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As for this comic…
This is inspired loosely by the experiences of someone I know. Like Sigmund, he pinched his sciatic nerve. And like Sigmund, even clothing was pretty much too painful to manage for a long time. Thankfully I only heard about that part afterwards. Apparently it took him the better part of a week to recover. Them sciatic nerves is no joke.
Note: this is the first time in the history of the comic that we have seen Sigmund without his glasses. Or his clothes. Though his eyes are closed, so we don’t yet have proof that his eyes are glowing demon spheres.
I, for one, find Sigmund’s malady totally convincing.
But my brain IS the size of a walnut.
I think that you’re just to used to your feline sized gimp suit.
You’re the target market, then.
Salem beat me too the obvious punch line. It must be the egg nog flavored cat nip.
@pat
Felines have excellent reflexes. 😛
Oh Oh…..
It appears TRACEEE’s wonderful dress is now soiled on the right side (3rd panel).
Change, my Angel, Change ! STAT !
Jolakotturinn (my mom) is on the prowl and several of the ill-dressed are already missing !
Those crazy Icelanders are crazy.
@EG
You’re just lucky that all of Jolaktturinn’s kittens that emigrated to North America were the SANE ones.
But admittedly, your horrid images of soiled clothing is arousing hungry and homicidal urges even in me !
No Salem! Bad kitty! Do NOT eat the cartoonist!
@Lokitsu
It all depends on what EG does to TRACEEE next week.
The closer the 24th approaches, the sharper my genetic heritage ripens.
call me suspiscious, but i don´t believe this is a coincidence, so….is sigmund an accomplished actor – or is the man above using this golden oportunity to torment his infernal adversary by making him deal with a little poop machine all by himself?
though really, satan is partly to blame as well – always have a back-up lackey for emergencies like this!
Well, it may be a little unbelievable, but it’s hard to test the veracity of his claim. And therein lies the beauty of the excuse. I also agree with you that the real failure here is the lack of additional support. He should have hired a legion of backup babysitters for the occasion.
It tickles me that you refer to Satan and use the word “legion” in the same comment.
Well, you’re obviously well read, then.
Yeah, does seem a bit coincidental, but it is funnier if Satan and Tracee have to look after the kid, and really, there is little else which would stop Sigmund from assisting his dark master.
And Satan, don’t think you can keep that suit clean for long, give in to the damp side!
Satan may surprise you. He’s more clever than he looks…
So far, the score is:
Miranda: 2
Tracee’s Wardrobe: ZERO
… & counting!
Well, Tracee’s wardrobe has many points to lose. I would say her wardrobe is closer to -2 on the scoreboard.
@DNC_Run
Well, judging by a growing stain on Miranda’s Jumpers, Miranda’s sinking score may have even exceeded TRACEEE’s.
I’m not dead!
I take it Sigmund raised Phoebe, judging from this?
@Buggle
Hooray !
Welcome Home !
Buggle! You’re back! I, for one, greatly missed your insights and observations. And yeah, I think that Sigmund (with possibly a squadron of nannies) raised Phoebe for the most part. Or she largely raised herself. Or a combination.
Glad to know I was missed! And I suppose that doesn’t bode well for Puck’s hopes of Satan being a good influence…
You were missed.
I have no idea how it happened, but if Satan raised Phoebe then he produced a child who is kind hearted and creative.
Perhaps she’s just rebelling?
@Buggle
My human pet Baldie took your suggestion of couple of years ago to purchase ABSINTHE for New Year’s Eve.
Never Again.
It’s not for everyone, unless Baldie wanted to get very smashed very fast.
@Buggle
Baldie is good natured, but still LOUD and ANNOYING.
I’ve always assumed it’s the Alcohol. He is only comfortable with Beer, but still….
So I convinced him to purchase an inexpensive BREATHALYZER.
But after his typical evening of nursing a 12 ounce Bud, be blew 0.02% BAC ! The legal limit in 49 States is 0.08%.
So I must conclude he is naturally obnoxious.
Not so much to convince him to stop drinking, as to get him to cut down a bit, and be less loud and annoying.
No surprise there – Bud is basically water with a couple drops of beer in the next room.
@Buggle
I’d love to trade him in for better pet, but can’t find a NO-KILL SHELTER that will accept him – yet.
Salem, you just have to get Baldie off that love-in-a-canoe beer! Bud is not a real drink.
