[panel 1: a large dodo approaches a clean, well dressed vagrant youth sat beside a well fashioned wood and stone building. The youth warily guards a bag holding their belongings and the stick they use to travel with it. The dodo asks “Pardon me, do you have the time?” and the youth replies “yes, it’s -“]
[panel 2: the dodo exclaims “You have the time!”]
[panel 3: a quartet of dodos appear and excitedly chatter over one another: “He has the time.” “The time! he has it!” “At long last! Our desperate search is at an end! The time has been found!”]
[panel 4: they lean in amongst one another and whisper “PSSHHWSSSSPTT SSHSSHHPSSTT”]
[panel 5: the group approaches the youth and asks “Will you… give us the time?” And the youth replies “It’s nine fifteen.” The dodos exclaim “AAAAAHHH! NOW WE HAVE THE TIME!”]
This feels pythonesque
It’s riffing on the common phrase “to have the time”, meaning to know what the time is. Specifically, it is highlighting a potential conflation of the verb “to have” as meaning “to possess or own” rather than “to know” - or perhaps our understanding of time as both an abstract concept and a concrete description of the position of the earth’s surface as it rotates relative to the sun. In this imaginary scenerio, the ambiguity inherent in the language is represented by a small group of dodos who wish to know who has the time, while being in awe of the implications of such ownership. Thus, an irreverent comic sketch. I hope this helps.
This is so dumb. I LOVE IT.
well.
I’m glad that didn’t go the way I thought it might.
“yes. IT"S TIME FOR YOU TO DIE AHAHAHAHA”
(I hear dodo were tasty.)
Supposedly dodo was actually horrible. They found journals of people bitching about it
You’re unable to think of a reason other than for our own gluttony…? It would be super fucked up to bring them back just for the reason to eat them. Seriously, that’s some deeply disturbing horror shit. And somehow that’s the only thing you can imagine?
If they had tasted good, they’d still be alive today in cages, waiting to be slaughtered.
…maybe we did them a favor.
Nah, they’d still be extinct: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passenger_pigeon#Hunting
After being opened up to the railroads, the town of Plattsburgh, New York, is estimated to have shipped 1.8 million pigeons to larger cities in 1851 alone at a price of 31 to 56 cents a dozen. By the late 19th century, the trade of passenger pigeons had become commercialized
Even if adjusted for inflation, 31 cents a dozen doesn’t sound like a lot, but then market saturation happened and your prediction came to pass:
The price of a barrel full of pigeons dropped to below fifty cents, due to overstocked markets. Passenger pigeons were instead kept alive so their meat would be fresh when the birds were killed, and sold once their market value had increased again. Thousands of birds were kept in large pens, though the bad conditions led many to die from lack of food and water, and by fretting (gnawing) themselves; many rotted away before they could be sold.
Those who don’t learn from the past are something something
Good synopsis. Well written.
If folks with disabilities can’t laugh along, I’m doing lemmy wrong. Thank you for the compliment. ❤️