Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for August 29, 2019

Which one can walk out?

Or, at least until the tide comes in.

Put coconuts under the chairs and float away.

I wonder what Wiley’s been smoking to bring on a hallucination

At last! A practical practitioner!

Mon dieu, une follie a deux! [My phony French degree from Acme U. finally pays off!]

Can I still get my parking validated?

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a faithful……. psychiatric session?

In the sequel, one of them is flattened by a falling anvil, and the other is seen crawling across the desert. (Gotta get all our comic strip cliches out of the way at once.)

and here comes her’cane Dorian and Trump has raided the FEMA funds. Lord help us all.

Isn’t it actually stress REDUCING?

It’s not quite paradise yet – needs a fishing rod!

“I’ve got an island. . .in the Pacific. . . and everything about it is terrific. I’ve got papayas, peaches, sandy beaches, and. . . an occasional man.”

Sort of remindful of, “Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.”

He will stay on the psychiatrist couch on the desert island until he hallucinates a bar.

In the superhero comics, they hit on a variation of the old “good guys vs. supervillains” theme by finding ways for good guys to oppose each other. Here in the daily funnies, the equivalent is finding 2 hoary clichés and blending them to make something new.

I wonder, can you get a suntan from a hallucination?

He could sue for malpractice. I’m sure there are lots of lawyers circling that island.

When are they going to realise that they are both dead and living in a TV show?

A mixing of two tropes. Seeing the psychiatrist and marooned on a knoll island.

Ah yes, I remember it well. My stress-induced hallucination.My job in a particularly tropical part of Hawai`i, next to an Army base. Huey helicopters fly overhead, and suddenly I’m back in Vietnam. For about a minute I scan the tree-line. Then I realize my briefcase handle is not an M-16. I’m back, and I head to the office.

What’s the difference between a shared hallucination and reality?

Of course, she could just need to change he office air freshener to something less tropical. (Go for something woodsier and see if the bears show up.)

Or, they are just off the coast of Puerto Rico and slept through the Tornado that took them out of Kansas.

That’s one I could live with as well, only I hope mine lasts until November 3, 2020.

Hey, if it works, why fix it?

It only lacks one letter to keep it from being perfection.“S”

I’d like a chocolate mousse first on my dessert island, followed by tiramisu.