George Gershwin and the Baha Men
The comics today brought a smile to my face and a song to my heart. It was as if they had their own little soundtracks. I wish I could link these strips to their respective songs, but, alas, I am not so tech savvy. Plus, I only have one of these songs in my CD collection.
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof) !!!
And for good measure:
Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
And I love how Hagar's "I'm home Helga" in Panel 1 is so exciting, or boisterous, or loud (and we know loud = funny) that the word balloon itself is vibrating.
posted by big al at 3:44 PM
7 Comments:
Holy Cerberus, Batman!
I think that Marm looks like the three-headed dog from Happy Potter...
Marc, I think you meant "I think that Marm looks like the three-headed Cerberus, guard-dog of Hades".
Who let the dogs out?
Hercules, Hercules, Hercules!
Nope, I meant Happy (Harry) Potter.
If it was intended sarcasm, I didn't notice it, sorry.
How did you get all of these readers, Big Al?
I remember when I was only one of the select few who read your blog and left a comment. Now whenever I see a new post, it says "4 COMMENTS" etc.
Good job on a great blog.
Should we be concerned over Hagar's effect on his house's foundation? Notice the water both in Helga's puddle and dribbled from the bucket; Hagar runs offstage to the right, and apparently the house tilts in that direction! Helga should be glad he can get any air at all, the prankster.
Unless "one of these days, I'm going to suddenly rise up" is some sort of cultural touchstone phrase, I am not seeing the point of this Hagar at all.
Hagar comes home, shouting "Honey, I'm home." He jumps over his wife, possibly wearing a big dumb grin under that red beard, while she grimaces and looks up. She scowls and says she's going to straighten up one day -- presumably impaling him on her horned hat? The joke, such as it is, appears to be that threatened stab in the prostate... We have no explanation for his giddy prankishness, or for her remaining stooped over her brush, or for anything else.
This is another one of those Hagar strips that's begging the question: Was it written first, or drawn? One can't imagine anyone either thinking this dialog is funny or drawing these panels together without the words to explain them already being there. The only explanation is some sort of alcoholic haze.
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