Margo Magee has a scary voice
So, I went 0-for-Tuesday … will you forgive me if I go 2-for-Wednesday? Oh, why am I asking … you’ll take it and you’ll like it!
Apartment 3-G, 3/22/06
Holy crap but that’s a scary word balloon. It doesn’t just have icicles; it has slime-dripping tentacles, like a floating jellyfish of scorn. Watch out, Eskimo-kissing couple in the background (or, alternately, waiter with poor sense of personal space and startled restaurant patron)! Margo’s octopus of disdain has been unleashed, and there’s no stopping it!
The weirdest thing about it is that in the previous panel, she has a carefree look on her face, almost a half-smile, as she sums up Scott’s romantic MO; then she suddenly pulls an emotional 180 and whips out the Death Yowl. Maybe it’s because she has to consciously remind herself to care about the feelings of others: first she’s sort of amused and vaguely charmed by Scott’s destructive romanticism, then realizes that she’s supposed to find his antics distasteful, so she overcompensates. Either that, or in panel three she’s suddenly possessed by the demon Astaroth — and Astaroth doesn’t like men who can’t really commit themselves emotionally.
They’ll Do It Every Time, 3/22/06
I think I’m starting to feel the same sick-and-wrong love for TDIET that I feel for the Lockhorns. There’s something so very human about the endless stream of petty slights blown all out of proportion and served up lukewarm for our approbation. Though none of the incidents portrayed in any instance of this hateful comic are worth spending more than five minutes of any rational person’s time grumbling about, it nevertheless cheerfully inflates them up into terrible injustices worthy of mass letter-writing campaigns, all without a trace of irony or self-awareness. In this way, it only reflects the human animal’s endless capability for self-regard and self-righteousness. I wonder if the fact that you can now e-mail your petty gripe to the artist, instead of actually needing to write a letter about it, has brought the subject matter to new levels of pointlessness.
Today’s example seems particularly egregious, and not just because it features a guy named “Barfo”: apparently “Lillian M.” believes that any food not served up in the form of a puree or mash ought to be either swallowed whole or laminated and put on display in a temperature-controlled case. I know that being a waiter or waitress is a thankless job, and it certainly isn’t one I’d be cut out for, but if seeing a customer take a knife and fork to food makes you want to burn him alive, maybe you need to take some time off.
March 23rd, 2006 at 2:53 am
I win! I get first post!
TdiET: What amazes me about the strip is the idea that “Barfo’s” order is somehow an inconvienence to the waitress/cook. Sunny side up eggs are a common order-it’s not like Barfo ordered some insanely complicated meal and then ruined it. Let the poor fella eat his fricking eggs.
March 23rd, 2006 at 3:01 am
I have seriously been waiting all day for your comments on Margo.
I have no life.
Oh well.
March 23rd, 2006 at 4:38 am
I used to be a waiter at Denny’s, and their was this one kid’s meal we served that was a pancake with a smiley face on it, and as the waiter, you had to personally draw the smiley face on the pancake using a can of Ready Whip. So, every time a kid ordered this meal, I’d bring it to the table undecorated, then pull the can of Ready Whip out of my apron (yes, they made us all wear aprons, now be quiet) and ask them very politely if it would be okay if I drew a frowny face instead. And I’m here to tell you, not a single child ever let me draw a frowny face on their pancake! So I’d draw them a happy face instead and then go back to work, and when I’d return to the table after a couple minutes to see if everything was okay and did they need drinks or anything, every time the child’s parents had cut the pancakes up into little pieces first so the kid could eat it, and the whip cream was all smeared around so you couldn’t see what it was in the first place!
It never bothered me the way the creepy waitress in that comic seems to be bothered (MAN she needs to find a new job), it’s just one of those things, but I do feel her pain; the point is, if she’d brought the plate to him with one of the eggs broken, he’d send it back and raise a fit and demand his meal free (you’d be amazed how quick people are to demand their meal free in crappy dinners), but what does he do as soon as he gets it? He breaks them anyway. Not that I recall anybody ever doing that though, or ever having problems delivering unbroken eggs to customers, but then I worked the lunch-dinner shift and so only occasionally got breakfast orders. So their you go.
