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Metapost: WWMD comments of the week last 48 hours or so!

Many of the What Would Margo Do? bracelets are at long last arriving on the wrists of their intended! I thought I’d provide some fun pics sent in by readers like you!

Here’s faithful reader Nathan:

Faithful reader Alkibiades:

Faithful reader Dub Not Dubya (with bonus Finger-Quotin’ Margo Mug!)

Here’s a pic from a faithful reader of “my exceedingly bitchy rabbit, Penny, wearing her new ‘What Would Margo Do’ bracelet. Just like Margo, Penny bites, growls and charges with the slightest provocation. My 2-year-old son, my cat, and I are terrified of them both.”

Here’s one from faithful reader Red Greenback:

And one from faithful reader Jumble Jeff (yes, that Jumble Jeff) channeling his inner Margo to … hey, wait a minute…

Faithful reader buckyswife believes that Margo would be reaching for the booze right about now:

Faithful reader mollificient is stone-cold harpin’:

And, finally, this mysterious but evocative composition comes from faithful reader Baka Gaijin:

We’ve got plenty of these left over, so anyone choosing to put anything in the tip jar between now and, oh, let’s say Friday will get one! Once again, an ENORMOUS thank you to all who contributed, and you’ll be getting your WWMD bracelets (if you haven’t already) and thank-yous soon!

Also, Uncle Lumpy refuses to sit in judgment over your comment wit, so I was going to let Violet’s comment rule the roost for another week, but I started collecting candidates Sunday night and came up with a decent list, so, well, here’ your comment of the last few days!

“‘How come Hootin’ Holler never makes that list, Uncle Snuffy?’ ‘Because Hootin’ Holler is a foul gangrenous pit of futile nothingness. Also, the sisterfucking.’ ‘Haw haw haw! Oh, wait.’” –TruthOfAngels

And the funny runners up!

“Kudos to the officer riding shotgun for thinking ahead enough to bring both his retro-style cellphone AND dainty sweat-mopping handkerchief.” –Paddy

“Ah, the oath. For generations the citizens of Hootin’ Holler on their 16th birthday swear the dire oath to kill and eat any stranger entering their lands. This oath also explains why everyone has the same nose, no one appears to have a chin and the odds are pretty good that the coonskin cap isn’t the only thing on Jughead with a tail.” –zerowolf

“Seeing as he’s talking like a ’30s gangster, why not have Clowny-Clownpants talk out of the side of his mouth? Watch out, side-talker, Dick’s gonna squint at you some more!” –MolyBendum

“DT: TWISTS ONLY WORK IF THE PLOT WAS ALREADY GOING IN A PARTICULAR DIRECTION.” –commodorejohn

“Pluggers have thick verdant lawns because pluggers suspect that indoor plumbing is a form of witchcraft.” –One-eyed Wolfdog

“Attention Mark Trail writers: you need to work on giving your stories more complexity if you can condense the last two weeks into a sentence-long recap bubble.” –Alan’s Addiction

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This entry was posted on Monday, September 28, 2009 at 09:17 pm and is filed under metaposts.

133 responses to “Metapost: WWMD comments of the week last 48 hours or so!”

Uncle Lumpy
September 28th, 2009 at 9:20 pm [Reply]

Comics Curmudgeon — now with twice the sisterfucking!
Uncle Lumpy
September 28th, 2009 at 9:21 pm [Reply]

Oh, and what the hell:

Re: Jumble Jeff’s drawing –

That one really big pen is!
Écureuil Écumant
September 28th, 2009 at 9:22 pm [Reply]

Hootin’ Holler is starting to sound more interesting day by day. And toothlessness can have its advantages.
Écureuil Écumant
September 28th, 2009 at 9:24 pm [Reply]

Also to Jumble Jeff, I trust that is the miscreant’s hand you’re working on with such verve.
commodorejohn
September 28th, 2009 at 9:28 pm [Reply]

Haha, runner-up! Awesome.

Also, I don’t know about the rest of Red Greenback, but that’s a real man’s wrist if ever I saw one.
buckyswife
September 28th, 2009 at 9:31 pm [Reply]

Josh—That’s not just any booze, Josh; that’s the good bourbon. Would Margo settle for anything less?
Uncle Lumpy
September 28th, 2009 at 9:32 pm [Reply]

#6 buckyswife –

I want to hear about the bad bourbon — tell it slow, and don’t leave anything out!
buckyswife
September 28th, 2009 at 9:35 pm [Reply]

7 Uncle Lumpy: I’m sorry; is there “bad bourbon”? That concept is unfamiliar to me.

Oh, and speaking of which: a toast to all the COTWs! Congrats!
Uncle Lumpy
September 28th, 2009 at 9:38 pm [Reply]

Did I say “bad”? I meant wicked!
AeroSquid
September 28th, 2009 at 9:39 pm [Reply]

=( Still waitin’ for my bracelet. Congrats to Cotlfd ….ummm…winner and runnerup ? And the runners up….too. Hmmm.
buckyswife
September 28th, 2009 at 9:43 pm [Reply]

9 Uncle Lumpy: That’s different. Under your definition, all bourbon is “bad” bourbon, isn’t it? How could I choose just one story…. the drunken night in New York City? the Wild Turkey master distiller? the shots with the Marine Corps snipers? Where to begin?
Mibbitmaker
September 28th, 2009 at 10:16 pm [Reply]

I wish Uncle Lumpy could’ve made a master list for Josh to choose from, like last time. I made the list that week!

[rest of comment censored on the west coast feed of Saturday Night Live]
Muffaroo
September 28th, 2009 at 10:16 pm [Reply]

I like the fact that the COTW is also a Runner-Up. It’s its own Grandpa!
Rusty
September 28th, 2009 at 10:16 pm [Reply]

Luann: Nowhere else to bring this up, so I will here: Evan’s goes to his trademark “character with a large glass in her face” shot in the last panel. He must have mastered this years ago and is so pleased with the results he trots it out every couple of weeks.
Jimmy Fingers
September 28th, 2009 at 10:19 pm [Reply]

“What would Margo do?” anagrams:
Owl God mouth award.
Wow. Odd, amoral thug.
Adult wormwood hag.
Mibbitmaker
September 28th, 2009 at 10:20 pm [Reply]

On a somewhat related note: I hope you caught our “Scott is Shot” Poetry Slam from this week, Josh. That was fun.
queek
September 28th, 2009 at 10:21 pm [Reply]

Wild Turkey = Thanksgiving and Xmas celebratory bourbon.

Makers Mark = very good bourbon.

Bookers = relatively good bourbon

Old Crow = hillbilly bathwater, flavored with what’s on the label

Olde Bourbon = not even the hillbillys will touch this stuff, preferring antifreeze with feral clown kidney tappage as flavoring.
Mibbitmaker
September 28th, 2009 at 10:22 pm [Reply]

#16 (me): Should read, “from this past week”, or “from last week”.
mollificent
September 28th, 2009 at 10:24 pm [Reply]

Yeah, baby! Stone cold harpin’! That’s me!

