Pearls Before Swine riffs on one of a pair of problematic phrases, the other being "It's easy."
In both cases, it might be an improvement if they really were delivered with the direct intention to which Rat admits.
However, I think they involve at once a conscious and subconscious meaning:
1. Let me reassure you that you will have no trouble!
2. Christ I hope I'm right about this.
I am absolutely convinced that "It's easy!" is based almost entirely on #2, and really means "I can do it, but I sure can't explain it."
"You can't miss it" is more complex, because -- once we've dismissed #1 above -- it is part of an entire issue with giving directions, which is the inability to separate what you know from what someone who doesn't know what you know knows.
David Brenner had a gag about people saying, "When you get to the last stop sign, turn left," because, obviously, if you didn't already know the area, you wouldn't know which stop sign was the last one.
When I moved to rural Maine a decade ago, I worried about not being welcomed by the flinty Yankees up there, but I actually found them as gracious as Texans, albeit in a less effusive manner.
They'd laugh at you -- with you, really -- for being "from away" when you betrayed some particularly amusing piece of ignorance, but they also gave pretty good directions.
By contrast, one place I lived was so nativist that they never passed up a chance to remind you that you weren't one of them, and that cold hostility subconsciously included directions to go as far as so-and-so's house or to turn where something used to be.
I'll give them this: They never added, "You can't miss it."
In fact, they made it pretty clear that they thought you probably would. And that, if you had to ask for directions, you had no business being there anyway.
I found my way out of the place, and I've never missed it.
That's your queue
Not much to add to this Between Friends except that Sandra Bell Lundy has done such a masterful job that it barely needs a caption.
The line is ridiculously, absurdly long for anyone to stand in, but short enough to be at least kinda-semi-believeable, and the crowning touch is the person standing behind Susan and Maeve, which shuts off the possibility that they are discussing whether or not to join the queue. They're in it.
My only other comment is that Maeve has to deliver the line because Susan's perennial self-doubt would add a touch of "Why are we doing this?" and undermine the point.
Juxtaposition of the Day
This pair of business-related cartoons relies on the idea that people would actually voice their true intentions, and maybe you have to have been in the game to realize how funny that notion is.
It's not so much a matter of bafflegab as it is one of etiquette, not unlike the scene in Tootsie in which Julie (Geena Davis) tells "Dorothy" (Dustin Hoffman, in drag) how she wishes men would knock off the BS and just say something like "You know, I could lay a big line on you and we could do a lot of role-playing, but the simple truth is that I find you very interesting and I'd really like to make love to you."
And so, as Michael, he does just that, and she throws her drink in his face.
Which sent a message to every imitative hack in Hollywood that feminism means throwing drinks in men's faces, but I think was intended rather to suggest that, while we say we want honesty and directness, we still appreciate a little nuance.
Similarly, I don't think anyone around the conference table at Kraft/Heinz would actually say what Emily Flake has them saying.
Not because they aren't thinking it, but because it doesn't need to be said, and shouldn't be. We all know our corporate goals, just as surely as we all know what "come up to my apartment and see my etchings" means.
But the dialogue in Alex, crudely direct as it is, doesn't exaggerate nearly as much as you'd have to if we lived in a decent society.
Once we've stepped away from the actual production of things and are in the buying and selling of stocks, we've also stepped away from seduction and are simply soliciting the working girls curbside.
At which point you can be completely out front about what you want and what you offer, because, while there are undercover cops on the real street who will bust you, the cops on Wall Street are all either asleep or on the take, and, besides, prostitution not only isn't illegal there but is the entire point.
Sorry -- was that too direct?
You could miss these, but shouldn't
Here, with a hat tip to Tom Spurgeon, is some good news from the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund.
Cooler heads seem to have prevailed. What a shame that it seems to be news when intelligence and good judgment prevail.
I could not find any indication that the result of the inquiry has been reported anywhere but within comics circles -- Twelve days after the decision came down, KOAT television apparently hasn't followed up on their original, breathless "kiddie porn in the school library" story.
Finally, the GoComics blog has an interview with Wayno, whom I met at the Billy Ireland last year and recognized as a contributor to other strips, and who has since launched his own panel, Waynovision, at GoComics.com
Everybody should study the classics.