Love and the silver screen
Curtis, 11/9/09
This may not be interesting to anybody else (though really, what’s the point of having a blog if you can’t write about things that aren’t interesting to anybody else?), but I was sort of intrigued by Curtis’s father describing The Day After Tomorrow as a “Dennis Quaid movie.” I mean, yes, Quaid got top billing, but the film featured an ensemble cast, and you certainly wouldn’t call it a Dennis Quaid vehicle. It got me wondering whether films with large casts jockeying for screentime aren’t sort of Rorschach tests, with people seeing as most prominent the actor with whom they have the most in common. So, whereas middle-aged dad Greg Wilkins might call the film a Dennis Quaid movie, younger adults might consider it a Jake Gyllenhaal flick, whereas short sixtysomething Brits would identify it as an Ian Holm film. (As a believer in the auteur theory, I’d call it a Roland Emmerich movie myself, and who else is going out on opening day with me to see 2012, the latest from history’s greatest artiste of delightful computer-generated mass destruction? Anyone? Anyone?)
Getting back to the comic, I’m sort of amused by Curtis’s “Um, yeah” in panel three. “Dad, The Day After Tomorrow was a huge Hollywood blockbuster with an enormous marketing budget, so obviously I saw it. I’m the film industry’s perfect consumer! It’s like they grew me in a lab!”
Shoe, 11/9/09
Have you ever noticed that virtually all of Shoe’s distasteful romantic interludes are depicted as occurring in bars? I’m not just talking about the creepy courtship; even the sort of relationship talks that you’d expect to take place at home, or in the car, or in one of the more secluded booths at Pizza Hut, or really just somewhere that provides a little privacy, are instead aired out with Shoe and some interchangeable member of his cast of soul-deadened lady birds bellied up to the same bar where they presumably first set bleary, bloodshot eyes on one another. It leads one to believe each partner has someone or something at home that much be kept in the dark (e.g., children, spouse) or kept secret (e.g., porn collection, spouse) about/from the other. The logical conclusion is that the entire duration of these ephemeral relationships takes place at smoke-filled watering holes, with the drunken lovers hopefully retiring to the backseat of one of their cars to get it on rather than taking up a valuable toilet stall in the men’s room.
Marvin, 11/9/09
In somehow even more distasteful romantic news, today we learn what odor Marvin finds sexually arousing: the unguent one has smeared on one’s nether parts to soothe rashes caused by sitting in one’s own urine or feces for extended periods of time.
Marmaduke, 11/9/09
Hey, lady, don’t try to impose your square heteronormality on Marmaduke! Unfettered by humanity’s hang-ups, he’s free in his polymorphously perverse state to flirt with either the carefully groomed poodle or the big butch terrier, or both, whatever strikes his fancy. And anyway, this being Marmaduke, he’s probably not planning to “flirt with” anyone so much as to “kill and eat” them.
Funky Winkerbean, 11/9/09
Meanwhile, Wally Winkerbean, his life torn apart by a cruel twist of fate and his mind tortured by traumatic brain injury and PTSD, has decided to drink himself to death. Gonna be a fun week!
November 9th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
M-Duke: Perhaps this is the doggie-style of swinging, or bitch-swapping as it were. Thus, Marm’s owner is about to have her world expanded significantly.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:12 pm
y212 Niall: Limerick Fiesta! Yay, you!
November 9th, 2009 at 3:13 pm
What makes you think that isn’t what Shoe’s home looks like? Seems like a perfect fit to me.
Don’t worry about Wally and the alcohol. He’s just shopping for his brother.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
Argh, Funky is Wally’s uncle, isn’t he? Sigh…
November 9th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
Luann – Oh man! We’re back to self-righteous Delta again.
Lio – The downside of X-Ray vision.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:17 pm
Shoe would be far more humorous if the second frame revealed Shoe to be wearing a diaper, and the bird-lady was reaching for the giant novelty safety pin affixed to it. Wait, did I say “more humorous”? I meant “more creepy.”
November 9th, 2009 at 3:19 pm
So, old man Curtis is too beat to take a guess, but he has the energy to obliquely reference a bad disaster movie and Dennis Quaid, of all people, in order to get across a point that could have been summed up by saying “Lousy”. This is the most poorly-written strip currently running, well, next to Adam @ Home.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:20 pm
Roland Emmerich has a new movie coming out? YESSSSS! I’ll go! I’ll go!
And I believe the term you want is “heteronormativity.” And I think the second Marvin 11/9/09 is actually “Marmaduke 11/9/09.” But I can see the confusion, since they’re both about butt-sniffing.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:20 pm
Off to see 2012 opening day, eh? Not for me.
Instead, I’ll wait for the sequel, set 100 years later, and called “2112″! I got to see what the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx have planned for me that day.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
And I think I’m late for my Compulsive Editor’s Anonymous meeting… I am powerless over my urge to proofread…
November 9th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
Who wants to start a spread on how Wally dies/is injured badly, and when?
November 9th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
and was that Editors’ or Editor’s???
November 9th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
I believe Wally is popping the tab on one of those beers in the last panel. Delightful!
November 9th, 2009 at 3:25 pm
Goddammit, stop changing the subject and tell me what the surprise is, Billingsley!
Oh wait, I don’t care.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
Jackuul: Wally loses control of his overloaded grocery cart, crashes into the “Beer” display, and several tons of generic alcohol comes tumbling down onto his head, which puts him in a coma and starts an 18-month series of strips on the right to die with dignity, earning Batuik a Pulitzer in journalism and giving us increasingly depressing FW strips until 2012, when armageddon finally gives us blissful release from his crap strip…
November 9th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
Kill…eat…flirt…all part of the whole, really.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
MT: Elrod could elevate this story line for me if he had a SHRIKE come for Sassy!
November 9th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
# 1 Bob — Psst! Just a friendly word of caution. The following is #1 on the Posting and Discussion Policies for this site: “Don’t post a FIRST POST! just for the sake of posting a FIRST POST!”
*tiptoes away*
November 9th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
This is a perfect, perfect example of why I don’t read Marvin. If you need me, I’ll be in the bathroom, clawing my eyes out.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
10: yay!