(Actually, that’ll be me in a few minutes…gotta practice tonight!)
buckyswife
September 28th, 2009 at 10:27 pm [Reply]

17 queek: Four Roses, heaven in a cask.
mollificent
September 28th, 2009 at 10:30 pm [Reply]

#17 queek re: Olde Bourbon…reminds me of “Hood River” vodka, choice among the partyers at the U of O back in my day. Ugh…there’s not enough orange juice in the world, however freshly squeezed, to make me drink that stuff EVER AGAIN.

Press me to some Ketel One or Absolut, however, and let the dancin’ on the bar begin!
Marion Delgado
September 28th, 2009 at 10:40 pm [Reply]

Completely – completely – unambiguously, Mary Worth’s art on the gun-wielding villains is depicting them in traditional hero’s framing.

Meanwhile the cops look like a cross between henchmen and anonymous totalitarian forces there to give the hero something to shoot at.

Is Alan Moore moonlighting?
commodorejohn
September 28th, 2009 at 10:45 pm [Reply]

#22 Marion Delgado – Wouldn’t it be great if the drug dealers, led by none other than Tommey the Tweaker, became the anti-heroes of Mary Worth, leading a revolution against Mary and her corrupt police state?
Esther Blodgett
September 28th, 2009 at 10:47 pm [Reply]

#21 mollificent – Oh, for the days when I drank nothing but Stoli. These days I make do with Smirnoff and treat myself to Grey Goose on my infrequent special nights out.

Hey, I’m drinking Smirnoff *right now*. That calls for a toast!

Hmmm…let’s make this comics-related: Boy, Family Circus is insipid and hackneyed, isn’t it?
buckyswife
September 28th, 2009 at 10:49 pm [Reply]

24 Esther Blodgett: I’ll toast to that ((raises glass of Italian red)).
queek
September 28th, 2009 at 10:53 pm [Reply]

21: *goes to get fifth of Absolut and a bunch of singles.*

all teasing aside, I’m not a vodka drinker as a general rule, but Absolut is good stuff. With cranberry or OJ, not a bad combo. Usually bourbon and beer for me, or wine.
buckyswife
September 28th, 2009 at 11:00 pm [Reply]

26 queek: I had an organic vodka recently–very cool. Had real flavor, unlike most vodkas. You gotta like liquor that actually has some heft to it. (Although I confess that mollificent converted me to Lemon Drops—yummmm)
seismic-2
September 28th, 2009 at 11:11 pm [Reply]

#6 Buckyswife – I’m not so sure Margo would go for the “good stuff”. I see her tastes in bourbon as more nearly running to the kickin’ chicken. Out of a mug, for breakfast. Assuming she couldn’t get her hands on a jug of Snuffy’s Old Hootin’ Holler Sister Likker, that is.
Rusty
September 28th, 2009 at 11:13 pm [Reply]

#17: Bourbon! I just picked up a fifth of JB Black, so far I have been underwhelmed.
buckyswife
September 28th, 2009 at 11:19 pm [Reply]

28 seismic-2: But would she admit to that, or claim superior taste?
Uncle Lumpy
September 28th, 2009 at 11:21 pm [Reply]

Evan Williams: fueling assistant comic blogging since 2007.
seismic-2
September 28th, 2009 at 11:32 pm [Reply]

#30 buckyswife – You have a point. On e must keep up appearances, after all. Margo’s whisky cabinet probably has a shelf full of bottles labeled Lagavulin 16 Year but filled with something that Ruby brewed in the bathtub last week.
buckyswife
September 28th, 2009 at 11:38 pm [Reply]

29 Rusty: Jim Beam does a nice tasting at their distillery (and by “nice,” I mean “generous”), but they weren’t my favorite in terms of taste–liked Four Roses and Buffalo Trace quite a bit more.
Poteet
September 28th, 2009 at 11:44 pm [Reply]

TruthOfAngels, congratulations on your double win! And a deep curtsey to you other riders.

And congratulations to Snuffy for what may be his best showing ever on the COTW list, percentage-wise.

I was actually going to go to bed at a decent hour tonight, but I really want to see Tuesday’s MW. This is just sad.
Ranger
September 28th, 2009 at 11:49 pm [Reply]

Truth’s comment was so great, we get it twice.
Artist formerly known as Ben
September 28th, 2009 at 11:53 pm [Reply]

#13 Muffaroo,
That is fitting, no?
MolyBendum
September 28th, 2009 at 11:57 pm [Reply]

Woo! Floatin’ on a short week. Congrats on the COTWs. I will enjoy being greeted by thoughts of incest every morning when I open CC.
bats :[
September 29th, 2009 at 12:09 am [Reply]

Santaroymart?! SANTAROYMART?!?! Boxcar!
Poteet
September 29th, 2009 at 12:15 am [Reply]

# 34 — Well, that was certainly not worth it. Though “Santaroymart!” will become one of my new expletives.

9/29 MT — Mark is impressively cheery for someone who just regained consciousness after a severe clonk on the noggin. Whatever planet he’s from, I congratulate the inhabitants on their sturdy head structures.
mollificent
September 29th, 2009 at 12:20 am [Reply]

A bottle of Johnnie Walker Black got me in a bit of trouble one St. Patrick’s Day in college. And I wasn’t even the one drinkin’ it! ;)
True Fable
September 29th, 2009 at 12:47 am [Reply]

Congratulations to the COTWs, and to TruthofAngels at the front of the float! Wave and throw beads to everyone, we got them on sale at the Santaroymart!
Paddy
September 29th, 2009 at 1:06 am [Reply]

Runner up and a toast of the good bourbon? It must be my lucky day!
Poteet
September 29th, 2009 at 1:11 am [Reply]

9/29 GA — There were two, repeat two, legitimate ticket-holders waiting to get into the scalper-ticket concert seats occupied by Gertie and Walt. So why was Gertie thrown out and not Walt? Are we supposed to believe that one of the two legit ticket-holders disappeared in a puff of smoke?

This is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying awfulness.
mollificent
September 29th, 2009 at 1:11 am [Reply]

Augh! Why do I look at CC after 10pm PST? Must…not…look…at…MW! Must…save…comics…for…morning…

*reaches to close laptop against all impulses*
Lesser Whark
September 29th, 2009 at 1:22 am [Reply]

9/29 MW: For once, the coloring gnomes have impressed me. They read a full week in advance to discover that both casualties needed the same hair. That, or Giella does his own coloring, in which case he’s more brain-damaged than we thought. (For proof, see every strip involving foodstuffs for the past 5 years.)

