Archive for June, 2010
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For some new gag cartoons please go to my Gallery of Gags….. hope you enjoy ‘em. And remember to check in here tomorrow for a new “Velia, Dear” strip!
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I’ve posted a new one titled “This Is True” (Reading Time: 1.03 minutes) on my blog at rinapiccolo.com… Please take a look!
A short story. Reading time: 1.103 minutes
The young man walks into the house where the older man waits at a table uncorking a bottle of his wine. The older man offers the young man a glass and they sit and drink.
“So what do you think of my wine? Do you like it?”
“It’s a good wine. I like it”
“Because I’m thinking of giving you the bottle. Do you think you’d like it, if you had a bottle of your own to take home?”
“I think I’d like that, yes”
“Sweet, isn’t it? It’s the new stuff. Quite young”
“I’ve always liked your wine. What’s not to like?”
When evening came the Older man went to his daughter and told her of the young man.
“He likes you. He thinks you’re sweet.”
The young man was my father, and the older one my grandfather. The “wine” they were discussing was a metaphor for my mother.
Yup, you got it — I am a child of an arranged marriage!
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The Italian LSD:
Take a cup of espresso, and light a cigarette. Now wait until you’ve got a good head of ash on the end of the cigarette, then tap it over the cup so that the ashes fall into the espresso.
According to the older members of my family, if you drink this concoction it will make you go insane.
Velia’s Zio Marco must’ve had too many hits of Italian LSD in his day.
For no particular reason, there is another LSD trip of humor to be seen here.
My blog today is about a dinner that I once was at with the legendary father of underground comics…. reading time: 3.1 minutes. Read it here.
Today’s strip…
Have you seen these cheesy looking things? My mother has one that’s a few millimeters smaller than an air-conditioner. If the Church wants people to read the Holy Bible, they should stop torturing the reader with the weight of — oh, I get it. They WANT us to suffer! Jesus carried the cross — no paperback for you!
Do I Have a Disease, Doctor Google?
When I was a little girl one of my brothers brought home a paperback book titled “The Encyclopedia Of Medicine”, or something very close to that. The book was an A-Z of medical terms, instruments, and afflictions. Great reading for a kid, and an endless source of inspiration for a budding freak. I would never say that it was this book alone that made me the way I am today (a girl who freaks out a lot), no, I would say that it was probably a combination of things. A combination of things plus this book. While sitting absorbed within its pages, I would stop reading to check my pulse, or to see if I had red patches on my arms, or — wait, did I just see double for a second there? I learned a lot from this encyclopedia of anxieties. In fact, I learned everything I know about how to stay up half the night wondering if I had craniopharyngioma, and of course, checking my pulse at 3 am to detect potentially defective heart valves. Once, when I was in my 30s, there was a week where I was convinced that I had Multiple Sclerosis. I didn’t have Multiple Sclerosis. I didn’t have anything. My disease is the disease of freaking out.
The demented thing about all this is that my hypochondria — if you want to call it that — extends to include the people in my life that I love.
Today, freaked-out people don’t need to read medical books — there’s Doctor Google, and he makes house calls.
Poor Velia — I know just what motivates her restless hours on the internet.