Saturday, April 05, 2025

Dusty Chaps #1

Did you know...? Art Sansom and Chip Sansom are best known for The Born Loser, but they've done more than just The Born Loser. Art was a staff cartoonist for Newspaper Enterprises Association before getting on Russ Winterbotham's Chris Welkin, Planeteer in 1951. You can read the first month here. When Chris Welkin ended in 1964, Sansom moved onto The Born Loser and the rest is history. Chip began apprenticing with his father on Brutus' antics in 1977 and took over the strip in 1991 after Art passed away.

But they worked together on one other comic strip. Dusty Chaps. The short-lived comic debuted in 1982 and featured a group of characters against the backdrop of a dude ranch. Chip was the illustrator on Dusty Chaps while Art provided the gags.

The strip, however, would be short-lived. It ended the following year. I haven't gotten to the end yet, but I'm assuming everybody went back to their home planet. Their home dude ranch planet. Anyway, here are the first two months or so of Dusty Chaps.






































Friday, April 04, 2025

Dog's Day

A frog and a disheveled woman holding a broom are standing together talking. "Marry me and let me take you away from all of this!" the frog says. "Are you crazy, Bruce?" the woman says. "You have obviously forgotten that you are a prince and I am but a lonely peasant!"
May 6, 1966
Wouldn't she then be a princess if she marries the frog? Maybe he's a frog prince and not a prince who was turned into a frog. Perhaps true love's kiss won't turn this frog back into a human.

I can't imagine any royal family being fine with an interspecies relationship so it probably wouldn't work out anyway.

Kewpie is asleep but is woken up by some CRASHing, BOOMing, BANGing, and BAMming. Now running, Kewpie thinks "I almost slept through the high point of my week! The garbage truck!" Kewpie stares out the window as more crashing and banging happens.
My dogs absolutely love/hate the trash men. They get a clear view of them as they go through the alley and I can't ever tell if they are upset that they can see the trash men or upset that the trash men are stealing our trash.

Thursday, April 03, 2025

Din-Din

When I first started this website, I used to just link to the strip I'm talking about. About two months later, I decided to post the strip in the post and that's what I've done for the last 17 years. Unfortunately, I used to just copy the image from GoComics into the post so you could click the picture and go to the strip. I figured it was a good compromise, but then GoComics updated and essentially broke all the links, deleting the strips.

Screenshot of the post from January 26, 2011 titled "De-Friended" showing a broken photo link.
I briefly used Photobucket but then the dark hand of copyright struck and removed my account. All told, many posts between 2008 and 2012 are unreadable because of no strips. Starting in 2013, I just started hosting the comics myself. I have gone back and updated some posts to either reinstate the links or replace the strips. But, with the new update to GoComics, the archive has been paywalled. So, now the links are all worthless unless you have a paid account and I can't go through and update posts with strip images that were removed unless I have a paid account. All this leads me to, if you would like me to have a paid GoComics account, you can throw me a few bucks if you want/can.

A group of businessmen are gathered around a table. A nervous man sits on one end. They are all in front of chart that shows the year 1966. The line is really high in January and February but plummets to the bottom in mid-March. A man who's standing, presumably the CEO, says "...Then in March of this year, Thornapple joined the firm..."
May 5, 1966
Oh, we missed Brutus' 59th anniversary with the company. I'm just assuming this is Veeblefester Tea Cozies, Inc. and Brutus is trapped in a Hell/Limbo of his own making by applying and/or accepting a job with this company. If they didn't fire him after that giant drop, then they never will.

Hmm. That chart looks like something I've seen recently.
An image of today's DOW market falling from around 41,200 at 9:30 AM to about 40,500 at 4:30 PM.
This all could've been stopped and everyone warned us.

Brutus and Gladys are carrying dishes into the kitchen. "Mother was certainly talkative at dinner wasn't she?" Gladys says. "Yeah," Brutus responds "I got to hand it to her. She really puts the 'din' in dinner."
Great. Now all the children in the morning during breakfast are cracking open their newspapers to read their favorite comic strips and now having to look up or infer what "din" means. That's a terrible way to start the day.