#44 Mollificent, I hope you weren’t seriously expecting plot development on a Tuesday. The stretcher has actually rolled backward since Monday, unless they’re rolling it out of the hospital doors, instead of in. This is playing havoc with our pool: has Scott truly ‘arrived’ at the hospital yet? On the plus side, they’ve added a sheet to spare onlookers the sight of those hideous boots…
MolyBendum
September 29th, 2009 at 2:16 am [Reply]

9/29
Cathy – What’s not to love about Cathy? It totally embraces it’s outoftouchwithreality-ness and drives it home every day. Yesterday your piles of unpaid bills were dismissed as petty nuisances, today you find out that dressing like a hooker is all the rage. People of America unite! “Matching was so 1991” is the catchphrase of the recession! Lop off your penises and sew your vaginas shut! All hail the sexless, dysfunctional neuroses of the 21st Century Fat Androgynous It! All hail Cathy!

Curtis – Go get me my tuna ‘n cheese and my menthols!

Family Circle – Grandma knits eight inches from the TV as Thel models her breast-hugging polyester top. Then Grandma says, “You look like a cheap whore! I could make you a blouse that would keep my boy’s hands off you and stop this unending production of fat, giant-headed monstrosities you have running around this goddamn house….with their dotted line trails….their incessant inane babbling…..Christ, leave me alone you tramp, MY SHOWS ARE ON!”

Marmaduke – Hey, Marm’s a metro! Who knew? Sips his cups of blood with his pinky up, too, he does.

Pluggers – Pluggers drive their beat-up jalopies 35 miles out of the way, break down on the side of the road and are shot as they walk up to some hillbilly’s house to ask for help. God love ‘em.
Mibbitmaker
September 29th, 2009 at 2:43 am [Reply]

Newday:

9CL: With friends like Edda, who needs enemies (like al-Qaida!)?

A3G: Ruby: “See? I’m not even in the strip anymore! Even Bolle and Trusiani hate me now! Whoa is me!!” (downs bottle of sleeping pills)

BBailey: Does Otto’s insect also have a pet? An amoeba? Nah — it’s been done.

Curtis: His lungs are “little things” by this time!

ReFOOB: As an adult, he’ll write like that, nevermind talk.

GA: “…Do they still have those Nixon ‘plumbers’?”

GT: Bearded guy punches at cleanshaven guy who doesn’t even have sideburns? This is BizarroMarkTrail.

H&L: “All the garbagemen in the world, and I get stuck with John Ashcroft!”

PBS: “God theenks you deleecious!”

Luann: Congratulations, Luann, you are now officially a gold-digger! And there goes her mom’s credibility.

Marvin: Believe me, Trudy, it is SO not worth it!

Ghost-Hoo-Hah!: Um, wait… no, next pan– NEXT panel, you…um….. no, you’re suppos– um……………..whatever! (Damn early narration boxes!)

S-M: You wouldn’t understand, Spidey — it’s Freudian.
Farley's Revenge
September 29th, 2009 at 2:50 am [Reply]

MW: Wow! Look at those medical types whip that gurney into the hospital while the other two medical types just stand around discussing their upcoming patient load from the big shootout at “Santaroymart” warehouse. That’s got to be the fastest anyone’s moved in Mary Worth in some time. Why, just in the space of one panel, the gurney is inside the hospital and in the next the sucker on said gurney is being whisked off to surgery, whether he needs it or not.

Back when I worked in hospitals, patients weren’t simply slammed off to surgery without at least getting some vital signs in the ER first. Apparently procedures have changed since then. Now it’s “don’t bother with anything, least of all finding out if the dude is breathing or anything minor like that, just haul his ass to surgery!”

That dude better hope his heart monitor leads never come loose or he may wake up to find himself being defibrillated by a stressed out pharmacy technician.

Oh, and congrats to all the quickly discovered CotW’ers!
Lesser Whark
September 29th, 2009 at 3:30 am [Reply]

#48 Farley’s Revenge: Thanks for clearing that up. Having worked in a hospital, may I ask:
(1) Can you also phase through plate glass, the way they do in panel 1?
(2) Do you often take the time to change shirts as you wheel down a corridor, as happens to the guy on the right side of the gurney between panels 1 and 2?
(3) Do you often jam dismembered limbs into the gurney, like the arm and fist on the right in panel 2?
(4) Surely it’s quite common to have injured people arrive at the emergency entrance? That’s what the emergency entrance is for, right? Does a single guy with gunshot wounds ever cause a ‘commotion’ requiring 6 people’s attention, as happened in panel 2 yesterday?
mordock999
September 29th, 2009 at 4:22 am [Reply]

Today’s Luann 09/29/09

MARRIAGE to the ALF?

Luann, THINK about what your kids would LOOK like.

Hell, THINK about ACTUALLY sleeping with HIM!

Uh-huh, I knew THAT would ‘SOBER’ you up!

Bathroom’s, down the hall to right and DON’T throw-up on my linoleum….,

__________________________

DEATH to TJ and the ALF!!!
Mel AKA "Mel"
September 29th, 2009 at 4:37 am [Reply]

OK, so I stopped posting for awhile and this is what I am delurking for at 4:30 am:

Mollificent @ 21: You brought back an art school memory of buying Warehouse brand vodka in a large plastic jug and pouring undiluted powdered Kool Aid mix into it. We called it Formula 44D.

Now that I think about it, it explains a lot actually. It might even help explain Dick Tracy.
Frank Parsnip
September 29th, 2009 at 5:32 am [Reply]

Congrats to the COTWeekers! Brilliant stuff, as always.

MT: “Yeah, they probably thought you were a wildlife ranger… Just a suggestion, but you might want to ditch the khaki uniform and carry a fishing pole like I do.”

MW: The look on that poor stretcher-bearer’s face in panel 1 is horrible. Thank god he’s been replaced in panel 2 by a police officer.

DtM: Sharing the ennui that Dennis describes, my eyes went back to the artworks the children prepared. The deliciously detailed harbor landscape has been finely counterbalanced by the claw-wielding sun in the picture to the right.

A3G: “In a way, it’s like I had a lot on my mind in the form of those New York memories, but in a more literal sense my brain is frying with the chemicals I’ve been feeding it. Aristotle, is your tie melting?”

Sex Organ, M.D.: No life other than his mommy? Becka, don’t let go of this treasure of a man!

Death Comes to Slylock Fox: In panel 1, the child has no remorse.

I’ve been away for a little while because of some office renovation and moving and didn’t even get a chance to comment on Sarge’s DNA test from 9/24. The poor man probably shouldn’t have swabbed the inside of his mouth for the test in the immediate aftermath of an oral session with Beetle.
Naked Bunny with a Whip
September 29th, 2009 at 6:49 am [Reply]

Is, uh, Penny seeing anybody? Just askin’.
ladadog
September 29th, 2009 at 6:50 am [Reply]

MW:
In an effort to revitalize the wounded mystery-detective, the police officer in panel 2 waves his What Would Margo Do bracelet.
Sadly for him, we know she would reach up and single-handedly remove his spleen, kidneys and liver in order to facilitate any necessary organ transplants.
Monkeyhawk
September 29th, 2009 at 7:16 am [Reply]

I simply don’t have the time to read all the comments these days. I discovered the Comics Curmudgeon just before the salad days of Aldo Kelrast and was a regular.