March 23rd, 2006 at 4:49 am
Or maybe it’s time for therapy…
March 23rd, 2006 at 6:26 am
What strikes me about Rex Morgan is that I’ve been reading it for years and never knew that Rex might swing the other way. Now, I find that he’s also very insecure. Rex needs to go see Dr. Phil.
March 23rd, 2006 at 7:02 am
Sally Forth 3/23… their red car looks so cool and well-drawn today, yet they each look like something out of a comic strip… !
March 23rd, 2006 at 7:18 am
What I’m really impressed with is the cool noir-palette in the colorized Apt 3-G comics for the past week on the washpost site.
This is the best I’ve seen the art look in ages, and it’s all thanks to the dramatic red-and-black coloring! Seems like they abandoned it with the segue into the restaurant scene, though. Too bad.
I’m thinking maybe the colorist saw all those commercials for V for Vendetta, and was just so excited by it that he had to copy its color scheme, but yesterday he finally got to see the movie and it didn’t live up to his expectations, so he went back to uninspired blues as expression of his disappointment.
March 23rd, 2006 at 7:35 am
It wouldn’t matter if the egg yolks got broken while being carried to the table – delivering them intact isn’t a problem anyway.
The important thing is that they remain unbroken during cooking – so the yolk can heat up while remaining entirely liquid.
If the yolk breaks it will heat too fast and actually cook. Do you have any idea how many salmonella bacteria you can kill that way?
March 23rd, 2006 at 7:48 am
Let me defend parents the world over and say I always let my kids eat the Reddi Whip off the pancake before I cut it up. I could let them cut it up, but I’d no doubt be sporting multiple stab wounds at this stage in my life.
I like how Barfo is standing up to massacre his eggs, to give himself extra cutting power that you just don’t get sitting down. Sending sparks off the plate and splashing the coffee everywhere. You go, Barfo! Those eggs deserved it.
March 23rd, 2006 at 7:48 am
12/23/2006 — RMMD:
Am I mistaken or is Rex’s doctor friend casting some sort of esoteric “hook into the lake” spell with his hand in the middle panel?
Or could this be Peter Parker?
Some sort of medical gang sign?
March 23rd, 2006 at 8:11 am
Please tell me that “Margo’s octopus of disdain has been unleashed, and there’s no stopping it!” is going to be on a t-shirt. I would wear this to work.
March 23rd, 2006 at 8:34 am
RMMD: What kind of stance is Rex using in the first panel? It looks like he is about to take a dump.
And wow, this strip is getting less and less subtle with its “overtones”. Could Troy look any fruitier in the second panel?
http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComick.mpl?date=20060323&name=Rex_Morgan
March 23rd, 2006 at 8:57 am
Initially I thought, “Margo’s response is dripping with sarcasm…ha, ha”. But “octopus of disdain” is much funnier. Sometimes my brain disappoints me and I wish I had someone else’s.
March 23rd, 2006 at 9:11 am
FC: Was today’s strip ghost written? Seems out of the normal FC style. It features an FBOW-style bad pun, but also the strange perspectives of MT. When’s the last time you saw an animal cracker that was 8 inches long?
http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComick.mpl?date=20060323&name=Family_Circus
March 23rd, 2006 at 9:22 am
Ha! You probably don’t like bland approbations, but I have to say, this was one of your funniest columns. Serve up a 2-fer anytime.
March 23rd, 2006 at 9:26 am
As I said in the comments for “NO” yesterday, regarding TDIET:
Isn’t it a bit like saying it’s okay to serve hamburger to a man who ordered a steak, because he’s just going to chew it up anyway?
And the expression Margo is sporting in panel two is her bemused/incredulous face.
And I hate that I know that.
March 23rd, 2006 at 9:30 am
I agree with #16. Margo’s second-panel expression is sarcasm.
