For those without such clues, "Clue" is a board game by Hazbro. There are cards for weapons, suspects and rooms in the fictional mansion. At the start of each game, you shuffle each of the card types, and draw 3 which are kept hidden, usually in an envelope. The objective of the game is to guess which character is the murderer, what weapon was used, and which room it happened in.
The suspects are color coded and have names that indicate their colors, like "Professor Plum" (Purple), Colonel Mustard (Yellow), Miss White (White), Miss Scarlett, Mr. Green, and so on.
The weapons are things like A Gun, A Wrench, A Lead Pipe, A Rope, a Candlestick, and so on.
The rooms are, obviously, rooms. The Library, The Dining Room, The Kitchen, and so on.
During the course of gameplay, the various other cards are revealed, thus eliminating them as the hidden winning combination.
It’s not a dish, just like "dinner" or "breakfast" are not dishes either. It’s a meal. Specifically, it’s a light evening meal (light enough not to be considered to break a fasting period) which is held after a reading and discussion session in Benedictine monasteries. By extension it can also be used as a synonym for "snack", especially if it’s a social or communal thing where you also discuss about something while snacking.
The only time I have EVER heard Collation in this particular context is in Tom Lehrer’s song "It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier":
"Our old mess sergeant’s taste buds have been shot off in the war, but his savory collations add to our Esprit De Corps, to think of all the marvelous ways they’re using plastics nowadays, it makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!" – Tom Lehrer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHQb7JT6_zU for the whole song.
Rich, I just finished binging all the archives over the course of January. Your story telling sets a high bar for web comics and I had many a late night reading through them all telling myself only one more page and it’s time for bed. Thank you for all the wonderful stories and laughs. You have gained a fan for life.
I relegate BK to tne role of accomplice, with the addendum that his rap sheet is indeed long concerning PUNishment, and agree he is definitely acting as accessory before and after the fact. but I accuse t! with hiswordplay outside the building for this particular kernal of humor. I relish doing so even if it does catsup with me later. Mayobe he’ll have more to pestor us with more red hot puns to make us hummusdance tje salsa
You know, all seriousness aside, this is quite likely one of if not the only webcomic to ever channel Wayne & Shuster.
Hopefully some people who’ve never heard of them will take the time to spend a little time watching their weekly shows as well as their ‘big production’ sketches.
I remember watching them when they were first on and they’ve gotten even more relevant since.
There were so many good variety/sketch comedy shows in the old B&W TV days, that style is sorely missing today and I fear it’s only going to get worse with the thought police deciding what you’ll be ‘permitted’ to find funny and punishing you for laughing at the ‘wrong’ things 🙁
Given the first thought police event over wayne & Shuster happened in 1958 over a southern lynching reference (Sullivan) I don’t think you really appreciate how timeless wayne & shuster is compared to what comes out of the mouths of snowflakes that regularly rub thought police the wrong way.
I grew up on Wayne & Shuster. I’m too young to have seen them on Sullivan, but most of my peers can sing the rest of the song which begins, "Well I see by the clock on the wall… "
One of the most regrettable things about the fractiousness of our current times is the pervasiveness of the venom. We don’t *celebrate* things any more; praise is too often framed as an act of defiance against… something.
Watch an old, beloved music video on YT, and if you’re fool enough to scroll down (guilty) you read tonnes of comments about how "there’s no more good music any more" which is absolute crap; the whiner is too lazy to look for it.
Often this is accompanied by some vilification of the JBs of this world. Who cares? It actually IS possible to love something without crapping on something else. If you don’t like JB – *don’t listen to him*. It’s really quite easy to accomplish, and nobody is holding a gun to your head.
Similarly, if someone loves Wayne & Shuster, they can just say so. They don’t have to follow it up with some ugly dissertation on The Times We Live In. That’s a choice which dilutes the appreciation of the subject.
And now I’m off to listen to Come From Away again.
The fever with which we tear down old heroes — way faster than new ones can arise — used to depress me. I can rattle off dozens of scientists, statesmen, revolutionaries, writers, musicians…every one of them a complete badass when viewed from from some specific angle, and someone who I could once without reservation call a hero.
And now I know they’re not. At best they’re flawed tangles of contradictions like everyone else. Some of ’em have a lot more rotten strands in that tangle than sound ones. So now my take on the whole mess is: "Don’t believe in heroes. Believe in heroism."
Unless you and they both die young — them so that they don’t change or evolve, and you so that your definition of "hero" doesn’t evolve either — your heroes will disappoint you every time. But those moments of pure badassed brilliance and courage that made you stand in awe of them in the first place — those moments still happened, and knowing that those who pulled them off were fucked-up assholes like the rest of us, makes those moments shine even brighter.
I mean, gods know you and I aren’t heroes. Or hell, maybe you are, but I’ll never be. I’ve let myself and others down way too many times. But as long as we’re still breathing, EVERYONE is capable of pulling their shit together for a moment of heroism. Yeah, then you’ll drop back into the mire again, but for a moment there, dammit, you touched the face of the gods. And if the spark you struck ignites someone else’s capacity to do the same, then you’ve made a mark on eternity.