November 9th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
#1 Bob.
Josh is fully capable of banning users, should they tempt him.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
FW — Thanks for telling me that the drinker is Wally Winkerbean. I have trouble telling the characters apart sometimes, and anyway, there are so many reasons to drink in Funkytown that I figured it could be anyone.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:30 pm
# 28 commodorejohn
At least you won’t be in the bathroom sniffing the diaper cream.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:32 pm
I regret ever having contemplated what happened between panels 1 & 2 of Marvin.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
Luann: Is there a topic, (community service, veterans, firefighters, children’s library programs) that can’t present from an overtly sexual angle?
I hope not.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
Even more disturbing is that Marvin’s little girlfriend can apparently levitate a few centimeters above the floor, entirely on the power of her diaper cream.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:34 pm
SHOE — A relationship talk in a secluded booth at Pizza Hut. Not great, but better than the Bum Boat.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
Y224 poteet,
Reading the weekday Slylock puzzles doesn’t trouble me much. For some reason the Sunday solutions are a bear for me, though. (Sometimes a bear in a suit.)
November 9th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
FW: Who the heck drinks themself to death on light beer? Talk about half-assing it.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
# 20 commodorejohn — I second that emotion.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
Meanwhile, Crankshaft enlists the garage mechanic in buffing the scratch marks off the door, as well as prying the remains of the mother out from under the wheelwell.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
GAH! HOVER-BABY!
November 9th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
Wally’s going to drink himself stupid on generic, no-name brand grocery store beer? C’mon, man, get something good, have a little fun with it. Oops, did I just tell a Funky Winkerbean character to have fun? Sorry, don’t know what I was thinking. Carry on, Wally.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:37 pm
Niall, yesterthread, love the limericks. Especially the Dick Tracy one. One cannot wish death upon all of them enough.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
FW – Maybe the girls from Luann ought to go visit Wally to cheer him up.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
In Spiderman, Sandman loses his motivation and falters during the second act. C’mon, man, focus!
November 9th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
FW: They look like soda cans. Combine all that caffeine with sodium soaked frozen dinners and he’s headed for dehydration city. Perhaps he’ll succumb to a fatal charlie horse when that masked butler asks him to tango.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:40 pm
ZOMG CURTIS WHAT’S THE SURPRISE IN STORE FOR US TONIGHT I HAVE TO KNOW NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
November 9th, 2009 at 3:40 pm
God, I miss FBOFW. I can’t believe I posted that. As soon as Commodorejohn is through with the head, I’m going in there to repeatedly slam my fingers under the toilet seat.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
The #1 Motif of our Curtis bashing is the strip’s propensity for generic wording. So when it dares to actually drop names, we…question the correctness of its specification? Wonder why it bothered when it could retreat to the generic safety of “Lousy”? Hmmn? I would say it was unfair, but then reflect it might be like the dilemma of yelling at strips (Luann, 9 Chickweed Lane) to stop the awkward dance and get to coupling, then squirming and complaining when said coupling is played out. It’s not that we’re being hypocritical, it’s that both ends of the spectrum turn out equally squicky.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:42 pm
Yes. Be careful who you flirt with because, cartoon visual shorthand notwithstanding, you cannot determine the gender of a dog by the way its fur is groomed. Either of those dogs has a fifty percent chance of being male.
Honestly, this cartoon has no point, no punchline, no irony, and no humor value.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:43 pm
Marvin: [sniff][sniff] Ahhhh, Boudreaux’s Butt Paste, the Obsession of diaper ointment.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:43 pm
Anna Nimity #8 — Fixed the Marvin/Marmaduke problem (well, I fixed the mistyped name over the strip; I can’t actually fix the many problems with the strips themselves). As for heternomality/normativity, both words have come up with a plethora of legitimate looking Google hits, so I say eh.
Josh
November 9th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
10. stan:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDjx6aM-7VM
November 9th, 2009 at 3:45 pm
=v= A3G: That’s an awfully mannish Gucci outfit that Bobbie “Bobby” is rocking today.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:45 pm
If Marvin would have paid homage to Kilgore in Apocalypse Now by ending his thought bubble with “in the morning”, I would finally be able to cast aside all feces references for once and laugh at Marvin. Damn you, Marvin.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:45 pm
# 17 Gal Friday: LOL. Maybe a night hawk instead? :-)
FW: We’ve already seen this movie, Batiuk.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:45 pm
Josh comments that Curtis says “Um, yeah” in panel 2. But no one has commented on it being the third panel yet. This can only mean one of the following:
1) Josh didn’t see the first panel–his comic server cut it off, thereby sparing him 25% of the atrocity that is this script.
2) Everyone but me is being much more techincal in their couting and numbering the panels 0, 1, 2 and 3 instead of the more pedestrian 1, 2, 3, 4.
3) Everyone is reading the panels right-to-left. I think this is a grand idea and I further think this would make a lot of lame story lines much more interesting.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
8. Sully: I actually like Adam @ Home and don’t like My Cage.
Wait, does that make me a Plugger? Let me know at AmIaPlugger@aol.com
November 9th, 2009 at 3:47 pm
Cambiata @ y189
“I thought for a moment it was going to be about how comic artists are too lazy to set up websites and sell t-shirts in order to keep their strips alive.”
Thanks for the set up…. once again, you can buy ‘My Cage’ t-shirts and other merchandise @ http://www.cafepress.com/mycagecomic . (Josh announced it here a few months ago, so I don’t think he’d mind me re-mentioning it. :) )
November 9th, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Marvin: Not just one’s diaper cream, her diaper cream. Clearly no one wears the fragrance like Madison does.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:51 pm
Let’s not jump to any conclusions on the direction of the Funky Winkerbean story and where it will take us. Wally might be inviting some old friends to socialize with in his backyard which will turn out to be great fodder for some good laughs and punchlines in the funny pages.
DAMMIT! I smirked. I thought I could get through typing that statement with a straight face. Nah, I’m guessing that this is going to end with grim suicide via shotgun blast to the head.