March 23rd, 2006 at 9:34 am
TDIET – so why is the waitress pissed? she didn’t COOK the damn eggs, she’s just serving them. and how the hell are you SUPPOSED to eat sunny-side eggs, if not by breaking the yolk? if barfo had picked the egg up in his hand and let it slither down his throat, whole and unbroken, would the waitress have given him a benevolent smile? do we, as a society, have entirely too much free time if we can not only draw cartoons about events this mundane and irrelevent, but also critique them? shit, yeah.
March 23rd, 2006 at 10:06 am
GF — “Truly, this is the dark side of your moon” might be the best punchline I’ve seen in a year. And “Sweet Magic 8 Ball” the best curse. I have a friend who turned Subway’s Sweet Onion Teriyaki sandwich into a substitute curse for public usage…he’d drop something in the office and let loose with a “SWEET ONION TERIYAKI!” now and then. Seriously….try it.
PBS — for readers of Baby Blues, this week’s strips are pure blasphemy…which is what makes them so much fun. It looks like Patsis just scribbled with a black crayon in panel 2 today.
Then I get to Over the Hedge, and the same art style is in panel 4. Cool…it’s draw-outside-the-lines day in Comics World.
A&J — damn…mid-life hits hard, Arlo. You’ll never get an uninterrupted 8 hours again.
March 23rd, 2006 at 10:19 am
8 – Marc Jackson – I would certainly be disappointed if the egg yolk broke while it was being brought to the table (not enough to make trouble though). Am I the only one who thinks breaking the yolk is almost as fun as eating it afterwards ?
March 23rd, 2006 at 10:22 am
First Cleats, now Mutts. What’s next? Family Circus?
March 23rd, 2006 at 10:33 am
“Octopus of Disdain”…the opening band at the “Pinball Swordfish” concert.
I am so confused by FBOFW…I thought the elder Pattersons were coming to stay with the younger Pattersons. They leave April home alone, Mike picks them up at the airport, then he shows up at home alone! What the heck is going on here? Are John and Ellie like my parents, and are more comfortable staying in a hotel when they come to visit my wife and I because we don’t have a super-comfy guest bed ideal for aging backs?
And btw, who the heck does their “family finances” while they’re ON VACATION? That’s the kind of thing I try to get out of the way BEFORE I go on vacation. Maybe if John and Ellie weren’t so busy making lunches for their perfectly able-bodied teenage offspring, they could balance the family books before they leave town.
March 23rd, 2006 at 10:57 am
It is a dirty job, but somebody has to keep you people real and on an even keel. Thank goodness I have a tough hide and can suffer all your slings and arrows. I don’t gots nothing against nobody, but you can’t stay all slobbery about a comic unless you can defend it by saying “oh yeah and so’s your old man.”
I thank the day Verizon extended the wireless capacity and now I can get high speed here under my bridge.
March 23rd, 2006 at 11:14 am
PBS — did you notice who is laying in the road in the last panel? Jeremy! ha ha Great stuff.
Arlo needs to get his prostate checked.
March 23rd, 2006 at 11:16 am
What makes Margo’s dripping word balloon even better is that the artist actually bothered to make one of the tentacles point towards her mouth, just like a regular word balloon. Meanwhile, Scott looks like he’s lost all his teeth.
March 23rd, 2006 at 11:31 am
#19 — Yes! “The dark side of your moon” is priceless. One of the rare times I have laughed out loud while reading the comics. Comedy gold.
And as a side note, I just have to say, curse you all — until I stumbled on this blog, I lived very happily without Rex Morgan or Mary Worth. Now I am compelled to read them both every day. Plus Gil Thorp. It’s madness! I have no idea what’s going on in any of them, but they’re so bad they’re good. They’re no Mark Trail, of course, but no strip could ever hope to achieve MT’s level of sheer awfulness.
March 23rd, 2006 at 11:40 am
Given the clouds of gas that seem to be emanating from behind the egg-destroyer, shouldn’t Lillian have named him “Farto”?
