
The Platypus #3



I often have trouble finding parking spaces. At my work a lot of the parking is assigned to specific individuals or labeled as parking for carpools, official visitors, maintenance workers, handicapped drivers, and motorcycles. It leaves slim pickin's for the rest of us. One thing that is not labeled is the bicycle rack. It has no sign that states it is ony for bikes. I'm pretty sure I'm going to start parking there, though I will use a bike lock to ensure that no one steals my car...or tows it.
I'm not much for dancing, especially in public places, but if you're going to cut loose, the music store is the perfect place. Unlimited supply of music and plenty of space for trying out awesome new moves. I've notice in hindsight (after it was brought to my attention by Luna) that it lookes as though I am farting in panel number 3, but that's okay, somtimes that will happen in the music store, especially when you're dancing. In addition, I've just been told by Tashie that it looks like the bald man in the last panel is using the CD display rack as though it was a urinal; that is absolutely not the case. That would be totally inappropriate behavior, even at the music store...what am I thinking, especially at the music store...your attorney's office on the other hand is the perfect place...right on his desk...on his name plate and pen holder. Birds have had a long standing disdain for humans and mammals in general. Bird attacks on humans have increased exponentially over the past decades. It is as though they have declared war upon us. It may be that they feel a superiority to humans because they possess the gift of flight, or that they feel that we have intruded upon their territory by creating our own mechanical means of soaring into the great blue yonder, but make no mistake, these devious feathered terrorists of the sky must be stopped. They have descovered that taking us out one at a time will not accomplish their goal of world domination as quickly as wiping us out one commercial jet liner at a time. With this goal in mind they have developed and fine tuned the attack of the "Bird Strike." It is no coincidence that bird strikes have been steadily increasing in frequency.

We have a secret weapon of our own in Captain C. B. "Sully" Sullenberger, that's right the hero of the miracle on the Hudson. This man has met the threat of a bird strike head on and won. He's not afraid of this winged menace. He laughs and makes room in his deep fryer when the battle is over. "Give 'em hell Sully! Go at 'em like you were Colonel Sanders on half-price chicken day!
I see Mayor Nickels as having just about the biggest political double stadard there is. While he tells all of the rest of us to stop driving our cars and get on the bus, he uses 5 gallons of gas a day in his official automobile according to city expense records; that doesn't even count the fuel for the other luxury cars he drives at public expense. I think Mayor McCheese should try walking a little, no a LOT, more. Forget being the mayor, Nickels acts like he's the KING of Seattle.