These days, CC has become so popular nobody goes there anymore.

And then, living in fly-over country, I had to deal with showing up in public in my “More information on licorice can be found on the Internet” t-shirt and people simply didn’t understand. Was I some sort of black anise-flavored candy junkie? Did I know most information (accurate or not) can be found on anything on the Internet? Yeah. That’s kinda the joke.

If I showed up in public in this backwater town with a “What Would Margo Do?” bracelet, irony-impaired mobs would show up outside my door with torches and pitchforks.

And I have errands to run.
8th Man Fan
September 29th, 2009 at 7:42 am [Reply]

Re: The Scott’s Drug Bust betting pool:

For the record: If the blondie on the gurney is Scott, Monday’s the winner for the first bet. If it’s not him and it’s established that Scott’s corpse was brought to the hospital rather than left rotting at Santaroymart, Monday will still be the winner. If Scotty’s dead and they never say where they took the body, I’m stuck.

By the way, anyone else struck by the Santa Royale caste system? Blonde = cop, black hair = Hospital. Wonder where the redheads end up.

And, I’m not that familiar with E.R. procedures, but shouldn’t they remove gurney cop’s bullet-proof sweater-vest (and everything else) before they operate?
Naked Bunny with a Whip
September 29th, 2009 at 7:43 am [Reply]

@Monkeyhawk: Oh, dear. Are you saying you’re a Plugger?
Susan
September 29th, 2009 at 8:08 am [Reply]

9/29

MW: Are they moving backwards?? Weren’t they at least IN the hospital yesterday, and now they’re just wheeling him in the door?? If not for the Santaroymart reference, I might’ve shot MYSELF this morning. Kill the guy or get him married already!!!!!!!
Lesser Whark
September 29th, 2009 at 8:18 am [Reply]

#56 8th Man Fan: You’re right! Don’t forget long hair = drug dealer, too. The bald guy in front was probably a respected lecturer with white hair until Mark Trail punched off every follicle in a tragic case of mistaken identity. With no one accepting him, he turned to a life of crime just to stay alive…

As for the armor plate, it makes sense to leave it on during surgery. They wore it while planning the raid, changed into blue life jackets while being shot at, and put the plates back on while driving to hospital. The armor probably costs more than recruiting and training a police officer of Scott’s caliber, so they’re told not to wear it when they risk getting expensive dents in it.
sugarpie
September 29th, 2009 at 8:28 am [Reply]

Congratulations to all those on the truncated list of COTW! and thanks for participating in the revival of SM&BG as winning snark fodder. Snuffy Smith ~~may not be~~ is never brilliant or even funny, But it never makes me wish ill towards anyone like, say, Funky Winkerbean or C’shaft. And it’s colorful.
Patrick, Interlibrary Loan Lending Division
September 29th, 2009 at 8:29 am [Reply]

Mary Worth: Tweedledee and Tweedledum state the obvious as the gurney is wheeled in by two gents who are posed like they about to go high diving off a cliff. Nothing says action like leaning forward!
Les of the Jungle Patrol
September 29th, 2009 at 9:06 am [Reply]

Today’s Over the Hedge is a stirring tribute to gender normativity. Alas, I fail to see how Verne’s lack of total conformity to a masculine ideal dooms his friends to anything at all. I wonder if this comic is an insight into what goes through the minds of people who bully and assault transgender people? Do they lose their own sense of themselves as men if they encounter somebody else with a different self-definition? Can we see some stuff about gay bashing tomorrow? Racist violence on friday? I can’t wait! It’s almost as much fun as crankshaft.
buckyswife
September 29th, 2009 at 9:10 am [Reply]

MW: Santaroymart?! Hee!–really, I laughed out loud at that.

Maybe we need a secondary pool: How many different blond-haired angles can we get on Still-Living Shot Cop before we learn his identity? Because honestly, the ~~suspense~~ tedium is ~~killing me~~ kind of annoying me.

MT: Tomorrow: Bob Jackson keeps on talking! “And you know, most of those poachers are probably just doing it because of the economy. They have families to feed, too, and the fellows see poaching as their only option. But poachers really are sideburn-free, decent fellows. Besides, there are a lot of alligators in the swamp, and no one likes them very much—not even the turtles. Why are you wearing all khaki anyway? Do you want to look like a ranger? It is not surprising that a poacher thought you were a ranger. I …. I mean, that’s what I would guess a poacher would think….. Well, I need to get back to the other poa–fishermen! Bye!”

BB: Yes, Sarge, having a “pet” does make the men happier. That’s true, isn’t it, Beetle?

JP: Geez, Sam Driver is one boring, smug guy. I’m a very hetero female, and I’m longing for the return of the Parade o’ Tatas, if it gets us away from this conversation.

FC: Showing off your new polyester blouse, Thel? What do you think this is, 1972? Oh, yeah, you probably do….
buckyswife
September 29th, 2009 at 9:13 am [Reply]

56 8th Man Fan: Red-haired guys become H-Town cartel members.
MolyBendum
September 29th, 2009 at 9:13 am [Reply]

– Rex Morgan, A@#SS –
This is the greatest game ever laid on a chick. See, what we don’t know is that after his and Becka’s initial meeting, Tim made a side bet with a buddy at a bar that not only could he score with her: he could do it in his truck, in the rain, in the middle of a golf course, the first night they’re together, without ever buying her dinner or anything else for that matter. So to start, he told the old guy he’d give him a month’s supply of Jello if he took his mom and sat in a camper at night. Now, so far he’s laid on the “Urgent Organized Leader”, the “Defender of All That is Right” and the “Macho Man”, and now he’s doing “Family Martyr” and “Supportive Son”. I’d say after this he’ll turn on “Helpful Listener” and “Consoler of Women Who Are Cheated On and Pour Out Their Hearts To Strange Men In Trucks”. Then it’s a brush of the breast, a meaningful look and…BAM! He’s cattle-prodding her oyster ditch with his lap-rocket. Ooh-lah-la.
queek
September 29th, 2009 at 9:17 am [Reply]

56: “Wonder where the redheads end up”

my place.
Dingo
September 29th, 2009 at 9:32 am [Reply]

Gil Thorp: It’s too easy. It’s just too easy. “You looking to get pounded?” Yes, sir, from the look on his face, I think he is. ROBB LARUE, POWER BOTTOM.
Professor Fate
September 29th, 2009 at 9:37 am [Reply]

MW: “My my look at that.”
“Looks serious”
“Well nothing really to do with us. Coffe Jeff?”
“Sure – trained Medical Personel like us would just be in the way. Let the cops do their job”
Dingo
September 29th, 2009 at 9:41 am [Reply]

Thank heaves I wasn’t drinking anything when I read “Santaroymart.” It sounds like the tackiest warehouse with the best prices.
Dingo
September 29th, 2009 at 9:42 am [Reply]

Heavens. Thank heavens. Always use the preview button. Heavens.
hogenmogen
September 29th, 2009 at 9:42 am [Reply]

