Dec10
NEW CHRISTMAS VOTING INCENTIVE!
Everyone loves cats on the internet, right? And everyone loves Christmas? Well, boy, do we have it covered!
VOTE FOR PUCK TO PROVIDE CHARITABLE MITTENS FOR NEEDY KITTENS!
As for this comic…
I don’t have much energy to offer commentary here. Today is my fortieth birthday. That in and of itself is enough of a downer to ruin any day, but then my one kid barfed in the middle of the night, which meant that was on ‘deal with the sick kid’ detail all day. And I am tired. Some people ask me, “Why do so many of your comics contain gags centered on puke?” The answer is simple: I write from experience. And my life is a vomit-soaked one.
TRACEEE’s new dress is even better- in every way.
Before this is over, Miranda will be HOWLING to stay !!
I am still not Jólakötturinn
That’s me mom.
One day, I won’t be able to top myself.
Well, happy birthday, you gecko.
For the comic, that person obviously isn’t fit to be a mom. Yet.
Thanks. And yes, motherhood and Tracee would be a terrible (and terrifying) combination.
Annnnd, there goes dress no. 2. How has Satan survived with his white suit this long…. Why would you even wear white when dealing with a baby?
And Sigmund May have gotten the hell out of dodge, probably on some other errand.
Cluelessness = wearing a white suit when taking care of a baby. Cluelessness also = changing into a white dress after already getting barfed on.
I was blissfully unaware of how young you were! You speak from such wisdom and depth! Of course then I realized that you were IN college when you started Puck, not teaching at one. I mean, I knew that, but I forgot. My eldest child is 25, you have a ways to catch up!
I am guessing that she will give up on dresses soon and just roll with a towel.
I am sadly not young. Not in internet terms, anyway. The readership of this comic is decidedly older than the average internet goer, but I find it a little depressing when 25 is considered old on most social platforms. Oh well. 40 is just hitting me hard because of the fact that it’s the functional death of my youth. I am no longer a young person. I can’t even squint and pretend I’m a young person. That’s kind of rough.
When my dad was still in his 40s, he was still able to play basketball with the local teenagers. More than once, he’d go “No bad for a 40+ year old man, huh?” And always got a “You’re over 40?” out of them. So, I say, if you’re able to perform at your chosen discipline as a man your junior, you can at least pretend to relatively young. 🙂
I don’t have a chosen discipline. And I don’t think I’d be able to play basketball with the local teens. I can play Smash Bros. The kid across the way beat me at Smash for the first time the other day, though, and I felt Death knocking at the door…
Well, just remember that Stan Lee didn’t create Spider-Man until he was 39. So, it’s not like you can’t still have an impact on future generations.
Yeah, but I haven’t gotten anywhere near creating anything meaningful, and I’m passing my sell-by date.
That didn’t hit me until I passed 50.
Well, working in a high school tends to make you feel older faster.
I have been working in a high school for 27 years so I know the feeling well.
I’m glad someone understands.
With that dress, there’s a fifty-fifty chance of Miranda hitting or missing.
(Hey, everybody, guess who thinks forty is old!)
Well, Miranda doesn’t just get one shot in this game. She can bowl multiple times, and sooner or later, even with 50% odds, she’ll get a strike.
And 40 is old. One must remember that I teach high school. So when surrounded by teens, even 25 is old, but 40 is positively ancient. It’s all relative.
You’re as old as the people you feel.
Happy 28th Birthday Gecko.
Music to my ears.
Happy Birthday! Weird to think that I’m only four years older, but my child is already a man-grown. I remember puke-y nights, though, and do *not* miss them.
Well, my kids are not tiny anymore. My youngest is nine. But they’re still not past the ‘puking in the bed’ phase. And if your child is already man-grown, you reproduced at a shockingly young age. Well played, good sir. Well played.
He’s 18 years old, 6’3″, 250 lbs, and has an IQ that reads like a zip code. Proud as hell of my boy.