November 9th, 2009 at 3:59 pm
Placing Shoe’s resistance to being “changed” so close to Marvin’s predeliction for diaper cream adds an extra layer of disgust to both strips.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:03 pm
I very seldom actually read “Get Fuzzy”; I just sort of scan it. While scanning today’s strip, the third panel made me do a double-take.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:03 pm
I’m going to wait until 2013 to see “2012″ so I can sneer and say “what idiots! They got the apocalypse all wrong!” while I cower in my survival bunker (choose one): [avoiding the 9 foot tall killer bees] [coughing from pig aids] [fighting off socialist commie nazis] [being gnawed on by zombie granny victims of national health care]
November 9th, 2009 at 4:03 pm
Today is my birthday, so of course I dashed right out to read FW!! After all, what strip consistently provides such deep belly laughs as Funky? Today delivered a jackpot! It’s not cancer (yet), or death (yet), but the potential for alcoholism just cracks me up every time!!
November 9th, 2009 at 4:05 pm
C’shaft: It’s funny because he ran over some five-year-old’s mother.
FW: See, everything in Funkytown isn’t cancer! It’s cancer and alcoholism.
Luann: And I hate to say this, but bring back Elwood! Sure he’s a creep, but at least he won’t be preaching a new Aesop every week.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:07 pm
Marvin: Of all the clever things Armstrong could have Marv thought-bubbling, he instead has him doing a plug for Madison’s™. Shameful.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:09 pm
Re:My post #54…FOURTH panel, I meant. I lost count.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:09 pm
I’ve harped on the My Cage debate in yesterthread, not to let it take up this one. You can go look if you want. :)
Y188. Artist formerly known as Ben: I think of it as the difference between the expected “Push the (cup through the hole)” and the lateral “(Push the cup) through the hole”. (Hello, Grade 2 text analysis classes! Why yes, you’re still useful!) :)
Y203. Muffaroo, to BUMBLE BEJJ: congratulations, you just described in one sentence the last 20 years of furry art, without even wanting to. I’d say it probably applies to a lot of other subculture fan art cycles.
2. (sic transit) buckyswife: Thank you! It took me most of the lunch hour to make them up. Maybe I should have waited a half-hour more before posting them, though. :)
12. Anna Nimity: neither, it’s just Editors. Because I doubt a meeting can be anonymmous by itself, as opposed to the editors attending it…
34. Bootsy: thank you! For some reason, the DT one just wrote itself…
Josh: to be as bad as Anna Nimity, I’ll say that Curtis’ referenced word balloon is in panel three, not panel two.
48. Lare: see, you’re not the only one. :)
49. Carlo: No, it makes you an individual with individual tastes. To each their own. :)
I’m afflicted with smileyitis…
November 9th, 2009 at 4:12 pm
17. Girl Friday: I’m holding out for a rogue band of cattails.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:13 pm
FW
Why is everyone thinking that Wally is going to hurt himself and suffer? He’s been through so much that further injury wouldn’t make much of an impact… to himself.
Hurting others though, through drunkenness or PTSD… that’s tragedy! Imagine if a certain band teacher lost her other arm in another drunk driving accident…
November 9th, 2009 at 4:14 pm
It used to be that I really despised Marmaduke, until I learned that Great Danes typically live for only about seven years. Which makes me feel a lot better.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:17 pm
It figures that in the joyless existential Gehenna that is Funkytown, no one can ever just enjoy a beer. It has to be the beginning of some awful downward spiral.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:17 pm
Wanna know how slow the action in Dick Tracy has been? Mary Worth popped in and said, “Hey, pick it up a little, for chrissakes!”
November 9th, 2009 at 4:18 pm
Ever since FW has gotten “serious” it has never truly lived up to it’s apocalyptic hype. Funky turns into a drunk and what happens? He bangs his car into some stupid trash cans and immediately hurries, chastened, to rehab. A bunch of high school kids party and get into a car and some silly broad loses an arm. BFD! Whatisname’s wife whatsername gets cancer and takes about TEN FRIGGING YEARS to finally die. I was so sick of the pseudodrama that I was praying she’d be murdered by a serial killer, and I know I wasn’t the only one. Nothing in this running sore of a strip can compare with the exciting, much more convincing drama offered up weekly in Prince Valiant. Puh-lease!
November 9th, 2009 at 4:18 pm
Thanks, CJ at #44!
I needed that!
November 9th, 2009 at 4:20 pm
I’m hoping that today’s “Curtis” marks a new, twisted payola-style scheme to save the comics industry and help save the film industry from the evils of the Internet. Specifically, I’m hoping that Dennis Quaid (or anyone else involved in “The Day After Tomorrow”) paid “Curtis” creator Ray Billingsley for the little advertisement for their film. After months of profits from Mark Trail discussing the latest Disney animal movies, Cathy talking about the latest romantic comedy, and similar advertisements, this system could produce the hysterical end result of “Herb and Jamaal” accidentally driving up box office receipts for the latest Paris Hilton movie after trying to plug “2012″ by mentioning “that scary film about the end of the world.”
I congratulate “Shoe” for its attempts to boil what should be lengthy, sincere conversations about relationships into a text message zinger. We haven’t seen that type of concise wit since the last canceled sit-com.
Before today’s “Marvin,” I had never considered the sex lives of babies. Now I’ll be drinking heavily for the next ten years trying to scrub that vile concept out of my brain.
Just when we all thought the terrifying hell hound Marmaduke couldn’t get any scarier, they decided to make him an omnisexual, making the risk of horrific canine-leg humping much more realistic and probable.
Finally, someone in the Funkyverse has realized that the only ways out of the never-ending horror and depression are through self-medication and/or death. Given the vast amounts of depression and mild horror that strip inflicts on both its characters and its readership, I fully expect that any day it will start billing itself as “Stephen King’s Funky Winkerbean.”
November 9th, 2009 at 4:20 pm
Garfield: Holy shit, an actual funny Garfield this year!
How? How!?