8 – Bucky’swife – I live in Kentucky, land of bourbon, tobacco, horse racing, sisterfucking and a plethora of other sins. You can select from 12 different bourbons at your local drugstore, and two or three times that number at a liquor store. So I’m out scouting for the cheapest bourbon on the shelf so I can make Christmas bourbon balls, and I choose Kentucky Gentleman. This grimy drunk dude in the aisle looks at me and says “Man, that’s harsh.” Even using a quarter cup of KY Gent for 4 dozen bourbon balls it left a taste elopuently described as “refined petroleum”. The culinary experts were in debate if it was kerosene or more like nail polish remover. Four Roses Single Barrel is good (100 proof). I’d also go with Maker’s Mark, Woodford Reserve or Elijah Craig. But yeah, there are bad bourbons.
buckyswife
September 29th, 2009 at 9:48 am [Reply]

70 Dingo: Although given the context of the sentence, “heaves” works rather nicely, too.

71 hogenmogen: Oh, I forgot about Woodford Reserve—like that one, too, and the folks at the distillery were quite friendly (poured us multiple tastes even though they were about to close, nice as could be).
One-eyed Wolfdog
September 29th, 2009 at 9:51 am [Reply]

Piranha Club is pretty widely variable in quality, but today’s had me laughing uncontrollably, and it’s a good example of a strip where it’s hard to point at precisely what the joke is. It’s just funny. Those ponies are hilarious.
hogenmogen
September 29th, 2009 at 9:52 am [Reply]

Mary Worth: He wore a bullet proof vest, and there’s no head wound. No blood anywhere. What does the hospital guy mean when he says “Looks bad”? Is it that he does not find the trim Officer Hewlett attractive?

#45 – Lesser said “Tuesday. The stretcher has actually rolled backward since Monday, unless they’re rolling it out of the hospital doors.” They are rolling it backwards (head first). The sign says “Entrance”, which would be on the outside of the door.
Écureuil Écumant
September 29th, 2009 at 9:55 am [Reply]

MW: It looks to me like the real action in Panel 1 must be offstage left, since everyone’s staring in that direction — including the house medic from the local A.A. meeting who’s delivering a fellow sufferer who apparently fell off the wagon right into the gutter. (#70 and #72, “Heaves” also works just dandy in that context.)

This is the first I’ve heard of SantaRoyMart (which simply has to be the proper capitalization). This name, which seems at first to be nothing more than a clumsy bastardization, gains more depth and resonance with every passing moment.

It rightly honors King Santa as the Czar of Marketing and Merchandising, and thereby glorifies all that makes Santa Royale — and the larger society which it exemplifies — everything they are today.
LUJBEM FEJF
September 29th, 2009 at 9:57 am [Reply]

Damn you Josh!!! Now you’ve got me reading all these frickin’ comics everyday. I got work to do!

BTW- Dick- Riddle me this…Why does Mr. Pops, or whatever his real name is, have a thumbnail in panel one and is wearing a glove in panel three? I guess he keeps going back and forth as to whether he wants to leave finger prints on his squirt gun or not.
Laugh Clown Laugh!
buckyswife
September 29th, 2009 at 9:57 am [Reply]

A3G: I suppose that after he’s dispensed medicine without any consultation, it makes sense that Dr. Aristotle would be conducting a therapy session in an addled woman’s hotel room. Next: He remembers that oh yes, he once took a class in the female reproductive system, and offers his services as an ob/gyn, if she’ll just lie down over here.
hogenmogen
September 29th, 2009 at 9:59 am [Reply]

Hi, Louis and Garbageman: So he not only goes through everyone’s trash looking for documents that can be used to perpetrate identity theft, but he records them in a form that he later can use to forecast economic trends. I want to see more of this shadowy Cigarette Smoking Man.
One-eyed Wolfdog
September 29th, 2009 at 10:02 am [Reply]

You know, if the strip’s going to be centered on a boy and a dog, it sure would be nice if Basset could draw a decent-looking dog, instead of what I — despite my soft heart and oft-noted, fastidious avoidance of coarse vernacular — would have to describe as basically a fucked-up schmoo.
One-eyed Wolfdog
September 29th, 2009 at 10:09 am [Reply]

MC: “I’ve never seen a purple shark, I never… oh, wait. Huh.”
MolyBendum
September 29th, 2009 at 10:11 am [Reply]

– Dick Tracy –
Bozo McNimblenuts!! You are not “circus people”, you are a paroled felon trying to kill the guy who put you in jail!! Well, despite that fact, at least this is starting to move and inch or two ahead. But to whom, exactly, would Ringo expose the circus people? Did Ringo think he’d waltz into the local police department where the circus was that weekend and say “Pardon me, fine sir, but could I trouble you to come arrest all the people with whom I work at the circus? They’ve told me all their secrets and won’t pay me the money I want to keep quiet.” Newspapers might be in a pinch right now, but they aren’t going to come out of it doing an exposé on a traveling circus. Their families obviously don’t give a fuck about them because they let them run off and join the circus. Sheesh, whatever. I swear, Dick, you better kill all these morons then feed their dead bodies to the tiger.

#76 Jeff – Yeah when the gun first poked out from behind the curtain there was no glove on the hand. Then there was. Now I think it’s some kind of running gag or something. As if the plot itself isn’t enough of a gag. Laugh Clown Laugh! Indeed, someone has to.
queek
September 29th, 2009 at 10:11 am [Reply]

B. Raccoon, sir, there are limits to proper behavior, and the incitement thereof:

http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/epic-fail-parenting-racoon-fail.jpg
Lesser Whark
September 29th, 2009 at 10:13 am [Reply]

#74 hogenmogen: He could be moving head-first on Monday, but by Tuesday the motion lines show that the stretcher is moving to the right.

Maybe they’re actually playing ’spin the bottle’ with the gurney outside the entrance doors. It would explain why the bystanders keep changing.
Artist formerly known as Ben
September 29th, 2009 at 10:17 am [Reply]

9/29

DT: Take an executive-turned-whistleblower. Give him a cover job as a ringmaster, even though he doesn’t have any performing experience. Set him up with a circus staffed entirely with paranoid criminals on the lam. I guess anyone can join the FBI if they have a sufficiently sadistic sense of humor.

GA: So apparently this isn’t a dream sequence, but merely mind-numbingly stupid plot #googolplex. So Bird gave tickets to his concert to pretty much everyone he knew, except for Gertie. That seems like a pretty clear indicator of “just not that into you.”

S-M: Spidey’s symbolic castration of this ludicrous Capone wannabe might look pretty cool. Might, that is, if we hadn’t seen him needlessly cave in a charming little downtown bistro, probably killing everyone inside. Now it just looks like misplaced priorities.

FC: Mee-ow, Dolly.

WofI: Hope the owner of this freak show is at peace with the fact that he and his entire carnival are about to be sentenced to death.

Phantom: How lucky is the Snake? His warden is famed cabaret artist Bobby Short. This has got to be the most elegant and sophisticated prison in all of Bangalla.

