Frazz by Jef Mallett for October 11, 2015

It’s a temporal Klein’s Bottle universe.

One reaches the peak of flight—and wonders what’s supposed to come next.

Monkey bars were first.

I was king of the monkey bars…

If the ER came first, then the swing set would have been invented to support the ER and bring income.

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. John Gillespie Magee, Jr

The memories. The joy of going up, and up, and up, and the terror of realising that now it was all the way down and I hadn’t yet worked out the landing. Every time. Then my parents saw how high I went and clipped my wings, cutting the ropes of the swing.

comicsssfan – you mean you were quarrelling like a pack of little boys who thought that anything bad was a girly thing.

Has anyone ever seen comicsssfan and nabiquezar at the same time?

leons1701I vaguely recall replying to both in the same post. Is there something that prevents someone from using two names? In regards to the same strip?

pre-planning, anticipation

Please to go read The Buckets today.

Oh oh watch it, they’ll get rid of the swing sets in the park, too much liability.

‘Conundrum’, maybe?

The Emergency Room of course.

Removing the swing sets wouldn’t have helped us. The kids in our family had two emergency room visits. Once when my daredevil youngest brother slipped off a barrier he was sitting on and cracked his head open (three staples later, he was fine). And the time when I was in ninth grade when I forgot about a stop sign while out biking, only to be abruptly reminded by a passing minivan