March 23rd, 2006 at 11:47 am
I used to read TDIET in the 70’s, but thought it looked a little dated. Now it looks plain ancient. Can you really email in your life complaints so you have the joy of seeing them depicted in this strip? Really? Why have several recent TDIET’s featured televisions with no remote and milkmen wearing bowties? My thoughts are that the comic has been reruns since 1963, or that the artist hasn’t left his bomb shelter since the Cuban missile crisis.
March 23rd, 2006 at 11:49 am
I’m really confused as to what she thinks he’s supposed to do with the eggs. Other than use the liquid yolk for dunking bread–which involves puncturing the yolk anyway–the other option is to suck that baby down like an oyster, and probably choke on it in the process.
Maybe the guy like the yolk as a sauce for the eggs. Jeez louise.
March 23rd, 2006 at 12:39 pm
# 3
My kids would want a frowny face…….or Spongebob or maybe a Power Ranger. Actually you probably wouldn’t have wanted to open up that can of Reddi Whip worms with them at all. Just as well.
DTGT: Can white people not tell the difference between the taste of pumpkins and sweet potatoes? They both turn about the same shade when they are cooked but wow, I learn a new stereotype everday, just by reading the comics. Imagine if I read Herb and Jamaal too.
March 23rd, 2006 at 12:41 pm
I guarantee there’s a huge loogie right in the middle of those eggs – the cook’s in the back laughing his ass off.
March 23rd, 2006 at 12:42 pm
I am going to go with the idea that the person who wrote into TDIET meant a customer who is demanding about an unbroken yolk, not someone who casually orders sunny side up eggs. Because to be upset about someone cutting their food into bite sized portions is insane.
To Lyman Returns: You’re lucky your parents want to stay at a hotel. I can’t get mine to go to a hotel, even if I pay, and I have three kids and a two bedroom house!
March 23rd, 2006 at 12:47 pm
PBS: Please note the charred figures running through the flames in panel two. Brilliant stuff.
March 23rd, 2006 at 12:50 pm
Dimestore Lipstick has it right. In panel 2, Margo is making that faux sincere/smiley face in order to make her “playdown” in panel 3 all the more devastating.
March 23rd, 2006 at 1:23 pm
Doesn’t presentation count for something when serving food? I wouldn’t send it back if the yolk was broken, but it wouldn’t reflect well on that fine establishment, either. (By the way — nice hair ribbon, Rose Marie!)
So — any idea where Mary Worth is going with Kelly’s makeover obsession? Personally, I’m hoping that she and “Lou” are scouting for a face transplant donor…look out, Toby!! Oh, and you too, Mary.
March 23rd, 2006 at 1:28 pm
For goodness sake, Tullia has it right–the soft yolks are there to be dunked in with toast (not bread). It’s the way God intended sunny-side up eggs to be eaten. Any hash-house queen would have learned that in the first 10 minutes of breakfast. Now Barfo is one of those who believes that the soft yolk is sauce for the whites. Not quite what God intended, but still acceptable behavior.
March 23rd, 2006 at 1:31 pm
Get Fuzzy: the sight of Bucky hanging his “apples” out the window to taunt the local dog bully is the funniest thing i’ve seen in the comics in weeks.
March 23rd, 2006 at 1:38 pm
When I first read today’s GT, I assumed the figure talking to Kenya’s mother was her father. Kenya’s very masculine-looking, no? Is the mother, staring directly at the reader for some reason (my guess? artistic incompetence.) in panel two, supposed to be black? Kenya is black, right? Is this inter-racial couple going to get some kind of racist hassles, resulting in a barely coherent, but still hackneyed, message of tolerance?