H&L: “It’s kind of a drag, man. I go through all the trouble of stealing credit card numbers, and half the ime I find out they’re cancelling the account.”

Luann: Mrs Degroot must be so happy to find out that her daughter plans to wait for just the right john before she sells her cooch.

Crock: A three-way mirror is a mirror you put on the ceiling when you’re having a three-way, right? Pretty louche humor there. And not something I want to associate with any of the characters I’ve seen in Crock.

FW: Life stinks? That ain’t the half of it. These two are obviously younger clones of Funky Winkerbean and Les Moore. That means their elder alphas will be calling on them soon for replacement organs. Life will be the full Hobbesian trifecta of brutish, nasty and short.
buckyswife
September 29th, 2009 at 10:24 am [Reply]

82 queek: I don’t know; I’ve met some children whom I wouldn’t mind feeding to wild raccoons. What do you think, B. Racoon? Screaming toddler with a nice merlot?
Perky Bird
September 29th, 2009 at 10:35 am [Reply]

Pluggers: A Plugger tries to pay a dollar toll with a quarter and a coupon for 75 cents off a box of Hamburger Helper.
commodorejohn
September 29th, 2009 at 10:38 am [Reply]

Archie – You should also get a real iPhone instead of what is apparently a paperback book with the Apple logo on the back. Also, Cammie has quite the, um…unique hat today.

Crankshaft – Well this certainly promises a week full of fun.

DT – Uh, so what are you planning to do with that gun, then?

GT – Yeah, that’s totally Josh. I love this strip.

Luann – The moral of today’s Luann: Money isn’t everything, but it’s still a lot. Charming.

MT – I think Bob has forgotten that he’s actually a poacher.

MW – They’re not wheeling him in, they’re hauling off for an attempt to rocket him down the hall.

SM – Well. That was certainly an exciting, action-packed climax.
Comcis Fan
September 29th, 2009 at 10:57 am [Reply]

In college, I was a member of an “honorary spirit and service organization,” the name of which I am too mortified to reveal here, and the pledges were known as Weenies. Weenies had to wear Weenie Beanies to the meetings, and each meeting someone was named “Weenie of the Week.” There were songs celebrating Weenie Beenies and the Weenie of the Week. (If I am willing to reveal all this and not disclose the name of the group, you can only imagine.)

I never was named a Weenie of the Week. I chose to end my status as a ***** long before graduation. I plan to stick around here, possibly THE most entertaining and intelligent site on the Internet. It would be exciting if one of my brilliant or snarky observations qualifies at a COTW at some point, even if I never was a Weenie of the Week.
Naked Bunny with a Whip
September 29th, 2009 at 11:12 am [Reply]

@Perky Bird: A Plugger’s time is worth less than 70 cents per hour.
Dingo
September 29th, 2009 at 11:13 am [Reply]

Said in the voice of Nancy Marchand

Comcis Fan, hhhhhhogwash. Inside each and every curmudgeon is an inner weinie who knew that Janis Ian wrote each and every one of her songs for them, even if they were only three at the time. EmBRACE your weinie, dear! Here, that child can roam free, skipping and hopping through the dandelions of Bloom County or the flesh-strewn backyard of Marmaduke. I only wish that I could have sat in on one of your meetings, if only to bat my eyelashes and gush at the building snarkdom within you all.
bats :[
September 29th, 2009 at 11:14 am [Reply]

54. ladadog: well, you know…great minds…
Gold-Digging Nanny
September 29th, 2009 at 11:15 am [Reply]

52 Frank Parsnip — Nice difference-finding, sir! I salute you.

By the way, everyone, I normally put a contest up on I Found All Six on Tuesdays where I let my readers find one of the differences in that day’s strip. Traditionally I don’t post the winning entry and the rest of my differences for months, because I am hopelessly behind, but I think this week in honor of this very special DEATH COMES TO SIX DIFFERENCES contest, I’m going to break with tradition and post the winner this week provided I get some good entries right away.
Poteet
September 29th, 2009 at 11:19 am [Reply]

# 49 Lesser Whark — Hahaha! Thanks for the play-by-play analysis.

Re your final question, I’m sure that a guy with gunshot wounds would be routine in many emergency rooms. But in my part of rural Iowa, he would be a really big deal. It would be interesting to know more about the population, location, and demographics of Santa Royale. On second thought, no it wouldn’t.

This has probably been observed, but it looked as if a few of those briefcase-totin’ gun-wavin’ drug dealers were wounded during the raid. I assume they were left bleeding to death on the floor of the Santaroymart warehouse, as serves them right.
The Divine OF
September 29th, 2009 at 11:20 am [Reply]

Red Greenback, just gotta say: sexy wrist!
Écureuil Écumant
September 29th, 2009 at 11:21 am [Reply]

87 commodorejohn says: “Cammie has quite the, um…unique hat today.”

Yeah, man, Hendrix would be happy to see he’s still getting props. Now show us the bandanna tied around one knee of her elephant bells.

88 Comcis Fan: Given that particular, um, chapter of your life history — perhaps the ribald song mashups in here might just be the mustard on your buns?

Josh really should devote a chapter to them (the songs, not your buns) in his book.
Poteet
September 29th, 2009 at 11:21 am [Reply]

# 55 Monkeyhawk — I remember your good snarking, and am glad it still lives in the archives.
mvg
September 29th, 2009 at 11:23 am [Reply]

S-M: Looks like the impact was enough to deploy the car’s Emergency Henchman on the front passenger side. (Our paper doesn’t have Spidey on Sundays, so unless he appeared there, that balding, shades-wearing hood has not been in a single panel of this sequence until now.)

FW: And the misery continues for another generation. Unless these Funky/Les clones opt to shake off their inky chains & go Columbine on the other characters. Probably just a matter of whether Bathos stays on the recommended dosages or not.

RMMD: “I managed to keep her at home for nearly four years… I soundproofed the basement, painted the windows black and added triple locks. If not for that meter reader she’d still be there. *sniff* Mommy… You know, Becka, you look a lot like Mommy– er, my mother did when she was younger. Maybe we should go check to see if she wandered back home, maybe to the basement…”

GT: Wait, why did Angry Pickup Guy swing on Duncan? Is this some sort of “strobe” storytelling, where we only actually see EVERY OTHER panel of the strip & hafta imagine what happens between them?
AhClem
September 29th, 2009 at 11:24 am [Reply]

MW – SantaRoyMart? Roy and Sylvia Claus use that warehouse to stock up the goods they distribute to all the kids on Christmas eve. With the big bust, fewer kids will be getting heroin in their stockings this year.

Lame, but that’s all I’ve got.
Écureuil Écumant
September 29th, 2009 at 11:25 am [Reply]

93 Poteet: “I assume [the wounded dealers] were left bleeding to death on the floor of the Santaroymart warehouse, as serves them right.”