Simple. Change of setting and a not retarded joke. I.E. they finally left the fucking house.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:20 pm
FW: I looked at this wrong at first, and thought Wally was putting a six-pack in his cart in panel 2, then thinking better of it and putting it back in panel 3. Now I see that he’s actually putting a second six-pack of room-temperature beer in his cart. Obviously the idea of a veteran drinking himself into a stupor is a laff, while the idea of a veteran trying to overcome his demons is not. That’s why I’m not a professional comics artist like Tom Batiuk.
MT: Sassy has nothing to worry about. Poachy McSideburns and Sensitive Bob have just scared away every gator in the swamp with their incessant bold-face bickering.
PBS: Hey, Pastis really was going to run a series a series of strips about Guard Duck and some cows when Rat hijacked the story! Hooray for continuity!
9CL: I’d like to comment on how pretentious it is to use an archaic word like “daren’t” in any setting, let alone a comic strip, but I, um, don’t dare.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:21 pm
Just a few comics observations:
Sunday PBS: I’ve always loved Corona commercials (like Santa riding on a Norelco electric razor, it just isn’t the holidays until I see the Corona ad with the lighting of the palm tree)…this was great. Go, Danny Donkey!
MW: GET ON WITH IT!
Phantom: see MW (although not quite as excruciatingly mind-numbing).
DT: see MW (squared).
Do some of these cartoonist need to be a limited series (like on Sunday-only, a la Prince Valiant)? Geez, if the storyline is this thin, don’t take up valuable real estate during the week.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:26 pm
Er, and thanks to several pointers — I’ve now fixed the Curtis panel-numbering issue.
Josh
November 9th, 2009 at 4:27 pm
MT – So is Sassy going to turn into one of those amputee dogs that runs around with its hind quarters on a little cart? Because that would be really cute, in a sick kind of way.
9CL – This strip is getting more and more like Pibgorn. Everyone turns out to be a fuckin’ demon.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:35 pm
Curtis: The surprise is that Curtis found the sequel to the “Girls Gone Wild: The Syrup Chapter.” In keeping with the breakfast theme, this one features plus-sized girls and is called “Girls Gone Wild: The Pigs-in-a-Blanket Chapter.”
November 9th, 2009 at 4:35 pm
Bob Jackson (MT), meet Sandman (S-M). Sandman, Bob Jackson….
November 9th, 2009 at 4:36 pm
73. cheech wizard: not so much a demon as the Joker’s kid sister wandering the streets of Gotham City.
Maybe Seth is one of the grown-up wards of millionaire Bruce Wayne…
November 9th, 2009 at 4:38 pm
A3G: I want Bobbie Merrill and Margo to meet in an epic showdown. And for Tommie to be collateral damage.
FW: How nice! Wally is having a party to celebrate his return! Or maybe the beer is on special, so he is stocking up to realize greater savings. Either way, it’s always good to see a nice normal depiction of adult drinking in popular media.
MW: The look on Scott’s face in panel two, as he realizes he’s not getting out of this engagement, is just perfect.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:41 pm
Marvin: Whatever’s in that butt cream, it obviously splits the hydrogen off of her copious hydrogen sulfide gases, turning her into a sort of human Hindpartsenburg. I can understand Marvin’s reaction, since hydrogen is odorless and the remaining elemental sulfur actually doesn’t reek quite as atrociously as H2S.
FW: Nawp, ’tain’t soady. It’s “Beer” (two shelves above the “Suds”). And @13 Oavis, those lines could just as easily represent Wally’s normal morning shakes as an in-store top-popping maneuver. Not that these are mutually exclusive, not at all. Next stop: Aisle 13 to pick up some “Drain Cleaner” and “Bleach” for a li’l phosgene nightcap.
November 9th, 2009 at 4:44 pm
“The Day After Tomorrow”? Whitley Strieber, ufcawss. Movie? What movie?
November 9th, 2009 at 4:45 pm
Big Dog: Genetics insists that at least some poodles be male, and some big, butch bull
dykesterriers be female. For that matter, I’ve never actually seen a schlong on Marm– and for that, I’m very grateful.November 9th, 2009 at 4:56 pm
Dear God, WTF is going on here? Don’t click that (being sure to also hit the ‘continued’ link to expand the top article) unless you want to, at a stark minimum, quadruple your Shoe-related vomit probability.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:00 pm
RE FW: I can only presume we’re going to learn that you can get cancer from beer.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:04 pm
Today is a day for meditation on the concept of empathy. Adam Smith famously summarized a culturally distinct framework for the early modern Anglo-American discourse on the topic in his “Theory of Moral Sentiments.” A similar though more broad continental stream of thought emerged in Rousseau’s discussion of the concept poorly translated as “pity.” In both cases, the ability to place oneself in the position of another person and experience some level of emotional connection was judged vital to the functioning of society and the mutual bonds of fraternity on which a political unit must rest.
As with politics, so also with art. To engage an audience emotionally, art must establish a sense of connection between art and viewer/reader/listener. The lyrics of a love song that connect our own emotional experience to its subject, the literary character facing a situation that intuitively touches us, or the expression and body language of the subjects of painting or sculpture bond us to the emotional content and experience the artist wishes to convey.
To achieve this in the form of a newspaper comic is a challenge, and for me today’s comics are uneven when measured by this yardstick.
Phantom: The outstanding success in this category recently has been The Phantom. Having followed Kit and Diana on a few adventures and vacations (the haunted oil platform, for example, showcased Diana’s character, courage, and level-headedness), the audience can feel her loss and the Phantom’s own rage at having saved the life of the man who has now murdered his wife. He faces a moral crisis of his own attitudes and identity that transcends the superhero genre, and the supporting characters are clearly emotionally engaged in their own ways as well. Bravo to the Phantom crew!
FW: Just because these characters suffer doesn’t make me like them.
9CL: Not all New Yorkers survive by transforming petty personal inconvenience into misanthropic rage. I’m glad that Seth, at least, belongs to that group.
Garfield: The two-layered punchline fails because Garfield’s reaction is arbitrary (does he wish that he looked like an attractive human woman?), but one might feel empathy for John based on the contempt felt by even the service employees whose lives he touches.
