfect blend of whimsy, poetry, and art (including the fabulous proto-Dill hat).
Agreed, Kip W. Richard was so special, so great….
well-i-never over 7 years ago
“Muffled scream.” I like that.