Wednesday, April 02, 2025

Hair-Brained

Two men are at a baseball game. Both men aren't having fun, but one man in particular is practically livid. "So if you don't like the way Birdie Tebbets is handling his pitchers, don't gripe to me, tell him!" his friend says. "I think I'll do that..." the really angry man says, a dark cloud around his speech bubble. When he returns, a baseball has been crammed in his mouth. "What'd he say?" his friend asks.
May 4, 1966
I don't think there's ever been a time where people wanted to hear criticism of how they do things. Especially when you are the one in charge. I don't know why people they would know better than Birdie Tebbets, whose life was baseball for 30 years. Yes, George "Birdie" Tebbets was a real person! He was a catcher who was very good at directing the pitchers. Tebbets played from 1936 until 1952 and then managed from 1954 until 1966. I don't know, maybe what this guy said sunk it considering Tebbets would retire from the Cleveland Indians after the 1966 season. He would continue being a scout for various teams until his retirement in 1997. Birdie Tebbets would pass away in 1999 at 86.

Brutus and Wilberforce are in a room just staring at Kewpie for some reason. Wilberforce looks at Kewpie and then up at Brutus. "Hey Pop," Wilberforce begins "I just noticed that Kewpie has twice as many hairs on his head than you do!"
I guess we're just ignoring all of Kewpie's fur that is on his head and focusing on the two longer hairs that I always figured were oddly placed eyelashes/eyebrows.

Why are they just staring at Kewpie?

Tuesday, April 01, 2025

And Klusterman Was Veeblefester's Oldest Friend

A beautiful woman goes through some files in the top drawer of a file cabinet. A voice emanates from the third drawer "Hey, Natalie." Natalie opens the drawer to find a man lying down in there. "Quincy," she coos, "we have to stop meeting like this."
May 3, 1966
How did Quincy get in there? Did a coworker help? "Hey, Mike, help me into the file cabinet." "What?" "I want to surprise Natalie!" "You could just get her flowers or write her a nice note..."

What happened to the files in that drawer? Is Natalie now going to get in trouble for messing up or even losing those files?

Brutus is standing in Veeblefester's office. A bag of money sits on Veeblefester's desk. "Bad news, chief," Brutus begins "We've lost the Klusterman account." "No!" Veeblefester exclaims. "Oh, wait. This is just an April Fool's Day joke. Ha. That's a good one." Veeblefester pounds his fist on the desk. "Why aren't you laughing, Thornapple? I demand you start laughing!"
No! Not the Klusterman account! Now Veeblefester will have to buy smaller bags to put his desk money in.

Monday, March 31, 2025

Monday Quickies

May 2, 1966
Oh, and Thornapple looks so confident and ready to prove himself in that third panel. His rumpled suit looks how I feel.

March has sucked. February sucked. 2025 has sucked. I can't wait until this suck year is over. That is, if we don't die.

Sunday, March 30, 2025

Prodigious Blast?

Brutus is standing at a podium, clearly giving a speech somewhere. I don't know why. Why would he win an award? Anyway, he holds up some pieces of paper. "I have a prepared speech written for this occasion, but if you'll permit me, I'd like to put it away and ad lib off the top of my head!" He throws the papers behind him and they scatter on the stage. Brutus then spends the next five panels thinking of something to say. He finally just picks the papers back up. "I have a prepared speech written for this occasion..." he begins.
December 21, 1986
I've never had to give a speech before. I know me, and I know I wouldn't like it. The closest I've come is I had to give a little speech to run for sheriff of this fake city my class took a field trip to in middle school. I was not elected sheriff, but instead was hired as a meter reader. My speech trying to garner votes of my fellow classmates clearly did not resonate.

I spent hours on my speech and read it. I didn't leave it up to ad-libbing because all that gets me is a panic attack.

The Weasels are so bad, the coach doesn't even bring a second ball to practice. Also, the coach just lost $8 because of Wilberforce.

Maybe the ball rolled into a alternate realm of fantastical creatures?





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