Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for July 11, 2008

the usual.

Oh, hi everybody!

Nice to see you back, bdci.

(Interesting that GoComics just changed all the fonts, so now I can tell you’re all lower case)

We’re here to post our comments on

the July 11th  2018 “CLEO and COMPANY” 

Which you can read on Sherpa

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy

Speaking of site changes…. the heart to “like” a strip came back, too…. after a very brief absence.

But very little ever changes on Ballard Street.

That old pioneer spirit, of exploration, experimentation, and derring-do lives on….

coupled with the urge to strikeout on one’s own, and create an income that doesn’t rely on going to an office, on punching a time clock….

on wearing a suit, or for a woman, wearing high heels.

An income that doesn’t depend on the whims of a boss, on high pressure sales…. on cold calls….

or in this particular case, on common sense.

Morty, Morty, Morty….

what were you thinking?

No, I guess you weren’t thinking, were you?

At $2 a ride… wow, it’s gonna take about 2,000 rides to even start repairing the damage that contraption has already caused…

but you can’t sell any more rides if you want to have a roof left to repair.

It was nice of you, in the middle of all this, to invite us over to comment at your house….

Oh…. in the back yard? Sure.

A barbecue? How nice of y….

wait…. what’s that sign? Is that for us?

“Admission: $11?

(Seniors 64 and up $7.50)

Hamburger $4.75?

Hot Dog…. "

MORTY!

No, we’re not going to pay to come here for our…

Excuse me?

Yes, I know you have roof repairs to pay for…. but not by trying to trick us.

C’mon, gang…. I think I hear the Tiki calling…..

I suspect Cleo just wants a piece of this guy, and that whole “sic me on him” was baloney.

Susan, I can definitely strikeout on my own. I have struck out many times, especially when faced with a tricky slider.

Cleo, thanks for giving Claude his cue, his timing is sometimes off.

My first thought on seeing Morty’s thrill ride was the same as Susan’s. But I did like the safety touches of the seat belt and the pillows stacked up in front.

I doubt he has a permit for that ride. Sheriff?

Okay thanks, but if it has an ashtray , we don’t want it and if the microwave smokes we certainly don’t need it.

Let me know when you have a time machine that’ll take me back to the past. That’s a future I could be interested in.

How much for the roof repair?

Cleo just wants an excuse to use her bazooka again.

♫ ♪ Row row your boat ♪♫

♪ ♫ Gently off the roof ♫

♫ Merrily merrily…

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I am surprised you need to be asked Cleo, go get him!!!

I’ve been out of town and in court the past couple of days. I missed all the excitement of the 35th anniversary of a certain someone’s 39th birthday. Please accept this non monetary expression of my best wishes, ML – I hope you enjoyed the day!

incidentally , the salesman who is peddling the solar-powered microwave oven with GPS and a built in ash tray was

the same salesman peddling the fidget spinner a few weeks ago—-

with the same amount of success.

lessee now, 35th anniversary of turning 39……..39 plus 35….carry the 4 ….add the one to the next column…..uh…

er…..sixty-eleven!

happy day after your birthday , Montana Lady!

For some reason I was not able to access any of the comics this morning. And I just got back from a terrific potluck luncheon with my Cancer Support Sisters (boy are they all good cooks!) and tried and I can see all the comics. Hooray!

I remember going to Disneyland as a kid, and checking out the Future House in Tomorrowland, and they cooked a chocolate cake in minutes in what they called a “radar range”. I don’t remember if they had an ash tray, and I certainly don’t thing they had invented DVD players or GPS’s in those days!

I couldn’t get on for a couple of hours this morning either. So it was not just you.

It went down while I was still trying to post ….

very very late last night, which was actually very early this (Wednesday) morning, California time.

I’d dozed off… er… I mean… I’d been just resting my eyes… you know…

And when I opened them, instead of going to bed like a smart person, I went back to the comics…..

After a couple of strips, I suddenly couldn’t submit my next comment, or go to any other pages.

Never got to post again on Cleo or a couple of others.