JP: Sam Driver has a tendency toward condescension and open mockery of other characters in the strip that grates on my nerves. Knowing a number of Harvard Law graduates, however, I have to admit that I can see the realism in his attitude of detached, amused contempt. Like a more intellectual version of Tom and Daisy from “The Great Gatsby,” Sam drifts through life on a cloud of privilege and indifference ruptured only occasionally by desultory and abstract interest in the problems of others – a kind of hobby or game he plays. Today’s half-closed eyes in panel 2 and the insultingly ridiculous double meaning of his made-up firm’s motto go over the top; ethics for Sam only apply to people he respects.
Despite being often distasteful, his character is interesting and subtle by the standards of the soap strips…
Luann: Delta, don’t ever try to emulate TJ’s hideous facial rictus.
A3G: What the hell? I skip a few days because the stench of existential despair rising from Tommie is too strong and they go and start introducing a plot cul-de-sac about PI’s and the husbands of minor drug-addict characters?
And honestly, there are a large number of people in New York who are not self-absorbed drug addicts. Thinking about the three strips that self-consciously take place in NYC (Spider Man, A3G, and 9CL), one might get a very poor impression of the place…
November 9th, 2009 at 5:04 pm
70: I looked at this wrong at first, and thought Wally was putting a six-pack in his cart in panel 2, then thinking better of it and putting it back in panel 3.
I thought the same thing – thinking maybe Batiuk was finally taking to heart the years of critical comment about this strip containing nothing but mind-numbing depression and cancer and death and maybe, just maybe he was starting to take the pulpit that he was granted oh so many years ago and finally using it to uplift, to encourage, to shine a bit of hope into the world…..
[In my best Theodric of Yorick voice]… NAHHHHH!
November 9th, 2009 at 5:04 pm
Marvin: The syndicate, in a rare display of good taste, suppressed the twist ending to this little vignette, which strongly implied that the ‘new diaper cream’ related back to a bottle of sour milk and – well, on the farm, we always called it a case of the scours.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:06 pm
This just in. Mark Trail’s information about beer.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:09 pm
# 70 Esther — Perhaps Batiuk is trying to evoke not laughter, but callous sarcasm. In my case, he’s succeeding. Die, Wally, Die!
November 9th, 2009 at 5:10 pm
Just as CSI has franchised into CSI:Bedford Falls, etc. TMI is branching out. This week marked the debut of the latest incarnation, TMI:Luann.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:11 pm
Curtis “Have you ever seen Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ? At least he comes back to life when it’s all over!” “Did you ever see Mulholland Drive with Naomi Watts? At least that made sense on a symbolic level!” “Have you ever seen Eyes Wide Shut with Tom Cruise? At least he got to have sex with his beautiful wife!”
November 9th, 2009 at 5:13 pm
#87 Poteet – And if he’s trying to evoke sarcasm that in turn evokes laughter, he’s playing right into our hands! (cue Dr. Evil-esque laughter)
November 9th, 2009 at 5:18 pm
I think that’s Shoe’s house in today’s comic. Look at the girl. She’s wearing a bathrobe, and her hair’s all frizzed out. Meanwhile, Shoe himself is completely nude. Seems like Our Hero had just engaged in some heavy petting and then invited her to the bar on the covered porch out back for a whiskey sour and some peanuts. When you’re Shoe, you have to have bars all over your house, like in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:18 pm
So…Luann and the posse of high school girls she hangs out with are going to go to the military hospital and be “foxy” for wounded and presumably traumatized veterans? Why, no, I can’t see what could possibly go horribly, apocalyptically wrong with this plan. My brain shuts down at even attempting to process Luann’s query, “What could we possibly give the soldiers?”
November 9th, 2009 at 5:24 pm
Mr. Wilkins quite succinctly conveyed that he had a dreadful, horrible day by comparing it to a dreadful, horrible movie.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:25 pm
RE: Carlo at #49
Please, please, PLEASE someone with more humor than I create a “Am I a Plugger? quiz!
I mean granted, you would probably have to send a bunch of them through the mail since pluggers don’t really use the devil’s box all that often, but it would be fun to discover my plugging percentage.
~Crazy
November 9th, 2009 at 5:33 pm
Curtis: So, working at the DMV is worse than the polar icecaps melting, causing massive flooding, followed by near-absolute-zero freezing? I hate to say it, but Curtis’ dad has that pretty well pegged.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:35 pm
Why is Madison flying?
November 9th, 2009 at 5:38 pm
Seriously! Either she blew a big fart that lifted her off the ground or she’s some kind of perverted hover-baby.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:42 pm
29: I agree, you’d think Burbon or Vodka would be the alcohol delivery system of choice for the depressed vet.
And why is he buying the Generic junk? Hasn’t his pay problems been worked out? Or maybe he’s just saving up to buy feathers so he can go hide in the Shoe Universe. It’s less bleak and there is drinking there too.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:43 pm
No, see, Josh, Shoe and his ladybird couldn’t be having this conversation in the back of a car, because birds don’t drive cars. It would totally mess up the whole gimmick of the strip, and boy, they’d look foolish if they had birds driving cars despite their ability to fly! No, the strip rightfully is set in a bar.
Oh, and in Marvin, why does Madison levitate silently in the first panel and then vanish in the second? This artist sure has a talent for drawing smiling babies as unspeakably creepy. Why is she floating, why is she floating, oh god why is she floating??!!
November 9th, 2009 at 5:43 pm
#87 Poteet –
I think he’s going for approval. Those “Lifetime Service in Support of Northeastern Ohio Women’s Health Issues” trophies don’t award themselves, yunno.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:47 pm
Shoe – There’s some sort of blob creature coming from the right to have a bird dinner.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:49 pm
The strip Shoe has slipped into nonsense. You can “upgrade” a love life, (by dumping Shoe, I suppose) but it isn’t explained how she’s going to “upgrade” Shoe. By ripping his lungs out and sewing in a new set? Well, that would work. Maybe he needs a new “hard” “drive” nudge nudge wink wink. Yeah, that’s the ticket. It’s computery! That’s good enough for a Shoe strip! Crank ‘em out, baby!