And now you’re a fuckup again, just like everyone else you ever thought had it all figured out. But you’re still breathing, so grab whatever tool is at hand and go strike another spark before the darkness closes in for good. And frickin’ THANK everyone whose capacity for heroism sharpened your own, even as you fight to fix all the things they screwed up.
I don’t agree with the ‘ugly dissertation’ part, when everything that was remotely funny or entertaining is suddenly classed as ‘racist’, even simple math, then we’ve stepped into dangerous territory, the reason nobody bothered mentioning that before is that it wasn’t happening before, not to the extent that we see it today where everything that was ever accomplished by anyone needs to be torn down because of some fabricated ‘outrage’ and a ‘new order’ installed in its’ place.
Beware: someone, somewhere wil linvoke Bill C-11 over this site if it serves their purpose, even if (or especially because) it’s ‘Canadian content’. Be very careful what you ask for, you just might get it.
Since you didn’t seem to take the earlier hint, I’ll take the rap for telling you straight: you’re in the wrong place for your politics. Knock it off, huh?
Watched some Wayne and Shuster online. Funny stuff. You’re right that there are too many professionally offendded people out there who are unable to separate identity politics from absolutely anything. You don’t have to look very hard to find multiple examples.
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Groan.
CLUE! Was that a Clue?
I’ve been trying really hard to put a good Clue joke in here somewhere.
I guess I’ll have to keep trying.
t!
This is not the first Clue *reference,* though.
Nobody caught that one, which surprised me.
t!
Well, some of us just have no clue what Clue is…
Lucky you. I hate that game. The movie was much better.
For those without such clues, "Clue" is a board game by Hazbro. There are cards for weapons, suspects and rooms in the fictional mansion. At the start of each game, you shuffle each of the card types, and draw 3 which are kept hidden, usually in an envelope. The objective of the game is to guess which character is the murderer, what weapon was used, and which room it happened in.
The suspects are color coded and have names that indicate their colors, like "Professor Plum" (Purple), Colonel Mustard (Yellow), Miss White (White), Miss Scarlett, Mr. Green, and so on.
The weapons are things like A Gun, A Wrench, A Lead Pipe, A Rope, a Candlestick, and so on.
The rooms are, obviously, rooms. The Library, The Dining Room, The Kitchen, and so on.
During the course of gameplay, the various other cards are revealed, thus eliminating them as the hidden winning combination.
The Library must have done it in the Candlestick with the Mustard
Ah, so he uses a maize-ing paste. I personally find his condiment naming… corny.
> a maize-ing paste
And now I have the song stuck in my head, thanks.
t!
I was terribly tempted to make a "how sweet the sound" joke, but I was trying to restrain myself after the last broadside.
I have never heard of a dish called collation. A quick google search got me nothing. Could someone describe it or post/link a recipe?
It’s not a dish, just like "dinner" or "breakfast" are not dishes either. It’s a meal. Specifically, it’s a light evening meal (light enough not to be considered to break a fasting period) which is held after a reading and discussion session in Benedictine monasteries. By extension it can also be used as a synonym for "snack", especially if it’s a social or communal thing where you also discuss about something while snacking.
The only time I have EVER heard Collation in this particular context is in Tom Lehrer’s song "It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier":
"Our old mess sergeant’s taste buds have been shot off in the war, but his savory collations add to our Esprit De Corps, to think of all the marvelous ways they’re using plastics nowadays, it makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!" – Tom Lehrer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHQb7JT6_zU for the whole song.
Oxford Dictionary definition: A Light Informal meal (Example: "lunch was a collation of salami, olives, and rye bread")
This was a well done word play.
A rare compliment to make, as puns rub many raw.
It isn’t THAT rare, more of a medium rare.
Kernel Mustard was found in the dining hall with the knife.
but can you cut it ? 😉
Rich, I just finished binging all the archives over the course of January. Your story telling sets a high bar for web comics and I had many a late night reading through them all telling myself only one more page and it’s time for bed. Thank you for all the wonderful stories and laughs. You have gained a fan for life.
Thank you so much! I hope I’m able to kick myself back into the saddle to keep going with it more regularly than I have been lately.
What have we done to deserve this punishment?
They have computers in the YAFGC universe?
Sure. They say the old Hyeesha had a whole wing of her palace devoted to unix.
I’ve decided that Brother Wayne is the murderer.
Because someone who would create a pun like that would do ANYTHING…
But it’s only a pun to us, the readers. It’s not a pun for him and the rest of the characters unless there’s a "Colonel Mustard" figure in-universe…
In that case, for the reason I mentioned, the person responsible for Taurenil’s death can only be. . .Rich Morris!
There may be other reasons.
Well… you’re not wrong.
I relegate BK to tne role of accomplice, with the addendum that his rap sheet is indeed long concerning PUNishment, and agree he is definitely acting as accessory before and after the fact. but I accuse t! with hiswordplay outside the building for this particular kernal of humor. I relish doing so even if it does catsup with me later. Mayobe he’ll have more to pestor us with more red hot puns to make us hummusdance tje salsa
You know, all seriousness aside, this is quite likely one of if not the only webcomic to ever channel Wayne & Shuster.
