There was a penguin at the Audubon Aquarium named Patience, who lived for 25 years. So, let's just say Opus is more like 36, assuming he's a blackfooted penguin.

Are you sure it's not just that Patience lived to be 100+ in people years?

crinkle, crinkle

The part where you hear...Slurp! Slurp! Smack- yum.

YEEEEEHHHHHH!!...chomp.

ice cream, brownie, cookie dough...Yea...and washed down at the friendy Bungee guest Jumpers who are dressed in their pajamas.

When I noticed the Bungee friends served up a Paulaner Salvator Double Bock Beer...Then ya's begin to understand why Opus is conked out with a crinkle leaf between the toes.

That Paulaner Salvator Double Bock knocks me out like that after two. I friend just introduced me to that 7.9% brew. You should never comment at the saloon pub after only one or you'll wind up getting punched out and knocked cold too.

Berkeley Breathed needs to drawl bigger so ya's see beer bottles? Serious. One beer and you breath brown double bock foam suds on the computer window.

Two will put you to sleep like Opus.

With an undeniable glint of "It's not happening to me" mixed with "What can I do to maximize the number of years I have left" and "What things have I always wanted to do that I haven't done?"

Thank God I got the sports car bug out of my head before this point along with the shovelbum bug and the wild & crazy sex bug. But that still leaves a lot of things left to do.

I hear the clock ticking, Breathed. Good to know you do too.

Although this day for some is an opportunity to again wave the flag and go into a jingoistic swoon, this day is for you, from me, very personally to say thank you for being there with me those many decades ago now. All bullshit aside, it was you, or someone like you, who laid awake all night on LP while I slept in that cold wet highland jungle. It was you, or someone like you, who shared your cigs and warm beer with me on log day. It was you, or someone like you, who volunteered to be my shotgun man and walk point with me. It was you, or someone like you, who saw my hesitation on some of those days when certain death was just a short stroll down an overgrown trail, ten thousand miles from home. You said back then, "It don't mean nothin'." And I smiled back and said, "Well, if you can't get out of it, get into it."

Today means something to me, Bebop. It's not about flags and parades and all those phony yellow ribbons. Those things, on this day, are an insult, not appreciation. I'd rather that those who wave flags, march in parades and plaster yellow ribbons on cars and trees would spread their good intentions over all the days of the year and actually do some good, rather than just feeling good, for a couple of hours each November 11.

Today for me, is to say to you, and to my father who froze and fought and bled in the Ardennes in WW II, and to all those who put themselves in harm's way perhaps for country, but more for each other, I appreciate what you did.

It was you who flopped on a steel pot helmet. It was you who absorbed hot-metal. You helped me to not have a damn crying spell tear-jerk moment. It was you who was hope and NOT weak to have a mental-cranky Crack-Up.

You are NO OWEN basket grunt. # One!

I NO zipped you up in a black bag!

You alive!

Now, what about Now? Today!

A groundhog is burrowing now,

a hole under my back porch.

Who ain't a pissed. cassocks.

Owen. Thanks to you. Darn it!

I've a rusty beer can to share.

You patched me up. You crack me up.

It was You who took off a g.i. belt and,

stopped the red arterial flow of red blood,

and....wow. Thanks. O, OWEN- It Don't mean Nothin'.

And have a Happy Veterans day to everybody, darn it!

That's why we have the suspended animation pods that pump pure hydroponic weed smoke, in the break room at Salon.

i think this is among my favorite berkely breathed cartoons. :D

No one better than B. Breathed. No character better than Opus! (Kept me sane -at least a bit- all these years!) Thanks, Berkley!

Unfortunately this is sort of a repeat. Long time ago, Opus realizes his bio clock is ticking and runs around frantic in a desperate attempt to 'live' ends up collapsing, panting saying he'd better slow down before he kills himself.

FithyHarry.

Crinkle, Crinkle.

To keep it simple,

and at the same time,

his comics have very many layers

His cartoons have the stroke of a genius,

and the taste of the ones who enjoy them!

- how he bungee jumps while still holding the ice cream.

this one's a keeper. you know, one of those: print-it-out-and-put-on-the-fridge-or-office-door ones. :)

I don't know you guys, but you seem all right. Happy Veterans Day.

Thanks for the reminder that we might already be enjoying our lives, sometimes we need it.

p.s. Garry and bebop, Happy Veteran's Day to you both. Garry, you amaze me with your ability to piss me off royally some days and at the same time you can write some of the few posts here that can move me to tears. bebop, you seem like such a good, gentle guy, I wish you the best, truly. I wish you both the best.

Eat your ice cream and crinkle leaves between your toes while ye may.

And Garry Owen and bebop, you guys wrote some great letters upthread. Thank you for your service to this nation.

Love the cartoon, but shouldn't that be "12 in people years and 50 in penguin years"?

The 'falling leaf' analogy is beautifully done.