40, huh? Sheesh, you’re not even old enough to drive yet! Happy bday, geck!
regarding the comic? I KNEW I liked Sigmund! (heh heh heh)
I have a license to drive … EVERYONE CRAZY!
Uh oh. The dad humor is really kicking into overdrive now that I’m 40.
one-liners to remember for future USE…
‘i’m NOT getting old, and I’ll argue the point after my nap”
“I do NOT forget things more often… what was your name again?”
“I bought a book on how to improve my memory. Where the hell did I put it?”
and then there’s the old standby when everything else fails…. “All you kids get off of my lawn!”
I like the last one. I am proud of my lawn.
Happy Birthday! That’s forty in Canadian years, eh, which is what in English measure?
“Hot and damp” made me laugh, perhaps a non-deliberate echo of Robin Williams’ famous “Hot and wet” line in “Good Morning Vietnam”.
Tracee numbering her outfits may not have been wise. Don’t tempt fate!
I have not ever seen ‘Good Morning Vietnam’. Seminal Robin Williams fare that I somehow skipped. But yes, the numbering of the outfits is done for a reason. Because two will certainly not be the last.
The soundtrack is worth watching the movie alone. The one-liners, however, are amazing.
looks as if sigmund has excelent instincts on when to make himself scarce, whereas satan obviously changed his mind about babies being awesome – by the time this evening is over he´ll add them as torturing devices in the pit!
and tracee, of course miranda is growing damp – as is your dress – after puking its now time for the other end to spew…..and if the colour is anything to go by i´m thinking diarrhoea. smelly as sh#, but liquid enough to get absolutely EVERYWHERE
Yup, Sigmund’s mama didn’t raise no fool.
I’m not sure what the liquid is. I was trying to go for ‘damp pee’ color, but it might well be that gross liquid poo stuff as well. I leave that up to the reader’s imagination.
EG
Do not … DO NOT do that evil thing to TRACEEE
We all know what you’re thinking.
We should have a Vote
Should EG make Miranda explode on TRACEEE ?
I SAY NO !
I don’t know what you’re saying here. But whatever. It’s probably going to happen anyway.
Can’t Miranda just be chained to the Bathtub ?
That’s how I was raised and it did me no harm.
That’s one way to do it.
My parents were 18 when I was born. One day mom was out with my grandmothers, and not knowing any better, dad fed me a while jar of prune sauce. When the inevitable finally occured through most of the hallways, stairs, and back room, he got so flustered he literally dropped me in a cardboard box to keep me stationary and called one of my aunts for help cleaning me up. This would have been sbout 1976. Dad still loves to tell that story.
Btw, since Miranda yarfed on Tracee’s chest, I guess that explains how the dress is staying in place. Or does Satan just own stock in some double sided tape company? And happy bday!
Prune sauce? He deserved every bit of woe he suffered for that foolishness. And yes, I’m pretty sure Tracee has an entire suitcase of double-sided tape. This dress, in particular, is pretty much a physical impossibility. But people have come to expect that of her.
Tracee’s dress is held in place by gravitational force attracting between two massive bodies.
Congratulations on 40. My wife and I are currently caring for our grandson, and the overnight feedings punctuated by the exorcist level projectile vomiting can be trying. I take a vicarious thrill out of watching someone young and beautiful getting struck by a level of emesis that couldn’t possibly have emerged from such a tiny body. I mean, it does seem at times that more comes out than what gets put in (an extra-dimensional portal in the stomach connected to pre-digestive world perhaps?). A side note, however. The death of youth is not predicated on reaching a numerical age. Its when you think of your own death and think “you know, a vacation wouldn’t be so bad.” Again, Happy 40 and may you have many more.
You know it. Babies are fourth dimensional beings that can conjure matter from beyond the void. And I agree with you. There is a certain joy in watching this unfold. There’s also joy in drawing it. 😉
Sigmund’s not available? Hmm…
More on that in the next comic…
Um . . . . Tracee? Maybe sweat pants and shirt, at least until Puck and Colin pick up their little bundle of joy and other items? Same for you, Satan!
