Ekal Fiea Jdjepoa? Sounds like a Hebrew-Samoan mix to me. Exotic, yes, most definitely, but I’m neither. Sorry.
::running like hell and ducking::
::snort:: Simple, not simplistic, you stubborn ninny. Haven’t you heard of the Principle of Parsimony? Didn’t your father teach you anything?
Jeez, it’s just a Slug 'toon. His drawings are pretty straightforward to me… but it obviously takes a trained eye to comprehend the intricacies and underlying drama of the piece.
Silly, silly goose.
I take back my smilie. Now and forever. Curse me that I ever used it.
Mods? Admins? Erase that abominable post I made.
OOhhhh…
Feel my wrath Miss Bean Brain!!!
Taking advantage of a young man after a beer and a late night. For shame!
Principle of parsimony? Does that have anything to do with a buck-toothed man fertilizing his lawn in front of his trailer?
The au natural way?
Who told you to have a beer and post?? Was it me? Noooooooooo!
Sure, sure, act macho, and curse your smiley usage. Too late. I’ve seen your post. I’ll never let you forget about it. Call the mods and admins all you like. It won’t change a thing.
Have you read the short story “The Lawnmower Man” by Stephen King? I busted out laughing, thinking about that, when I read this.
Principle of parsimony, in a nutshell: the simpler, the better.
Call it a night, you ninny.
Ninny?
Is that what you old bitties with the name of Audrey call us youngster today?
Smilie? You didn’t see anything, that was your cataracts acting up.
“The Lawnmower Man”. Is that still in print? Maybe I can find it at the library in the MicroFiche department, along with the Hamilton presidency papers.
And don’t tell me when to go to bed. I’ll go to bed when I’m good and ready to go to bed, thank you very much.
In my book, defending art has no hours.
Oh jeez, how old are you? Fifteen? Even if you are, I’m not that much older than you. I’m 23. I haven’t used my cane in weeks!
And I called you a ninny on purpose: it’s slightly offensive, not enough to emotionally wound you, but offensive enough to get you in a retaliatory mood. 
Like heck it was! I’ve got a screenshot if you need proof. That is, if I can get my arthritic fingers to grasp my mouse properly.
You mean you can read something other than the fine print on your beer can?
Speaking of which, how many beers did you have tonight?
Fifteen? Hah!!! ::uhh. remind me not to yell::
Aparently I had more to drink than I knew. What’s that thing up there? Mods? What’s that thing doing up there?
I’m… I’m… a bit older than that. Sheesh. Twenty-three and named Audrey? It’s nice to see some parents still have a sense of humor.
Even wounded I can rise to the occasion and defend my honor- I’m a mirror and you are glue. Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you.
Sheesh, are you people blind?
It’s obvious! The picture in the balloon is in reference to the memory of the time the guy drank too much rot-gut cheap wine and put on his sister’s bra and an old Daniel Boone hat. The dark lips is not lipstick, but wine stain.
The two drops of sweat coming off the back of his head is actually dog slobber from a few minutes earlier when he was attacked by a pack of dogs. The evidence of the attack is made even more clear by the bandaged right hand.
The jiggling arm is not from masturbation but from the aftershock of a rather large ass ripping fart scared out of him by the dog attack. You can see prove of this by the small double lines directly behind his butt and the large brown puddle around his feet that suggests the fart had a little more substance than he expected. In other words, he was scared shitless.
The reason the dog attack brought on the memory of that drunken night, was that it was a pack of coon dogs that attacked him.
The finger pointing to his chin is him only asking, “Hey, do you guys think my chin looks like a bum”? You don’t know this of course, because the artist drew the friends just outside the paper. This has nothing to do with the rest of the drawing, it is just something the artist included to make the drawing a little obscure.
Oh, and the name of the guy is Lestat.
What the hell you two do to my thread?!?!?!
LOOK AT THIS PLACE! It was clean when I left, now you’ve just cluttered it all up! Shame on you!
I better not find any wetspots in my bed or condom wrappers under the sofa…
Yeah, they do… Wait, what am I saying??
::thwap!::
Okay, okay, you’re not fifteen. I’ll say seventeen. Drinking, too. How’d you get your beer if you’re underage? Tsk, tsk…
[Pee Wee Herman voice] I know you are but what am I?! I know you are but what am I?! I know you are but what am I, infinity![/Pee Wee Herman voice]
I think I like Diane’s explanation of the 'toon best.
Whammo, what you find in your bed is really none of our business! 
Back for more Audrey? Typical.
17!?! Bah. I’ve been around the street a few more times than that.
I know how you women operate. All the same. Take an argument you’ve lost ages ago and beat it to a pulp. Typical female reaction to losing an argument.
Abuse me, accuse me, try to demorilize me. Hah! Not on your life.
My name is Chris. C-note Chris. And I don’t bow to woman’s pressure all that easily.
I was right, you were wrong. Your just afraid to admidt it.
Look at what you said, “The guys’ obviously masturbating”. Is little a eensy weensy bit of hostility under there? Think we all run around and wack the willy? With our clothes on to boot!?! Do you think we don’t have other hobbies and interests?
Follishness. Simply follishness!
Think about that why dontcha!
Hey Whammo! Don’t yell at me. You invited us here. You clean it up!
