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Police Blotter, 9/8/1932 Tuesday, January 4, 2005 • read strip Viewing 54 comments:

The crime blotter brilliantly anticipated Fark.com.

I get the feeling that people rating this low aren't actually reading it all. Is funny!

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Thanks for the tip!

I was about to not read it because the font was unreadably small. Turn out operas 'fit to width' (quite usefull on my eeePC) option shrunk this shit too small.

Damn, I forget I'd promised myself not to write any comments, register or anythin for that matter.

tl;dr

(the joke in the obituaries is that two poor seniors with many dead offspring die unceremoniously but a rich man's three month old who sucked a poisonous tit flower is honored like Davy Fucking Crockett)

I will not abide such slander against Silas. He was young, yes, but a finer baby you couldn't hope to meet.

I thank you for the tl;dr! I did not have to scroll far to find it.

Which is unusual for someone having typed "TL;DR."

Funny?
Baby Silas was tragically poisoned when an exotic orchid wilted into his crib and the deadly flower was mistaken for a suckling teat.
Gaaahhh.

I think you might have missed the point.

The overblown, poetic obituary and the nature of the Services contrast with the ones before it, do you not see?

Also note that it is dated from the middle of the Great Depression, thereby underscoring the nature of the Issues raised.

Oh Immanuel Rutlidge, you crazy bastard.

He was so drunk that he felt it was probably illegal.

And obviously not scared of the police if he was crying for arrest.

Misquoting Mr. Bear on nearly my very first post. Lameness.

An early history of cats going crazy in California. Interesting!

Haha, mailbagging. Hilarious and gruesome.

Actually I suspect that it is a method of execution used by the animals at that time. Not the work of Saturday Men or unruly youth as the human blotter would assume.

Breakfast soup?

Glad someone else noticed that one. Whatever it is, I want some. It's even fun just to say. Breakfast soup. Breakfast soup...

Don't eat breakfast soup, or Poles will laugh at you and ruin your domicile.

Seriously, how were they having an argument if one was actually outside the house? Or am I just making assumptions again.

Perhaps they had been arguing about the same thing for quite some time?

I somehow don't think a house that can be pushed over by a 51 year old man would be particularly soundproof.

Remember that the 51 year old man was a Pole. Wicked strength. That building could have been a cement bunker and would have toppled just as easily.

Breakfast Soup, part of Campbell's expanded line, including Heartbreak Soup and Stone Soup.

I, too, skimmed past this strip previously, until just now, having read it in full. Bravo! Also my vote upped its overall rating by a whole .2. Wow.

Contact with the chums has not been established.

I knew someone had to find this as entertaining as I did.

East Achewood obviously has a storied past of seedy behavior and/or Mailbagging. No wonder Beef comes from Circumstances.

How is it possible for an 83 year old woman to have children die in the Battle of Jutland or Galipolli?

grandchildren.

Perhaps you missed the date of the newspaper? September 8, 1932, which means she was born in 1849. Those grandkids were born in the 1890's, making them the prime age for a terrible death at the hands of WWI.

I note that the two elderly deceased in the strip are cremated by the city, but the infant child dead by negligence has a lavish funeral.

i even read the whole darn thing

Weekend Blogs

Philippe: I am getting older now so I can have sugar cereal.
Molly: Nowhere to go but Wendy's

Yay! I can affect the strip's rating! I've been waiting the entire archive for this! Toggles happily between the "4" and "5" buttons

He blinked several times incredulously as the Pole stood by and laughed.

The lesson here might be not to fuck with the Poles in East Achewood.

"The accused returned to the church to consume juice and swap impressions of the event."

In the idiom of Southern Baptists, this ritual is referred to as "sharing and fellowshipping." There's my bit of trivia for you guys today.

I think the incident of private drunkenness is my favorite of the list.

Gotta try that "mailbagging" soon.

Mailbagging bumps this up to a four.

It is my secret and private theory, (which I will only let out here, where I suspect very few will see it,) that the intelligent animals in Achewood are the result of Achewater consumption, similar to Terrence Mckenna's "stoned ape" theory of evolution.

In the early days, (the 1930s) the intelligent animals were a lot more buck-wild. Luckily for dogs, they have since settled down.

The Graham obituary describes a grim tableaux worthy of Edward Gorey.

one of the best things about this comic is its back story development

I love when Chris Onstad teaches me new vocabulary: viz. "doss house," i.e. flophouse.

Anyone who has ever read a small-town police blotter would give this strip a 5.

The neighbor sat there, in his garters and shirt, without even his collar, as the dust settled into his breakfast soup.

Classic.

Dark.

I really like the idea of an entire group of grown men tipping over a pedal-car. I mean, really how much effort would that take? A pedal-car can't be much heavier than, say, a tricycle, yes?

Also, was the child riding the car at the time of the incident? Probably not, but it's nice to think so.

Try reading these .

Old artifacts of a tragic past are turned to ash and discarded by society. An infant passes away by chance and a library is erected in her honor.

No Justice. No peace.

I want to drink at the What Cheer saloon

These obituaries are the saddest thing. I am fairly serious about this.

You know, my favorite part of this strip is probably the fact that Mr. Phepps was boozing with his cat. I know there's not a lot of cat/human relations in Achewood, but the idea of a man and his can drowning their sorrows together truly warms my heart.