Part of being rich is the insistent refusal to accept practicality. Practicality is for peasants!
i seriously doubt even owns sweats – unless its ridiculously pricy designer fare
I doubt that too.
Happy birthday! (Or belated, depending on if you posted it the 9th or the 10th).
As for the comic: it made me chuckle. I was somewhat surprised that Sigmund’s not available… Does that guy actually have days off? Legit asking here.
Thanks. And your questions regarding Sigmund will be answered in the next comic.
I did not notice the mess until the second reading.
However, Gecko, I demand a small birthday gift from you. I would like to hear from you what the wife has to say about her thoughts on what seems to be a possibly “new-dress-per-strip-until-the-prom-is-over” comments for Tracee’s dress. I mean we got her thoughts on Tracee’s eyeball dress. What about this one, the next one. Etc.
She didn’t like it. She really didn’t like it. But her primary concern always seems to be a suspicion that I want her to wear dresses like that, which distresses her, and leads to me reassuring her that these dresses are meant to be objects of comedy and ridicule, and not something that I would ever expect anyone to wear. I detect that my reassurances are not very reassuring, though.
You do have an online clothing shop, do you not? 😉
You do have an eye for…um…good-looking insane dresses. And by that I mean that if it weren’t for the implausibility, they wouldn’t look half-bad.
I love women’s fashion. I totally could have been a fashion designer in an alternate life. But that would have required that I dress with some sense of style myself, and I don’t know whether I’d be able to manage that.
Quick, say “YOU LOOK FABULOUS, ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS.”
Happy Belated Birthday Gecko!
Tracee new dress is slightly better.
She could pass as lounge singer instead of a stripper.
It’d be a pretty trashy lounge, though…
Of course probably in a strip joint
291 Ridge Avenue
woops sigmund is a precog?
run sig as fast as u can
Well, he knew that a baby was coming. He had fair warning for that.
Happy birthday! Don’t look at it in such a bad way. I think means you have more experience which means wisdom, understanding the world, etc. That’s not a consolation prize. In my book, it means something. You have friends and a family. There must be a lot of love there or else you’re doing something wrong. Don’t underestimate what that’s worth.
Trust me, I’m doing lots of things wrong in my life. But thank you.
Happy belated birthday, EG! They say life starts at 40, and I’m old enough to know! 😉 Tracee has an endless supply of the trashiest dresses, doesn’t she?
Endless. Bottomless. A never-ending wardrobe of trash. And if life starts at 40, that sounds … kinda sad. Like, forty years of just waiting!
Many congratulations. When I was your age, I had a newborn, so yeah. Puke.
I was going somewhere with this.
Wait, who brought the prune sauce again?
Who even has prune sauce sitting around? But thanks.
OTOH, said newborn is now a grown woman, so yeah, I’m skewing your demographic curve to the older end.
Once a year, I make hamantaschen for the Jewish holiday of Purim, and I make the prune filling from scratch. There’s always extra, and frankly it’s very yummy on toast but there is a definite feed limit. Outside of then, pretty much nil.
Having not been raised in a prune sauce having household, i’ll Have to take your word for it.
If Sigmund doesn’t answer that knock, there will be the devil to pay!
😉
Or less payment from the devil.
Raising kids being a messy endeavour is the comedy mine with an endlessly rich vein that never runs dry. In all possible meanings, of course!
It runs wet. Like wet runs. Can a mine run wet? I think that’s a non-functioning mine.
There’s a radio commercial which begins, “I’m a brave guy- I’m not afraid of vampires, werewolves, or children.” Every time I hear it, I think about “Puck.” 🙂
That radio ad knows what’s what.
Parenting mantra #1: I can touch disgusting things.
Parenting mantra #2: if you don’t feed it, it will die.
That’s all you need, really. Right there. Two lines.
Happy Belated Birthday!
Aw, thanks!