“Typical”??!! What’s that supposed to mean?! I could say the same thing about you!
Oh, I’m sorry. I think I understand now. You’re older than me, aren’t you? You must be like, thirty-five, or something. I’m so sorry. Take it as a compliment I mistook you for 15.
Oh, you’re just trying to be a sexist pig. It’s not working. I’m not offended.
I can read,** Cnote Chris**. And what pressure are you talking about?? I’m the one who proposed a compromise here. It’s not my fault you refused to accept it; any mature adult surely would have.
Since you played the gender card first: I’m not about to bow to any testosterone-inflated, ego-driven man.
I think your cat’s flatulence problem is the root of your delirium. Heh heh.
I never said that all guys pass the time by jerking off. You’re the one who decided to interpret it that way. Very revealing of you to admit this interpretation of yours, by the way. Is there anything you want to share with us, hmmmm?
Besides, isn’t it difficult to “run around” while you masturbate? Wouldn’t staying put be easier? I mean, finding a large enough area to run around in pretty much means using a public place, unless you’ve got a really big and private backyard. And to masturbate as you run-- the coordination involved! Either you’re not really running very well, or you’re not masturbating satisfactorily. ::sigh:: It cannot be worth the effort. I don’t even know why anyone would attempt such a thing.
As you can see, I followed your advice.
And Chris, hon, don’t make poor Whammo clean up your mess.
Can transsexuals have orgasm after sex reassignment surgery?
As usual, this column has multi-layered meanings, in this case related to sexual identity.
The male character clearly is thinking about what it would be like to have a sex change operation – the “pocket = vagina” imagery is obvious. But there is a second level. The woman in the thought balloon, nominally the male as he imagines himself as a woman after the operation, is also thinking about a sex-change operation, in this case from female to male. The key image here is “ponytail = penis”.
Thus, we have a male imagining becoming a female, while the female he imagines himself becoming is simultaneously thinking of herself becoming a male. Overall, a pretty straight-forward cartoon, by Slug standards.
I half agreed with your post, whitetho. This is the half I disagreed with. The guy is transsexual. He has a female gender identity but lives in the body of a man. To set things right, he’d need to be in a woman’s body. That said, once he had the surgery, why on earth would he then imagine himself as a man again?
Way too Freudian on the ponytail=penis thing for me.
Audrey
Any woman who can come out swinging at 6:00 in the morning deserves my respect. Thank God your on the West Coast and I’m safe and comfy here in the Midwest. I’ll concede to a compromise, I guess.
Besides, there’s a new target on the radar in the form of whitetho.
Two things-
It makes more sense that he’s thinking about having a sex change and whether or not he can afford it than thinking about anything else.
The woman isn’t naked. Slug has no problem drawing that. The woman, in fact, as pointed out by Audrey, resembles himself quite closely. Why would he be envisioning himself when fantasizing about sex? Why would thinking about having sex with yourself be any kind or turn on at all? Wouldn’t it be easier to be thinking about some sexier woman instead?
Slug has shown a propensity in the past to drawing the details quite clearly, regardless of how offensive or graphic it might be. I find it hard to believe that only now he would clean up his his act and start becoming symbolic and vague.
And to be honest, it’s so vague, it could be damned near anything. That’s where I think the humor comes in. People have a different experiences in life that lead to different interpretations on what the guy in the cartoon is thinking.
Since I had been reading some archive threads on women and men and the sexual stereotypes most of us share, I was more apt to incorporate those stereotypes into the cartoons meaning when I saw it.
I found it funny because of the context of the articles I was reading and the mindset it put me in. Audrey was in a different mindset and thought the purpose differently. Hell, there’s probably no one out there who would have the same line of thinking on why he’s thinking what he’s thinking at any one point.
And that, I think, is the truly funny part of the cartoon. We reveal enough of our own inner psyche in deciphering this cartoon that others can easly see what’s on our minds at the time we explain the cartoon out loud.
Fshhhooow…
Heh heh!
Actually, I’m in Hawaii. I posted my last post at about 2 or 3am Hawaii time. Why I was awake at all is beyond me.
Well, since he’s assumed to be transsexual, part of him probably always wanted the sex change. Now that he’s an adult, he has the freedom to pursue it. He’s probably convinced that the surgery is the way to go as far as his treatment options.
::sigh:: I can’t believe I’m psychoanalyzing a Slug 'toon.
Most excellent conclusion. Been a pleasure debating with ya, CnoteChris. 'Til next 'toon.
'Til then my sweet.
Flirt.
Actually, there is no real reason that I am posting here, other than to celebrate my 200th post right after an AudreyK. posting…
Hi Audge!
…sorry for butting in on you Cnote Chris…no disrespect.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled thread, which is already in progress…
I have to admidt… I like a woman who can put up a good fight. Not that we ever fought. We just kinda sparred. I have a feeling I should fear you when riled.
Flirting, nah, well… Maybe. Strong women make me do that. But, I have a feeling I’m more of a man than you could handle. I’ve seen the opening to Hawaii-Five ‘O’- I could out-paddle those guys in a heart-beat. Is that the best you have over there?
You need to come to the mainland. I’ll show you a fun night out in the middle of America’s heartland. Good 'Ol Minnesota. Besides, it’ll give me a chance to beam you with a snowball when you least expect it.