November 9th, 2009 at 5:50 pm
MW: The way Adrian keeps jerking around with the bed controls, there really should be a third panel where Scott becomes violently nauseated..
November 9th, 2009 at 5:54 pm
103. Cyranetta
You’d think Scott would get violently nauseated just looking at Adrian. No bed whirling required.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:57 pm
74 Perky Bird: It could be worse, it could be the “Girls Gone Wild: the Sausage-down-a-corridor chapter”.
Hoverbaby. The word tickles me. Hoooooverbaaaaaaby. Wait, that’s a baby that sucks.. I did get it right after all!
November 9th, 2009 at 6:00 pm
FW–Maybe this is just Batiuk issuing the readers a warning–”The Wally Warning System is set on two six packs of beer. You will require two six packs to get through this week of strips. If there is any change, the WWS will be updated immediately”.
9CL–Yeah, most people will clear the way when someone craps themself in public, even in New York.
November 9th, 2009 at 6:00 pm
HoverBaby®: Sounds like a girl group to me.
November 9th, 2009 at 6:15 pm
Is it wrong that I’m more upset that Wally put the frozen food in his cart first, ignoring the basic tenets of good grocery shopping, than his decision to buy a second six-pack of Beer™?
November 9th, 2009 at 6:18 pm
Re: Wally Winkerbean, I saw a preview this weekend for _Brothers_, which essentially uses the Wally MIA storyline, with Elijah Wood as Wally, Jake Gyllenhall as CBG, and Natalie Portman as a two-armed Becky.
However, in this version, Wally goes completely bat-shit.
(1:50 mark)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLlpabVRnyc
November 9th, 2009 at 6:19 pm
FW: Every day I read this strip and get more depressed. I keep hoping that Marvin the Paranoid Android from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy will show up to make the strip a little more cheery.
November 9th, 2009 at 6:22 pm
I worry about the guy who writes “Marvin”. Eventually he’ll have degenerated to the point where he’s just smearing his own feces across paper and screaming “LOOK ANOTHER CARTOON, PULITZER PLEASE!!!”
Some would say this has already occurred, but I think he’ll still take it to the next level. Currently it’s all just talking _about_ poop. Eventually it’ll just _be_ poop. Syndicated newspaper comics are the last venue where a madman can force everyone to see his shit.
November 9th, 2009 at 6:23 pm
Perhaps “Curtis” is trying to play off the fact that brother Randy Quaid and his wifey are on the lam right now, at least as far as the San Ysidro Ranch here in lovely Santa Barbara is concerned, oh wait, they’ve been arrested in Tejas:
http://www.independent.com/news/2009/sep/24/randy-quaid-arrested/
November 9th, 2009 at 6:24 pm
PBS: Cows produce vast quantities of nitrogen? Since nitrogen makes up 78% of earth’s atmosphere, I’m not going to sweat it. If they produced vast quantities of methane, however… they’d be “Marvin”.
S4 today is meta. Pluggers today, however, in which the (I assume) punch line is about having hairy ears and in which the Plugger is a dog, is just meta-stupid.
Drunky Drinkerbean: Uh-oh. Wally has apparently re-enlisted, and he is stocking up for his next 10-year captivity.
MW: “I don’t care what your recovery involves! I’m going to marry you, Mr. Hewlett!” Scott’s EKG in the second panel shows a normal reaction for someone who has just been threatened like that.
November 9th, 2009 at 6:26 pm
‘bean: Just frozen dinners and beer. Surely this strip is taking a hard look at the need for nutritional awareness among returning POWs who have been cuckolded by comic-book-hawkers.
November 9th, 2009 at 6:27 pm
@108 Ed Dravecky: Wally’s just a guerrilla shopper like me and many guys. His criteria are a little different than the ones in the weekly ad’s consumer advice box.
He figures he’ll have a little trouble deciding between the canned tamales or the frozen mystery meat, so he does that part first. Then having gotten past the cusp of the mission, the beer’s basically just a two-second grab’n'go.
November 9th, 2009 at 6:29 pm
FW: You make me wonder if “fun” is even something legal in the funkyverse. I imagine that people who enjoy “fun” there must gather in secret societies. They may call it the “Fun Club”
“The first rule of Fun Club is you do not talk about Fun Club. Also, if it’s your first night, you HAVE to smile. And I don’t mean those half-hearted smirk you’re used to. Real smiles.”
November 9th, 2009 at 6:33 pm
115 Écureuil Écumant: Mmmmm… canned tamales…. so much greasy, processed tastiness…. (Well, damn–now any dinner I actually have will pale in comparison!)
November 9th, 2009 at 6:42 pm
43 Josh: In terms of academic usage, “normativity” is seen as more accurate, since it refers to “norms” such as dress, speech, etc. and OH MY GOD wait a minute, we’re talking about a cartoon DOG here, so like, never mind!
I’ll still go see 2012 with ya though…
November 9th, 2009 at 7:06 pm
109. David: actually, it’s Tobey McGuire as Wally (thank god, not Toby Cameron), but still, this looks like the “feel-good” film of the holidays. Not.
(I like the work of all the actors, but I don’t think I’ll be seeing this one…)
November 9th, 2009 at 7:14 pm
Even the distinction between “flirt with” and “kill and eat” is too heteronormative for Marmaduke. The hell-beast’s game plan is to tear apart both the poodle and the terrier, then lay its eggs in their steaming offal. Thus the cycle of demonic life begins anew.
November 9th, 2009 at 7:15 pm
107: HoverBaby® – new from Mattel!
November 9th, 2009 at 7:26 pm
Leaving Wherever The Hell Westview Is Meant To Be. If anyone can make that movie even more depressing, it’s Batiuk.
Also TOM ARMSTRONG WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU
November 9th, 2009 at 7:26 pm
#117 – the only thing more processed than canned tamales is uranium. And now I want some, too!
November 9th, 2009 at 7:26 pm
Wally, stay away from the beer. In Batiuk’s world it is a known carcinogen.
November 9th, 2009 at 7:31 pm
Maybe I’m just an ol’ fashioned kinda guy, but when someone hovers past me, I first say “HOLY SHIT SOMEONE IS HOVERING PAST ME,” and then check them out.