Au contraire, they were transported in the confinement chamber of the cops’ rape-mobile to the hospital’s loading dock. Dr. Jeff is scrubbing for the organ harvesting as this is written.
Gold-Digging Nanny
September 29th, 2009 at 11:25 am [Reply]

Also — great comments of the week! Especially TruthOfAngels and commodorejohn — nicely done!
Poteet
September 29th, 2009 at 11:26 am [Reply]

I dreamed two nights ago that I was living in my parents’ house again, though for some reason their living room looked like a small warehouse, and I dreamed that Alice Mitchell dropped by for a visit. At least Dennis wasn’t with her.
KarMann
September 29th, 2009 at 11:30 am [Reply]

FW: Does anyone know if any of those smelly ingredients in permanent markers cause cancer? I think I remember them including organics ending in -ene, usually a bad sign, which would figure. Cf. today’s F-Minus, too.
Muffaroo
September 29th, 2009 at 11:37 am [Reply]

9CL – Since the apparent 180 degree shift makes it hard to tell what’s happened here, several possibilities exist.
1) Amos ran to Edda with such vigor that he dragged her six feet beyond Mary, who turns to watch them, thinking as she does what an utter waste her life is now that she can’t even interest the radioactive nerd who used to pant after her like an imprinted puppy dog.
2) Amos’s powerful magnetism sucked Edda straight to him like a TV screen sucks dust out of the air, leaving Mary to unwillingly visualize the two of them in Belgium, hands instinctively shielding her crotch at the thought.
3) Mary picked Edda up and flung her at Amos to keep his Edda-stained hands off of her, and now she’s rubbing her shoulder after the strain of hurling a 97-pound ballerina at a former stalker.
4) Mary dropped dead on seeing Amos with his arms out, and as her spirit floats heavenward on the paper-colored void, Amos and Edda stand next to the stiff and contemplate another ’stiff.’
5) Mary is actually lying on her back, merely feigning death, and Edda and Amos are leaping through the air in defiance of gravity, as ballerinas and their paramours so often do in these here comical strips.
6) What we took for Amos is really Masky McDeath, who has been methodically killing every character in the strip. Perfect.

Blondie – Dagwood is puzzled by the sheer novelty of a punchline he never heard in the 20s, 30s, 40s, or 50s.

Dick – “Killin’ is too good for him.” “… that’s why I’ve been standing here explaining. This is his punishment! Understand? Now, to continue…”

Doonesbury – Z, you fight the voles with traps (yeah, I know — too inhumane) or by fighting the moles that make the tunnels they run in, and you do that by applying Milky Spore, which kills the grubs the moles eat. I guess I do remember something from my years at the garden center.

Gil – Nope, I can’t follow this at all. I didn’t realize until now how much I’ve come to rely on Marty Moon to explain stuff to me.
Muffaroo
September 29th, 2009 at 11:40 am [Reply]

Slylock – Six diferences:
1) In the second panel, she’s been watching that fish long enough to know it’s not going to move on its own.
2) And it was her favorite fish.
3) And she knows that the second fish doesn’t know yet and she feels bad for it.
4) And it has occurred to her that those fish mate for life, so the second fish will die of a broken heart when it finds out about the first fish.
5) And she feels guilty because she has never fed them.
6) And the cat just passed gas.

formerly Ben @36 – Fittin’? In Hootin’ Holler? Shee-oot, yeah! (…tongue-lolling, open-mouthed toothless grin…)

buckyswife @63 – Mark wears khaki because it’s his color! He has a khaki aura.

commodorejohn @87 – Your MW crack brought audible chuckles.
Calvin's Cardboard Box
September 29th, 2009 at 11:45 am [Reply]

#103 – Muffaroo – Doonesbury

Or, you let a 6-month-old tabby loose in the back yard, bringing about Molocalypse 2009. For a few weeks there were up to 3-4 dead moles a day turning up on the Welcome mat. And, then, no mole.
geogeek
September 29th, 2009 at 11:49 am [Reply]

Fellow Curmudgeons,

I have a sort of odd request for cartoon help: I’ve spend about a hour trying to find an on-line version of a Doonesbury cartoon and cannot turn it up!

I’m looking for the Sunday strip in which Jeff reads an encyclopedia article and re-writes it in close paraphrase. The end of the strip has Joanie coming up and saying something like “Wow, your writing skill have really improved, huh?”

If anyone can find this, or has it in hard copy and would be willing to post it online for me, I would really appreciate it. I used to have one that I photocopied and handed out to students as a “don’t bother doing this, it doesn’t tell me anything about whether you understand this stuff” example, and lost it about a year ago. Or, in fact, if you know the approximate date for some weird reason, that would help too.

Thanks,
geogeek
Perky Bird
September 29th, 2009 at 11:50 am [Reply]

Pluggers also avoid toll roads because they’re disappointed the toll booths don’t actually give out Toll House cookies.
B. Racoon
September 29th, 2009 at 11:51 am [Reply]

#82 queek – The picture you show dipicts raccoons of the old order. The New Order of racoons would never be caught in such a situation. What baffles me is why any human would wish to sacrifice their child to raccoons. Have you no decency man?
By the way, while I am not the leader of the New Order of racoons but I am their selected spokesperson. One of the facets of the new racoon is the ability to mind meld. Here is a picture of one of us practicing on a chicken. We’re actually getting quite good at it. This chicken revealed that she is all for our movement and will gladly supply eggs.
Remember, we of the New Order are not dangerous. We want to be your friends.
odinthor
September 29th, 2009 at 11:57 am [Reply]

Phantom. — The CDC would like to alert the public that the highly contagious Mark Trail Random Bolding Syndrome has spread to this strip, and requests all conscientious readers to make liberal use of Wite-Out™ to tame the contagion. Thank you.

Love Is . . . — Taking your exhibitionism show on the road when it’s not appreciated at home.
Naked Bunny with a Whip
September 29th, 2009 at 11:59 am [Reply]

@Perky Bird: They don’t? Dang. I guess I’ll have to take some snacks with me when I drive to Chicago. *sighs*
buckyswife
September 29th, 2009 at 12:16 pm [Reply]

106 geogeek: I may have it, for the same reason you did. It’s in my office files, though, and I won’t be in until tomorrow, so someone might be able to help you before then. If not, I’ll look for it.
bats :[
September 29th, 2009 at 12:19 pm [Reply]

75. Écureuil Écumant: as the reclamation and gentrification of this run-down area of the city (heaves! is it possible that there even IS a run-down area of Santa Royale?), I believe Donald Trump is bank-rolling a new casino there, the Trump SantaRoyMart.
It’s going to be wonderful, I just know it…
Muffaroo
September 29th, 2009 at 12:21 pm [Reply]

Calvin’s Cardboard Box @105 – We used to have moles in our yard in Virginia, judging from the holes. One day I was driving to work or something, three or four blocks from our house, and something was incessantly zagging from one side of the street to the other. I stopped and looked at it — seemed almost like one of those Japanese wind-up toys that paddled in the water. Then I figured out that it was a mole, trapped between the curbs. When it hit one, it reversed and zoomed over to the other. Repeat. So I had to do something. I managed to get in its way, and when it hit my foot, it stopped cold. Playing possum, I hoped. I gingerly picked it up — using my cap, I think — and briefly considered what to do with it. I couldn’t put it in someone’s yard, and I was leery of trying to carry it for more than a few seconds, so I tossed it onto a soft pile of leaves in the demi-block where the street split around some trees. It lay there like a beanie baby. I watched it for a half a minute and went on my way again.