Welcome Back, Buggle! Salem cried when you disappeared! do you have any idea how hard it is to comfort a cat with a razor sharp humor?
@MSG Bob
@DLKmusic
@Buggle
Did you really kill SUSAN ?
We love her, but you sure do have a Dark Side.
Salem-
WHAAAT?
I miss Susan as much as anyone, and I hardly have a dark side. In fact, I am not even as dark as duct tape. Surely you do not think I had anything to with Susan’s disappearance from this beautiful vale. In fact, I loved the badinage between you two — always sharp-witted.
@MSG Bob
You’re right.
Apologies. You’re off the list of the usual suspects.
We all really miss Susan, and we all hope she is ok.
This long absence is not like her.
Well, BUGGLE came back, and perhaps Susan will as well.
(Tho there are some I hope do not return. No Names. I am pretty much all Dark Side.)
I’m pretty sure Susan will be back as well. I do indeed miss her.
I do have a dark side, Salem, you know that very well… but I save it for those who would denigrate my main man, Santa Claus…. No-one messes with the big guy!!!!
You better watch out, you better not cry
you better not pout, I’m tellin you why
Santa Claus is NUMBER ONE IN THE HOOD, G!!!!!
Wait, how long has Susan been gone?
Since August.
I’m honestly curious how you pinch the sciatic nerve. Accidentally or otherwise.
That said, I doubt Sigmund’s eyes are glowing demon spheres as if they were, it’d likely just glow through his eyelids.
Then again, that’s my opinion on the thing.
It has something to do with lumbar vertebrae and pressure and something or other. Sometimes its a swollen muscle or tendon that puts pressure on the sciatic nerve. It varies. But if it’s a sharp onset like this, it’s crippling.
@EG
Please reassure us that the next chapter will not be a tale of Sigmund and his Sciatic Woes.
When do we see the Hamster Pit?
That’s probably one of those weird punch line references that we’ll never see. Just toss it onto the pile with the ‘room full of candy’ that was once referenced. We did, however, see the roomful of Shnorfs merch. And that one was completely unexpected!
@EG
I may have eatin all those hamsters.
(embarrassed)
Oh Salem, all of them?! Get thee to a vet, quick!
Hamsters are delicious, I hear.
@EG
Betta’ than Hillshire Farms – even when fresh.
Nothing says “I couldn’t care less what I give you” than a crummy box of substandard cheese and crackers.
While visiting Iceland recently, Baldie took THIS PIC
Fortunately he was dressed in new Lederhosen, so he was in little actual danger.
Terrifying. Feline kaiju are the worst kaiju.
Satan’s and Tracee’s arms must be getting tired the way they hold Miranda out like that. I think they’ll put her down at some point and she’s going to end up crawling away. :))
And no doubt ending up putting something dangerous in her mouth.
… and there could be VERY dangerous things in Satan’s maison …
Babysitting is a great upper arm workout. It really is.
Had a thought:
Satan: Away with you! Leave me to do my dark bidding on the Internet!
Sigmund: What are you bidding on?
Satan:…I’m bidding on a table.
@Buggle
LOL !
Lowballing people on eBay seems to be the extent of his evil-doing these days.
More on failed evildoings in the coming months…
Scarily accurate.
Hope Sigmund is lying on satin sheets.
@Robert Nowall
Oh, Sigmund is lying alright.
I’m confident he is. Only the best in Satan’s house, of course.
I thought you were talking about liars before I realized you were talking about the sheets.
@Buggle
No, your initial Instincts were correct.
I’m talkin’ about LIARS.
The best liars?
I find it kind of hard to believe that Tracee would be surprised/shocked by the sight of a naked man. Even Sigmund
Well, you may be right. Though I think the element of surprise helped to push the shock factor. I mean, Sigmund’s never even worn a different suit. I personally was unsure whether that clothing could be removed.
That implies you had a physical hand in removing it. Which, as the artist, I supposed you did in a way…
The most dangerous thing about Satan’s home I’ve heard of so far, is his room full of candy. (Or maybe the hamster pit, I can’t decide.)
Sugar really is unhealthy, its been impllicated in many illnesses, far more than just tooth decay. Of course, there could be things not mentioned yet, such as, maybe he has a dangerous pet . (I don’t mean Tracee.) 😉
Sugar is the core of civilization, and Satan’s first gift to man. The fruit of knowledge? That baby was, like, 99% pure fructose.