November 9th, 2009 at 7:33 pm
Little-known fact: The original title of “Marvin” was “G.G. Allin: The Early Years.”
November 9th, 2009 at 7:37 pm
Wally Drinkerbean: I have a theory about what will happen; if you bother checking out Batiuk’s homepage, you’ll find that he has model sheets for everyone except Wally Junior. It’s not that hard to figure out that his loving biological father will accidentally blow the kid’s head clean off by mistake. It’s equally not that hard to realize that Comic Book John will be declared the town son-of-a-bitch for pointing out that it could have been avoided. It’ll serve him right for speaking heresy; after all, nobody in Cancerview believes in trying to improve their lives. If they do dangerous things like that, they wouldn’t be able to wallow in misery and, worse still, be forced to admit that the inescapable horrors that beset them are very much escapable.
November 9th, 2009 at 7:39 pm
Excuse me, hello, but in what universe is Shoe taking place? In ours, no one meets romantically in a smoky lounge anymore, we all have to go out on the street to smoke, and inside it smells like ass.
November 9th, 2009 at 7:53 pm
Yay! Now Funky’s nephew is an alkie. Only Funky was a wino and this kid digs beer.Alcoholism! Of all the sadness in FW, I think I love it best.
November 9th, 2009 at 8:01 pm
# 100 Uncle Lumpy — So if enough of us pretended to approve of his work, he might stop??
No, I just can’t do it.
November 9th, 2009 at 8:18 pm
i think moy is trying to break her record of the same words said different ways in the same room currently held by lawrence and deliah in the hotel room .
November 9th, 2009 at 8:21 pm
Oh honestly: “The Day After Tomorrow” is clearly a Jake Gyllenhaal movie. And yes, I am going to see 2012! It’s a John Cusack movie. And I like disaster flicks. And John Cusack. *sigh*
November 9th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
I hope #125 isn’t too late to be in the running for COTW. I definitely heard that one in Mitch Hedberg’s voice.
November 9th, 2009 at 8:29 pm
#130 Poteet –
No, he can’t stop regardless — what would he do for a living? I think joke-a-day strips (see Luann, Mutts, Wee Pals, Funky Winkerbean, etc.) adopt causes when the authors stop being funny — out of boredom, age, frustration, or some crisis. To avoid getting slagged for boring their readers day after day à la Cathy, or late Hart B.C., they go noble — which makes it laudable to bore your readers every day.
November 9th, 2009 at 8:32 pm
#92: The correct answer to this question is always, “VD!”
November 9th, 2009 at 8:39 pm
Haven’t-had-time-to-snark-comics-since-Thursday Monday:
FW: Fuck you, Batiuk. Seriously. Haven’t you shat all over Wally enough? Can’t you give the guy a fucking break? Geez!
For some reason this really may be the last straw. Despite its high snark potential, I may have to drop FW. Batiuk is a goddamned sadist.
(This has been a temporary attack of comics rage. I will now resume the lovely nice day I was having. However, I would like the record to state that my neighbor across the hall drank himself to death a few weeks ago, which may explain my wee overreaction. *sigh*.)
MT: I can’t help but feel a slight affection for Bob the reluctant poacher. He’s such a noob.
A&J: Love it.
November 9th, 2009 at 8:41 pm
MY CAGE — You’re very cute, Bridget, but even very cute people need to know when and how to apologize.
November 9th, 2009 at 8:41 pm
Doesn’t Mama Winslow realize that Marmaduke need never worry about retriubtion from another dog for stealing his bitch, because, to quote Snoop Dogg, “murder is the case that they gave him.”
November 9th, 2009 at 8:44 pm
@117 (sic transit) buckyswife: Here’s a little flash from the past.
X-L-N-T Ta-ma-les,
So good when you are hun-gry —
X-L-N-T Ta-ma-les,
Try them and you will agree,
Sí ! Sí !
November 9th, 2009 at 8:46 pm
I understand that MT requires Sassy to be chained to a log (or perhaps it’s a stump) and not understand the hostility towards her, but two things I don’t get.
1. It’s a dog. Is the strip implying that tying a dog to something is in itself an unnatural act?
2. Excusing #1 by attributing to Sassy knowledge of her fate, why is she at the end of her leash backing towards the water?
November 9th, 2009 at 8:53 pm
9CL: Brooke, if you keep having your characters make those faces, some day they’re going to STICK that way.
JP: Whoooo! Bring on the WIDOW!
DT: Years ago, Mister Pops pulled a painful thorn out of that tiger’s paw. So we have nothing to worry about.
November 9th, 2009 at 8:56 pm
Oh, I sincerely hope Mr. Pops put the thorn in the paw. And that it’s still there.
November 9th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
Aviatrix @ #140: Because the dish alligators savor the most is raw puppy butt?
November 9th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
Wait — Dick Tracy has already had a couple villains die choking on tiger pus, hasn’t it. Maybe he could slip on a banana peel making his escape?
November 9th, 2009 at 9:02 pm
Unca Lumpy: Let’s see….Flattop drowned….BB Eyes drowned….The Brow was impaled on a huge flagpole….Mumbles drowned….
Nah, don’t remember anyone choking on tiger pus. Maybe Mister Pops will….I dunno….drown? In the tiger’s water dish?
November 9th, 2009 at 9:09 pm
To hide his shameful alcohol purchases from his peers, Wally is doing his grocery shopping all the way in 1993, where beer is still sold in six-packs.
November 9th, 2009 at 9:14 pm
MT: Are we sure Sassy’s a dog? There’s something cephalopodlike about Sassy’s body in panel 2, as though her spots can swirl and change color. Something gelatinous and lutefisky about that body as well.
I’m just not getting much of a mammal vibe here.
November 9th, 2009 at 9:16 pm
147 Spotted Horse: Are you suggesting that Sassy’s part canned tamale?
November 9th, 2009 at 9:19 pm
# 145 Ukelele Ike — And the Summer Sisters drowned. Yeesh, no wonder I didn’t want to learn to swim when I was a child. (Creeks were fun, though.)