Hopefully some people who’ve never heard of them will take the time to spend a little time watching their weekly shows as well as their ‘big production’ sketches.
I remember watching them when they were first on and they’ve gotten even more relevant since.
There were so many good variety/sketch comedy shows in the old B&W TV days, that style is sorely missing today and I fear it’s only going to get worse with the thought police deciding what you’ll be ‘permitted’ to find funny and punishing you for laughing at the ‘wrong’ things 🙁
Given the first thought police event over wayne & Shuster happened in 1958 over a southern lynching reference (Sullivan) I don’t think you really appreciate how timeless wayne & shuster is compared to what comes out of the mouths of snowflakes that regularly rub thought police the wrong way.
I didn’t see that episode, I’m not quite that old…close but not quite 😉
It probably wasn’t federally sanctioned the way gov’t is trying to make it here though.
Orwell was an optimist and even he’s getting ‘woke’ now.
I grew up on Wayne & Shuster. I’m too young to have seen them on Sullivan, but most of my peers can sing the rest of the song which begins, "Well I see by the clock on the wall… "
t!
One of the most regrettable things about the fractiousness of our current times is the pervasiveness of the venom. We don’t *celebrate* things any more; praise is too often framed as an act of defiance against… something.
Watch an old, beloved music video on YT, and if you’re fool enough to scroll down (guilty) you read tonnes of comments about how "there’s no more good music any more" which is absolute crap; the whiner is too lazy to look for it.
Often this is accompanied by some vilification of the JBs of this world. Who cares? It actually IS possible to love something without crapping on something else. If you don’t like JB – *don’t listen to him*. It’s really quite easy to accomplish, and nobody is holding a gun to your head.
Similarly, if someone loves Wayne & Shuster, they can just say so. They don’t have to follow it up with some ugly dissertation on The Times We Live In. That’s a choice which dilutes the appreciation of the subject.
And now I’m off to listen to Come From Away again.
t!
The fever with which we tear down old heroes — way faster than new ones can arise — used to depress me. I can rattle off dozens of scientists, statesmen, revolutionaries, writers, musicians…every one of them a complete badass when viewed from from some specific angle, and someone who I could once without reservation call a hero.
And now I know they’re not. At best they’re flawed tangles of contradictions like everyone else. Some of ’em have a lot more rotten strands in that tangle than sound ones. So now my take on the whole mess is: "Don’t believe in heroes. Believe in heroism."
Unless you and they both die young — them so that they don’t change or evolve, and you so that your definition of "hero" doesn’t evolve either — your heroes will disappoint you every time. But those moments of pure badassed brilliance and courage that made you stand in awe of them in the first place — those moments still happened, and knowing that those who pulled them off were fucked-up assholes like the rest of us, makes those moments shine even brighter.
I mean, gods know you and I aren’t heroes. Or hell, maybe you are, but I’ll never be. I’ve let myself and others down way too many times. But as long as we’re still breathing, EVERYONE is capable of pulling their shit together for a moment of heroism. Yeah, then you’ll drop back into the mire again, but for a moment there, dammit, you touched the face of the gods. And if the spark you struck ignites someone else’s capacity to do the same, then you’ve made a mark on eternity.
And now you’re a fuckup again, just like everyone else you ever thought had it all figured out. But you’re still breathing, so grab whatever tool is at hand and go strike another spark before the darkness closes in for good. And frickin’ THANK everyone whose capacity for heroism sharpened your own, even as you fight to fix all the things they screwed up.
I don’t agree with the ‘ugly dissertation’ part, when everything that was remotely funny or entertaining is suddenly classed as ‘racist’, even simple math, then we’ve stepped into dangerous territory, the reason nobody bothered mentioning that before is that it wasn’t happening before, not to the extent that we see it today where everything that was ever accomplished by anyone needs to be torn down because of some fabricated ‘outrage’ and a ‘new order’ installed in its’ place.
Beware: someone, somewhere wil linvoke Bill C-11 over this site if it serves their purpose, even if (or especially because) it’s ‘Canadian content’. Be very careful what you ask for, you just might get it.
Since you didn’t seem to take the earlier hint, I’ll take the rap for telling you straight: you’re in the wrong place for your politics. Knock it off, huh?
Watched some Wayne and Shuster online. Funny stuff. You’re right that there are too many professionally offendded people out there who are unable to separate identity politics from absolutely anything. You don’t have to look very hard to find multiple examples.
February 9th. Happy National Pizza Day everyone!
Oh, heck yeah, I’m all for that! Let’s make it World Pizza Day!
March 18th. Happy Recovery From Pretending To Be Irish Day everyone!
“Don’t get hot and flustered, use a bit of mustard…”
“You’re a hot dog, but you’d better not try to hurt her — oh wait, she’s already dead, is she? Right, then, never mind that…”
March 21st – Happy Spring Everyone!
April 1st – Happy Fools Day. 😛
It is March the 23rd.
Happy World Meteorological Day everyone!
Go hang a salami I’m a lasagna hog.
Happy Palindrome Day!
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