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Where is my MCU J. Jonah Jameson Netflix original series, I ask you

Spider-Man, 7/17/16

Oh, thank goodness all that super-powered combat is over and done with so we can move on to … drama in the contracting media business! You know, when I started writing that sentence I was being sarcastic, but by the time I got to the end of it I was 100% sincere. Please, please show me J. Jonah Jameson arguing with angry BugleCo shareholders, and eventually changing the company to “buonc” and making Peter Parker run the Snapchat channel for no extra pay. This would be roughly a million times better than a couple of dumb wizards fighting over the Wand of fucking Watoomb.

Mark Trail, 7/17/16

Hey, kids! Are you interested in visiting mass graves full of the herpes-ridden corpses of enormous, grotesque fish? Visit the Murray-Darling river basin in 2018! (This message brought to you by Tourism Australia. Australia! The Island-Continent of Waking Nightmares™!)

Blondie, 7/17/16

Hmm, let me tell you about another guy who had one of those “best of times, worst of times” days, Dagwood. His name was Sydney Carton and he got beheaded, so maybe you shouldn’t be so concerned about a little cash, OK?

Tuesday quickies

Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 7/12/16

Sheriff Tait didn’t like crimes going unsolved in his community, but when he finally figured out that the serial killer who had been preying on the Holler for years was Silas, and that he had been butchering his victims and selling their flesh to the unsuspecting townfolk, he had to admit he got a certain grim satisfaction to ending the awful carnage.

Slylock Fox, 7/12/16

You’re right to be terrified, camper! You’ve come face to face with the rare and deadly Land Lobster!

Six Chix, 7/12/16

Today’s Six Chix would like to remind you that it’s never too late to lose your ability to feel enthusiasm or joy.

Blondie, 7/12/16

“You’re all fired!”

Mind-flaying Tuesday

Blondie, 6/21/16

Wow, it looks like Mr. Dithers can read not just the content of Dagwood’s thoughts, but their texture, the little undercurrent of gloom denoted by the shading at the bottom of his thought balloons. This is a truly terrifying advancement, considering that Dithers Industries was already a terrifying panopticon. Our only saving grace is that Mr. Dithers lacks the imagination to use his amazing psionic powers to do anything more than hassle the employees at his generic white-collar company slightly more than he already does, instead, of, say, imposing a brutal thought-dictatorship on all humanity in which none of us are safe, not even in our own minds.

Hi and Lois, 6/21/16

Ha ha! It’s funny because Thirsty doesn’t have anyone who loves him!