Today’s Zippy has our hero producing yet another burlesque of popular music (for a survey of burlesques, parodies, and playful allusions on this blog, look here):
The song is “Tiptoe Through the Tulips”, made famous by the Tiny Tim performance of it on the ukelele (hence Griffiths’s title “Tiny Whim”) in the 1960s.
Back from Stanford Hospital since Saturday morning. Things move very slowly on weekends. so nothing much has happened. I sleep most of the day, attended by Ned and Elizabeth. Not yet able to move around much, nor have I mastered the intricacies of the walker, which are considerable, and the effects of the pain medication (lots of oxy), which are complex, sometimes overwhelming.
But on more pleasant fronts, there’s the PBS Nature show I saw on tv (on Friday? my time perceptions are unsteady indeed), about ducks. A “duckumentary”; I suppose that was inevitable. Full of wonderful shots of ducks of many kinds — alone, in families, in flocks.
We were taught that every species of duck is either a dabbler duck or a diver duck. Or, as Gilbert & Sullivan would have it:
Every duck and every drake
Is either a little dabbler
Or else a little diver.
Hey, I’m coming back to life very very gradually.
Two cartoons about toast from The Essential Jack Ziegler (ed. by Lee Lorenz, 2000): the Bureau of Missing Toast and The Scream in toast:
Toast is so ordinary, so everyday, so uncomplicated, that making anything of it is likely to be at least a bit funny.
Today’s Rhymes With Orange:
Poe’s “The Raven” (second verse) parodied by substituting Eeyore for Lenore. Nothing else changed, but in combination with the visual, modeled on Winnie the Pooh, and the punning identifier Edgar Allan Pooh, the effect is to turn sorrow into silliness.