November 9th, 2009 at 9:19 pm
#122 Lolsworth: TOM ARMSTRONG WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU
That’s a question that’s been weighing on the minds of many folks around here…
November 9th, 2009 at 9:21 pm
Marmaduke – Thanks to everyone for affirming my sentiment about those who think all poodles are female. I must add, however, that Marmaduke doesn’t really care one way or another. They’re all his bitches.
November 9th, 2009 at 9:23 pm
115 Écureuil Écumant Have you been stalking me in Food-a-rama?
Curtis I’d have a lot more respect for Curtis’ father if he referenced the Michael Douglas movie ‘Falling Down.’ DMV all day long, Curtis all night long. He could upgrade his life by moving to Westview, Ohio.
November 9th, 2009 at 9:37 pm
Poteet @ #149: Oh, the Summer Sister weren’t so EEEE-vil. But they DID drown.
glub.
November 9th, 2009 at 9:53 pm
#148 (sic transit) buckyswife:
Oh, geez, that analogy never occurred to me! That’s… it’s perfect, is what it is!
November 9th, 2009 at 10:06 pm
FW: That’s it. If I ever meet Batuik, I’m going to beat him senseless with a 6-pack of generic beer.
November 9th, 2009 at 10:27 pm
119 – Bats, yeah, I realized that I’d mixed up Frodo and Peter Parker – for some reason they’re interchangable to me. I should have remembered it’s Toby, because now he’s played Spiderman and Wally Winkerbean. Who will he be next? I’m taking Brad DeGroot in the pool.
November 9th, 2009 at 11:02 pm
MW: “Adrian reassures Scott after he wakes up”, where reassures=threatens, if Scott’s expression is any indication. Is that the look of a happy man or a man whose fingers are being broken by a pageboy-coiffed maniac?
Got to say, when I woke up after a coma, I wasn’t nearly as chipper nor as chatty as Scott. I was pissed, however.
MT: So Sassy’s tied to a tree while Thug and Thug-lite argue in bold-face. I’m beginning to wonder about Elrod’s attitude towards pets, given his propensity for having his characters’ pets be chained/tied to immoveable objects. Surely that behavior would have the ASPCA, the Humane Society, and the Lost Forest branch of PETA eyeing the animals’ owners with furrowed brows and sternly worded letters.
November 9th, 2009 at 11:06 pm
At the movies tonight, I saw a preview for a terribly depressing movie called “Brothers”. It’s about a man who is declared dead in Afghanistan or Iraq, leaving behind a young wife and daughters. The wife eventually falls in love with the husband’s brother, and may even marry him. Then the husband is found alive and returns home, only to discover his brother is boinking his wife. Depressing hijinks ensue.
I turned to my husband and said, “Oh, God, it’s like they’re bringing Funky Winkerbean to the big screen!”
November 9th, 2009 at 11:59 pm
If Wally were “doing it right,” he’d be at the “COLD BEER / PRODUCE / FRESH FISH / SANDWICHES” corner store in the bad part of town, toting away a case of Thunderbird.
Beer just isn’t gonna cut it. Maybe Batiuk’s plan is to have him put on as much weight as his hapless brother, so that the degeneration of his physical appearance catches up with the rest of the Cancerverse.
November 10th, 2009 at 4:48 am
1 six pack is normal.
But TWO SIX PACKS?!
Clearly he’s an alcoholic mess!!!
November 10th, 2009 at 6:02 am
11/10 MW: Yes, Dr. Jeff, that’s what “numbness in his right leg” usually means. And no, that doesn’t mean Scott needs you to feel his right leg for him, though I see you’re getting your hand ready for that.
November 10th, 2009 at 7:28 am
i wonder why mary brought a backup yellow dress while good old docjeff wont take off his snappy pumpkin suit to detective scott kisses him
November 10th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
“are instead aired out with Shoe and some interchangeable member of his cast of soul-deadened lady birds bellied up to the same bar where they presumably first set bleary, bloodshot eyes on one another.”
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I always felt that Shoe was set in a fifty’s small town where there are no Pizza Huts and the only place single, middle age drinkers get together is the neighborhood bar.
Been there………
November 10th, 2009 at 12:46 pm
It would be an uplifting story are for Funky Winkerbean if Wally were just “drinking until he can’t feel feelings anymore.”
November 10th, 2009 at 12:49 pm
Well, if the beer doesn’t kill Wally, doubling up on Marie Callender’s frozen entrees surely will.
November 10th, 2009 at 2:24 pm
Hey! I LOVE Marie Callenders! Especially the beef tips with burgundy sauce. Mmmm…beef tips…..
November 10th, 2009 at 2:47 pm
I’m not sure what disturbs me more about the “Marvin” strip:
1. That leering smirk that should never be on someone under the age of… well, okay, so there’s no age when I’d want to see that smirk, but the younger the worse.
2. The fact that he KNOWS it’s her diaper creme; I don’t want to know what toddler detective work went into that conclusion, or if he just is that familiar with the stuff to be able to immediately differentiate it from baby powder, shampoo, or — okay, I’m giving this too much thought now.
November 10th, 2009 at 3:52 pm
This has got to be the most pitiful/hilarious GT ever!! “Who did this to you, Danny??” Cause Little Bro Duncan is gonna bust into that prison and open up a can of wh— a– on ‘em, yessiree. He’ll show ‘em!!
November 10th, 2009 at 3:54 pm
FW – Someone should tell Wally that it’s pretty damn hard to drink yourself to death with beer. Unless he’s merely planning to drown himself in his own urine.
November 10th, 2009 at 3:57 pm
146/numberwangchung: uh – where do you live that they don’t sell beer in six-packs?
November 10th, 2009 at 4:17 pm
#49: That’s okay, Carlo. We can agree to disagree on the wretched, re-booted Adam @ Home, but we do have a dislike for the shallow My Cage in common!
November 11th, 2009 at 12:33 am
@ 42. Look no further for your COTW people. LMAO here.
November 11th, 2009 at 6:56 pm
Wally, you’ve got to go for the 12-pack, not two six-packs! Ugh. What an amateur drunk!