That tree was hurling along at a speed so fast that it didn’t take Mahatma’s head clean off. Nooooooooooo …..
It went speeding along to come in contact with his mug in such a way it plunged cleanly right through the middle, causing his head to envelope around it, leaving nary a mark … not even a splatter of blood! The tree even came out the back of his head in clean, re-plantable shape, too!
No. It’s not a miracle. It’s not magic. It’s not even remarkable. It’s simply The Wonderful World Of Toonage …..
I think our toon is defying the laws of physics here.
The force of the impact would have to have sent him flying backwards.
Thus, the still standing aspect seems unlikely.
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Jerry:
September 24th, 2009 at 11:18 pm
Nanknits: You know that trick where the magician sweeps away the tablecloth without disturbing the place setting? Same principle here.
Okay. If you say so, Jerry.
Still a bit iffy, if you ask me.
(need that unsure smiley from plurk.)
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Jerry:
September 25th, 2009 at 9:15 am
Cat: Abraham Lincoln was assassinated at Ford’s Theater, when John Wilkes Booth snuck up behind him and shoved a tree through his head. And then he shouted “Sic Semper Tyrannis!” and jumped onto the stage, fracturing his spruce. He fled to the Northern California boonies, where he invented the unsure smiley, later adopted by Plurk.
On a tangentially similar note, I was exploring an old cemetery earlier this week and found
what may be the most original epitaph ever.
It ended thusly:
“He never met a stick he didn’t like.
There is no such thing as a bad piece of wood.”
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Pix:
September 25th, 2009 at 12:32 pm
Wow, that is righteous!
But if you count the rings on the tree, it’s only two years old…it seems awfully big for two years old. Did it take some conifer version of HGH? Or was a beaker of skele-gro dropped on it as a sapling?
September 24th, 2009 at 9:26 pm
muahahaha i love it
September 24th, 2009 at 9:36 pm
Piercing … !!!
September 24th, 2009 at 9:40 pm
Here’s the thing: This wasn’t any ordinary death.
That tree was hurling along at a speed so fast that it didn’t take Mahatma’s head clean off. Nooooooooooo …..
It went speeding along to come in contact with his mug in such a way it plunged cleanly right through the middle, causing his head to envelope around it, leaving nary a mark … not even a splatter of blood! The tree even came out the back of his head in clean, re-plantable shape, too!
No. It’s not a miracle. It’s not magic. It’s not even remarkable. It’s simply The Wonderful World Of Toonage …..
September 24th, 2009 at 9:41 pm
Best of all, I didn’t have to draw a face!
September 24th, 2009 at 9:42 pm
I think that actually happens more often than you’ll ever know… in the far, far Northern California boonies…
PS: and explains oh so much…
September 24th, 2009 at 9:43 pm
Rupe, think of it as a freeze-frame. I’m sure the head will pop open and spill goodies like a piñata in a moment or two.
September 24th, 2009 at 9:43 pm
When the winds of change blow hard enough, even the smallest item can become a deadly projectile… and a huge pine tree is an even deadlier projectile.
September 24th, 2009 at 9:46 pm
Dare I say, wood can be problematic when you find it in the wrong place at the wrong time…………. just sayin’.
September 24th, 2009 at 9:47 pm
WOOD EYE … !!! WOOD EYE … !!! WOOD EYE … !!!
September 24th, 2009 at 10:13 pm
Waitaminute… Mahatma??
September 24th, 2009 at 10:48 pm
I think our toon is defying the laws of physics here.
The force of the impact would have to have sent him flying backwards.
Thus, the still standing aspect seems unlikely.
September 24th, 2009 at 11:18 pm
Nanknits: You know that trick where the magician sweeps away the tablecloth without disturbing the place setting? Same principle here.
September 24th, 2009 at 11:44 pm
Cylinder and a tree in the toon - this is Abe Lincoln!! (Have I watched Henry Fonda as young Abe too often to think that?)
September 25th, 2009 at 2:25 am
Okay. If you say so, Jerry.
Still a bit iffy, if you ask me.
(need that unsure smiley from plurk.)
September 25th, 2009 at 9:15 am
Cat: Abraham Lincoln was assassinated at Ford’s Theater, when John Wilkes Booth snuck up behind him and shoved a tree through his head. And then he shouted “Sic Semper Tyrannis!” and jumped onto the stage, fracturing his spruce. He fled to the Northern California boonies, where he invented the unsure smiley, later adopted by Plurk.
September 25th, 2009 at 10:56 am
On a tangentially similar note, I was exploring an old cemetery earlier this week and found
what may be the most original epitaph ever.
It ended thusly:
“He never met a stick he didn’t like.
There is no such thing as a bad piece of wood.”
September 25th, 2009 at 12:32 pm
Wow, that is righteous!
But if you count the rings on the tree, it’s only two years old…it seems awfully big for two years old. Did it take some conifer version of HGH? Or was a beaker of skele-gro dropped on it as a sapling?