I figure when I was out of sight, it probably offered up a silent prayer and then dived into the ground, coming up in my yard.
Alkibiades
September 29th, 2009 at 12:21 pm [Reply]

~~Santaroymart~~ Santorumart

Fixed
Uncle Lumpy
September 29th, 2009 at 12:22 pm [Reply]

#102 KarMann –

Xylene. And yes.
Comcis Fan
September 29th, 2009 at 12:28 pm [Reply]

# 90 Thanks, Dingo. I certainly never wanted to identify with Janis Ian!
bats :[
September 29th, 2009 at 12:30 pm [Reply]

82. queek: hey, now. B. Raccoon is merely taking advantage of a very stupid situation. It’s not like he set up this viewing area, called in some of his buddies, looked all cute and sweet and hungry, waved his little paw in the…
oh, never mind.

(I believe that B. Raccoon is on the “short list” to star as the master villain in the next Bond film. He *will* make sure there is a lot of Raccoon ‘n’ Craig nudity.)
Flymaster
September 29th, 2009 at 12:33 pm [Reply]

Does Jumble Jeff write the Comic AND the Puzzle? Or is it a Taupin/John situation?
B. Racoon
September 29th, 2009 at 12:37 pm [Reply]

#117 Bats :[ – Just as a reminder, we of the New Order have removed one “C” from our name. It was not needed. We try to streamline when necessary.
As for the Bond movie, what makes you think I’ll be the villian? Daniel Craig cannot last forever.
LUJBEM FEJF
September 29th, 2009 at 12:39 pm [Reply]

Yes it is a Taupin/John situation. Thanks for the comparison. Mike Argirion gives me the puns and I work my magic.
Now I’m off to buy some more funky glasses. I think I’ll go for a Captain Fantastic look today.
buckyswife
September 29th, 2009 at 12:42 pm [Reply]

112 bats:[ —Oooh—all lilac and salmon and gold leaf, the Trumpian excess combined with the Charterstonian synthetic-fabric ethos! The signature restaurant will be Le Scampi, and the bar, Pool Party by Trump, with high-end Potato-ade cocktails.

and at 117: I don’t know if I’m squicked out or intrigued by the idea of raccoon/Craig nudity…..
Darkefang
September 29th, 2009 at 12:44 pm [Reply]

DT: Giant trailer or tiny circus? You be the judge.
Chyron HR
September 29th, 2009 at 12:47 pm [Reply]

#120 LUJBEM FEJF – If this Aragorn guy can’t come up with a gag for the comic above, might I suggest:

Q: What did the cops do with the hipster blogger?

A: They “STONED” him.
bats :[
September 29th, 2009 at 1:02 pm [Reply]

121. buckyswife: Bow-tie. Cumberbund. That’s it. Must I go on? Better yet, must Dingo go on?
buckyswife
September 29th, 2009 at 1:06 pm [Reply]

119 B. Racoon: “Daniel Craig cannot last forever.”

Believe me, in my feverish imagination, he can.
Niall
September 29th, 2009 at 1:24 pm [Reply]

Mary Worth: I was really really glad to have had the time to check the Chron page at home and not at work. Santaroymart. This could only be a giant present for us. I mean, come on… Also, panel 2, that cop seems to be shaking his fist in impotent rage: “Oh, those nasty drug dealers!” Or else he’s cheering Mysterious Cop on. “You can make it! We believe in you! Ra! Ra! Ra!”

Pluggers: actually, judging from the Pennsylvania address, I can pretty much guess the person means the PA/NJ toll. I drove it recently, and avoiding it seemed a fairly lengthy detour, like at least 30 minutes more. I guess Pluggers don’t mind wasting more money in gas than it would have cost to pay the toll. Way to get ahead.

63. buckyswife: the expression “Parade o’ Tatas” is absurdedly funny.

69. Dingo (my my, look at that): Oh, I think we all did a little bit of heave-ing when we read Santaroymart…

121. buckyswife: if it’s racoon nudity you want, I’m sure I can find some. The ’squicked or intrigued’ part will remain. (And if I say anything to 125, I’m in trouble, I just know it.)

As for alcohol of choice, I admit I’m more likely to sip from single malt whiskey than bourbon – however, I’m willing to admit that there has to be better stuff than Jack Daniels. The “always new cask” process and single distillation, on the other hand, would take some getting used to… However, we can have buckyswife’s 100 proof bourbon battle my 117 proof cask strength peated irish whisky. :)

buckyswife, if you go to Ireland, make sure to go to Midleton; the last of the small independent distilleries, no longer fully operating, but home to some of the best stuff – and after the self-done tour, you have a shot available of your choice. And now they’ve restarted distilling stuff, though it won’t be ready until 2013 at the least.
Comcis Fan
September 29th, 2009 at 1:25 pm [Reply]

Baby Blues: Did the writer look at what happened in FBoFW and decide to stop aging the family when Wren reached the crawling stage?
Bootsy
September 29th, 2009 at 1:44 pm [Reply]

Sean Connery in “Dr. NO” can last forever.

On one’s “likker of choice”: I recently was at a bar specializes in moonshine, and had a shot of CatDaddy. It tasted like eggnog and had a smooth kick. Perfect dessert moonshine.

Won’t go into the old “how does a woman hold her liquor? By the ears” joke. Oh wait, I just did.
queek
September 29th, 2009 at 1:57 pm [Reply]

126: JD, like Evan Williams, isn’t bourbon. Its Tennessee sippin’ whiskey, a close cousin, but with less standards*. Bourbon, by definition, must come from Kentucky.

*somewhat like Carla, to borrow an example.
Melissa
September 29th, 2009 at 6:24 pm [Reply]

to the owner of Penny the rabbit – consider checking out the house rabbit society website http://rabbit.org/ If your rabbit is having these issues most likely he is lacking something or needs something (toys, needs to be neutered, doesn’t like the way you approach him, etc). Rabbit are great, but also greatly misunderstood.
so… I hope this gets to Penny’s keeper!
Lisa
September 29th, 2009 at 10:10 pm [Reply]

The bunny with the Margo ears is really cute, but, from the description, it sounds like it might be a relative of Bunnicula… Eep.
TruthOfAngels
September 30th, 2009 at 2:46 pm [Reply]

Comment Of The Week? You like me, you really like me!

My mum’s going to be so proud! My sisters, not so much.
Nicias
October 3rd, 2009 at 5:24 pm [Reply]

Obviously Margo would argue for intervention in Sicily, then defect to the Spartans.

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