I wish I had a clever folllow-up to this – I just wanna say I think this is really f***ing funny.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL,
and a Happy New Year with a short hangover.
Like 60 minutes tops.
64 for Salem, because he’s a cat.
And silly kitties, tequila is not for you.
It’s what’s for breakfast. Or is that beer and rice crispies. Great, just what breakfast food goes with tequila?
Merry Christmas, you boozy nutbars!
@pat
Moochoes Gratiacts.
(I’m not good at Spanglish)
Have been enjoying hard cider this solstice! Merry Yule to all!
Ok, I have revealed this before – but as the dreaded Yule nears, I am compelled to tell it again….
I was once a member of Satan’s household – yes, TRACEEE’s cat.
It was real sweet.
Then one day, Satan, Sigmund, and TRACEEE all approached me. With a serious demeanor.
“Salem”
me – “Huh ?”
“WAKE UP !!!”
“You have been a most faithful mouser for us, but these be dire times. We trust you to do what must be done”
me – “Huh ?”
“The entire future of this dimension relies on you.”
me – “Huh ?”
“You must immediately complete a critical mission for us”
me – “Huh ?”
me – “what is it ?”
“It is far too important, too secret for we to explain it at this time, but you must begin immediately”.
me – “Huh ?”
“Leave this instant. In time your purpose will become clear”
They opened the back door, and shooed me out.
As the door slammed, they chuckled – no doubt in relief that TRACEE’s trusted familiar would not fail.
I’ve encountered them once in a while. Each time they assure me that my “Secret Mission” is progressing very nicely.
I am happy.
291 Ridge Avenuei forsee a potential plot hole omg baby is poopy and sigy is sick now we have to hire a pro babusitter ? not so funny
HAPPY SOLSTICE EVERYONE !
Being the darkest, and thus worst day of the year, it just gets better and better from here on in. Yippee !
And I was sure happy to see THE THRILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA on Netflix slipped in a Christmas Episode ! Most entertaining.
And for perhaps the first time on TV, they even introduced GRYLA and her YULE LADS ! A horrible Witch, Gryla and her Lads are feared throughout the North Countries.
Sadly, Jólakötturinn, my mom, “hangs” with them. It really makes no sense. As badly dressed, odiferous OAFS, Jólakötturinn would be naturally extremely offended by then. But no. Mothers can be weird, right ?
Anyhow, all in all a classic Solstice Celebration.
GRYLA & her YULE BOYS
“Baldie” just tried to murder me.
He just returned from his Office Christmas Party, which had a “Yankee Swap” (or whatever), and he offered me a TREAT !
I was impressed with his unnatural generosity, but attributed it to the Christmas Spirit, and latched onto the proffered sausage with glee.
Hmnn … Odd texture. Odd flavor. AND Baldie was watching me like a hawk.
Then I noticed, on the counter behind him, the source of this “delight”. A Gift Box from Hillshire Farms with an EXPIRATION DATE FROM 2012 !
Any cat with a sense of self-preservation would have yakked it out right then and there. But in my 9-1/2 lives I’ve learned a thing or three.
So I gobbled that rancid roll down even more quickly, and licked my lips, while frantically begging for MORE !
Convinced now he had a good thing, he steadfastly refused me seconds. And wolfed the rest down himself.
It was all worth it when he turned GREEN.
Nothing more traditional than a Christmas prank!
If it was frozen, it was probably still okay. Food doesn’t go bad in the freezer. It just gets gross and freezer burned, but it’s still edible.
@Buggle
@EG
Baldie still boasts how his $300 Upright Freezer was the best thing he ever bought.
It takes years and years for anything to go bad at -6 F.
But I’m pretty sure that’s NOT how the Box-O-Death was stored.
(you know, there is still another sausage in the box. And he’s been eyeing it. The man is a maniac.)
In 24 hours it will be CHRISTMAS EVE.
Pretty Scary.
Even Dickens knew that Ghosts are EVERYWHERE then.
Please – WRAP YOURSELVES WITH TINFOIL.
I’ve found that helps.
Having had issue with said nerve…in the past and recent. Totally legitimate.
That’s what I’ve heard. And witnessed.
I guess Puck ‘forgot’ to put Miranda in a diaper.
Nah, Miranda had a diaper. Sometimes the giant, impossible poops just cannot be contained by diapers. It happens. It’s horrifying.