This book came out of the last box of books that I received from my mother-in-law when she downsized, what, four years ago? At any rate, I shelved it as part of cleaning my closet last week, and I thought it would make a good football game browse. As most of our lower level is still tented off for firebox replacement (two days of work over five calendar days has turned into, maybe, if it all goes right–which it hasn’t so far–, five or six work days over almost four weeks, followed by a possibly lasting fear of ever using it), I watched part of the Packers game with the Roku and its streaming apps hooked up to a computer monitor. And although Nogglestead is chock with extraneous, smaller-than-we-have-hooked-up-now monitors as well as auxilliary/second monitors and even primary monitors that are larger than most televisions I had growing up, apparently, we have not bought monitors with speakers. After all, we have actual speakers for computers we want to make noise and internal speakers on the computers we have that do not. So I got to watch the first half of the Packers game without any sound which, as we know, is how Friar prefers to watch Sunday night football games. So, I flipped through this book without interruption by the commentators and commercials and replays.
So, at any rate, allow me to continue this book report which ultimately might have as many words as the book itself. I would tell you how long the books is or how many cartoons it contains, but I’ve have to count as the pages are not numbered. But it’s a fair number. Some are amusing. Some are conceits which would have been, maybe, amusing 40 years ago but are just the way we do things today (one panel is a book, and the people in the panel explain it’s a book of what one family ate every day for a year–as we know now, you can find many, many Web sites, blogs, social media feeds, and video channels that do just that in real time).
Okay, amusing. Probably a gift to my mother-in-law at some point from a student or colleague. I am not sure books like this get into hardback form in the 21st century, and I’m sure that most people would not have gotten many of the gags. But I did well enow as a person who recited “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” to his future mother-in-law on our first meeting (ah, like an old man, I repeat my stories, but I will not repeat the link to where I repeated the story at this time).
So: Good?
