Hey, it’s the first edition of The Nest’s Share Your World answers to start off with an earworm! In honor of the occasion, of course. And no, despite the rumors, this song was not originally called “69 Tears” and changed to satisfy the 1960’s censors. Besides, if you’re crying while in a sixty-nine, you must be doing it wrong…
And speaking of Question Marks, let’s see what questions Melanie has for us this plain old boring week…
Which meal is your favorite: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?
When you typically wake up at 8 PM and go to bed around noon, which meal is actually which?
Who do you admire most in the world?
Well, since this didn’t specify a person, I’m going to choose Buster!
He began as a gag I drew for someone who had a nasty encounter with a possum, and who ultimately gave Buster his name.
Inspired a daring act of theft in my store one night in 2011, he integrated himself into the Evil Squirrel characters I was drawing…
His amazing acts of dying added lighthearted moments to my new blog comic… and thanks to the talented YoungAtFifty, he could cross over into Shelf Critter Theatre!
Buster, you are indeed a true hero to us all!
BUSTER: Wow, thank you! I’m truly humbled to have been an inspiration to so many people out there! I don’t think I’m worthy of such praise!
Oh Buster, sure you are! I think it’s about time you were recognized for all of the hard work you’ve put in here at The Nest…
BUSTER: Cool beans! That font is really spiffy! I hope my Mom is recording this at home on that VCR I found in the trash can!
I’m proud to present to you this lifetime achievement award!
BUSTER: That’s really nice! It’ll look really neato sitting on top of my collection of chewed up tampons! Sniff! Is that lead paint I smell?
Yes it is, directly from China! And we also glossed it up with a coating of mercury. But that isn’t all, Buster… we decided to have a dinner in your honor!
BUSTER: That’s swell! What’s on the menu?
You’ll never guess…
SNUGGLE: I figured we’d start off with a main course of possum loaf smothered with a nice marsupial marinara, with possum giblets on the side, and for dessert…. possum eclairs stuffed with only the finest in possum guts!
BUSTER: You already have my mouth watering, chef! I can’t wait to be served dinner!
SNUGGLE: Eh, it’s kinda gonna be the other way around. Now, follow me into the kitchen…
What do you regret not doing in the last year?
Getting that Prince Albert I always wanted….
How about some more classic comics! I’ll bet you’d like to read some more of my past (cough, hack) pearls of wisdom!
This week, let’s do a tribute to one of my least favorite bits of technology to come about in my lifetime…. the smartphone! You may love yours, but I’ve never bitten and never will. I hated them from day one, and refuse to get one and become addicted like the rest of the sheep. So naturally, smartphones, along with the social media platforms that exploded with it, were often a frequent target of my sick humor in my comics…
Congratulations Buster – he’s been through a lot hasn’t he……meat grinders, car accidents, Zeeba close encounters of the bloody kind….the list goes on and on and yet – he’s still here! Battered (hmm….has he fallen into a Kentucky Fried batter and become possum nuggets yet???) but still hanging in there bless him. About the Mysterians – I remember that song and also remember thinking it always sounded like amateur hour in someone’s garage. Come to think of it, a lot of the music back then did……!! Loved seeing the old ‘toons……smartphones (or dumbphones as I call them) sure give us a lot of material to work with in the comedy department don’t they!
? and the Mysterians actually were a garage band, back when just about anything could become a hit on the radio! If they cried 96 tears every time Buster died….. well, we’d have a fifth ocean in this world!
we admire you too Buster! and we would love to come for diner to honor you… or wait… what?… ummm… whatever, count us in…
Buster smothered in gravy…. we don’t blame you guys for being hungry! The Mama can even put her favorite word on the Buster eclair in icing…
Oh yes, I remember listening to that song in the school cafeteria on the jukebox. Groovy. We always cheer for Buster and feel badly for his demise…in every single episode.
We always cheer for Buster’s demise as well! What? You didn’t say that?
It’s not his demise I cheer, it’s his unflappable resilience.
Buster is actually quite flappable. That’s the sound he makes spinning around on some car’s tire…
Thanks E.S. for Sharing Your World and some priceless retro comic strips!! Woo hoo! Congrats to Buster who deserves all the praise he can get. Each time he recycles…. O_o. The cell phone attitude was one I shared until I got lost near L.A. and realized having GPS was handy…but I still fear and loathe the thing. It remains turned off 99.9% of the time, so I suppose I do share your hatred of those ‘evil’ things. They can cost a whole lot too…even for the old farts (like me) who get discounts if they’re paying attention. Have a winning week!
The best way to avoid needing to use GPS is to never go anywhere you aren’t familiar with…
Buster, ever get the idea you are being persecuted? Well, here then try some Prince Albert in a can. Not good enough? Try him when I let him out of the can. Better eh?
Smartphones are not needed here either. although there is a love/hate relationship with a cell phone. It is needed for walks if we come across danger….call 911. Well, we walk in the Lane. Not much danger there and if there is we can run home. Say mom got knocked out by some heathen and we had to make a decision to run or help her? My first thought would be to run like the wind after all the food she feeds me isn’t that friggin good. Then I’d think about 911. My paws are too big for these itty bitty numbers…Tyebe has paws like hooves so she’s out. First instinct is the one that goes into effect.
I figure if Daniel Boone didn’t need a cell phone, I don’t either. If my covered wagon breaks down, I’ll just walk…
Aw, thanks for the birthday wishes back in 2016! I have to use my bifocals now to find your tiny messages…
Should I update my blog to large print so that the old fogies can read it?
Ow! Don’t hit me with that cane!
Imagine being the main course at the dinner in your honour. That could only to Buster…
(insert the word “happen” in the appropriate place above)
I imagine everyone will break out into a chorus of “For He’s A Tasty Good Fellow…”