Darth Fluffy

The Royal Dansk website explains it. " Since 1966, Royal Dansk Danish Butter Cookies have been packaged and often served out of an iconic blue tin." That is a long time to be sitting around, regardless of how well mad the tin is. Well over half a century. Of course they are stale. Now you can use them as Royal Danish Battle Cookies. Throw them at your enemies!

Well, there goes my retirement plan ...

<face palm> I just realized that the last panel is referencing UFO sightings near Roswell. The 'turtle' is a UFO to the public.

Story Wednesday December 29, 2021 From panel three, I guess it has six feet? In panel five, there is a bit of a knee above the knee facing Edward. So, no head? Does not ingest sustenance. Flies, but needs articulated legs and feet for some reason. And Mr. Verres feels compelled to drop everything and talk to it. Yeah, I'm going to go with my suspension of disbelief is straining, and Edward should make space turtle soup.

"It's just a step to the past; and a jump to today, ..."

It's duck season!

It gets challenging to sing when you have to count down that many gifts, f'sure. My favorite extra verse is "13 Mimes, it goes without saying ..."

Thanks for pointing that out. It's fixed.

Seems like he could have made good use of that, by giving it to someone he didn't like.

Six legs. No head silhouette. Flying critter legs tend toward minimalist. Ones with stronger legs, like chickens and road runners tend not to fly so much. Also true for flying vehicles, and things that do both, like flying cars, never seem to do well in the market, guessing the compromises mean they don't do either well. I saw that, noticed that the configuration of seams is not revealed, all we know is that there is one that goes about half way across. We also don't know that the 'shell' is hard. So, yeah, it could split open and reveal things from the inside. I'm hoping it's a delivery vehicle, and the pizza girl gets out. Corporate logo projection system. She'll turn it on, any second.

One hand, finger tips joining, move down about two feet. Other hand, spread wide, move up two inches.

Last Sunday's Foxtrot.

Dungeon is still published. I believe it has been in more or less continuous publication for over four decades. It is not really the same thing, while it uses the same fantasy tropes, it is a more traditional board game, every man for himself, no cooperation involved. In that sense, it is actually more like Munchkin. Plus, no miniatures.

The game was a forerunner, incorporation D&D style gaming into a bite sized ready made framework. Today there are many iterations of this play style, including Warhammer Quest, which derives from the same origin. I would be curious how it compares. Gloomhaven is one of the top rated games on Board Game Geeks right now. New Hero Quest is not showing up yet, although there is a Hero Quest card game published in 2021. Does not seem to have the features you mentioned. Is it branded Hasbro? Here is a write-up. One review, another write up, and another.

I have my doubts about the conclusion. Not that girls aren't confusing, the comic is not wrong, but IMHO that has to do with 'girl' being a subset of 'human'. Everyone has an agenda, and for the most part, we hold our cards close until we have a reason to show them. In the most positive sense, I'd call it 'earned trust'. I'll grant that girls are confusing somewhat differently than dudes are. But for the most part, no one talks straight up about what's on their mind, even to themselves. Hell, even figuring yourself out usually takes massive assistance. Nanase gets points for some self awareness and admitting her gut reaction is off.

"So far, it's three partridges in three pear trees, four turtle doves, and three French hens. Where the #@%& am I supposed to keep all these birds? I guess we can get the grill out; invite the neighbors. You got any more surprises coming up, dearest?"

My dad had a really annoying chirping Christmas ball. Explorer's pose is what I imagine a cat would look like moments before it leaped into the tree to pounce on the offending ornament.

A more lethal version of soccer (or 'football', if you prefer)? I think they call it 'Hockey'.

My lunch today was left over sweet potato pie.

I went out to get coffee at Sheetz on Christmas day, cruised around a little locally. Nothing was open (other than Sheetz, which is 24/7 and is nominally a gas station). I'm sure I could have found something if I really needed to, but not close by. I'm glad for the various workers that they had off.

I can carry a tune in a bucket, but I need several trips.

Here's hoping it deploys properly. Then in about a month, the "Oh, $#!%" moments come rolling in.

I hate when that happens ...

Oh, Noes! The invasion! This is worse than when Cathy was in Pearls before Swine!

Merry Christmas and other various and sundry other celebrations! I did Diwali one year with neighbors, it was yummy. (That year it was around Christmas, but it floats; like many holidays, influenced by lunar cycles.)