Smells like a joke
Just three today, the smallest batch of the week:
Overboard by Chip Dunham
Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis
Sally Forth by Francesco Marciuliano and Crag Macintosh
Don't look now, but I think Mallard Fillmore made an actual, honest-to-god, joke:
Now, I'm not saying it's a good joke, but it is a joke. It's not a demented rant, it's not one of those strange non-caricatures, it's a gag. It sets us up with a common, familiar situation--an automated phone message, then switches up with an unexpected twist on the situation--there's an option for pig latin. That's the anatomy of a joke. It looks like a joke, walks like a joke, and smells like a joke... good job, duck. But let's see tomorrow if you don't go back to complaining about immigrants or journalists, or whatever it was Rush Limbaugh was talking about four weeks ago.