March 23rd, 2006 at 1:38 pm
No, no, no. The yolks are sauce for the hashbrowns; the country gravy on the chicken fried steak is for the toast. ;-)
MT — “That’s right, a shorter road to the gambling casino [as opposed to the skiing casino] benefits everyone. Now folks can get to the craps tables in 1/2 the time, with none of that dallying around, enjoying the scenery on a longer drive. Plus, think of all the wildlife, especially bigger-than-this-house bluebirds, that won’t be upset by a road that zigzags all over the place. It’s a humanitarian and environmentalist project, really. Because I’m a giver. It’s what I do.”
March 23rd, 2006 at 1:49 pm
I understand getting up in the middle of the night, but what is Arlo doing in panel 3? Looking at his watch? I just don’t know.
March 23rd, 2006 at 2:00 pm
#40 — Arlo’s making the 2nd tally on his bedside slate tablet, with the piece of chalk in his hand.
What, you don’t keep chalk and a slate next to your bed to count your during-the-night bathroom trips? Philistine…
March 23rd, 2006 at 2:35 pm
Margo’s word balloon of death has to appear on some swag. Please? Pretty please?
If I weren’t so afraid of needles and didn’t treasure my ability to supress my more ridiculous impulse urges, I’d get this tattooed on my body somewhere.
March 23rd, 2006 at 2:42 pm
I almost forgot: TDIET made me think of an ex-boyfriend who not only ordered an unbroken yolk, he would eat the whites first, cutting his eggs with such surgical precision that the unbroken yolk and a thin ribbon of egg white – just enough to keep the yolk in place – was the last morsel left. Then he’d gingerly lift it with his knife and fork onto a piece of toast and eat it in one big gulp. Occassionally, the yolk would break before he could get to this point, and a crushing look of disappointment would fall over his face. Kind of the same look a kid gets when his favorite toy breaks or after a balloon bursts.
If he’d been that attentive and paid as much attention to the details of our relationship as he did to cutting those friggin’ eggs, we might still be together.
March 23rd, 2006 at 2:46 pm
Re 3/22’s PBS: what the hell was written on the t-shirt of one of the Baby Blues kids (can’t remember their names)? I can’t find a decent-sized copy of the strip anywhere…
March 23rd, 2006 at 3:02 pm
Toni-you’re right, I don’t know how good I have it. It’s pretty funny, it wasn’t until about three years ago that my dad realized that he didn’t have to ask me to make the hotel reservations for him, that he instead could do it himself online and get directions there, to boot.
So are Ellie and John just staying at teh Motel 6 in the same town where Mike and Deanna live, or did Mike leave them on the side of the highway after the 6,000 time his mom asked him if he was “SURE that picking them up at the airport wasn’t too much trouble?”
March 23rd, 2006 at 3:16 pm
Speaking of freaks, check out the neck on the chick in Dick Tracy. Jesus, that’s creepy.
March 23rd, 2006 at 3:22 pm
Not to beat a point into the ground, but..I can hardly wait for tomorrow’s Mallard Fillmore where Tinsley suggests that Sen. Coburn be added to Mount Rushmore.
March 23rd, 2006 at 3:26 pm
# 45
Lyman, the elder St. Pattersons live near Mike and Deanna. They’re not visiting him, they just got back from their fun-filled bookkeeping holiday in Mexico. He picked them up at the airport and drove them to their own house per the Saint Son of Lynn rules of behavior.
March 23rd, 2006 at 3:31 pm
I wonder if Apwil had a chance to clean the crap up from when she got scared the other night? That and all the empty wrappers from her junk-food frenzy. Man is she looking to add to that ass or what, she is going to be quite the catch in a few years. For Sea-World.
March 23rd, 2006 at 4:10 pm
what’s up with the lack of logic in today’s “B.C.”?
“do you believe there will be more player strikes this year?”
“You’re kidding. How do you exceed 81 a game?”
as any baseball fan would tell you it is very easy to have more strikes than that in a game (for each team) if hitters get two strikes and then get on base.
Its so annoying when comics don’t make sense and aren’t even funny.
March 23rd, 2006 at 4:34 pm
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March 23rd, 2006 at 5:10 pm
Josh – Please, no more “They’ll Do it Every Time.”
I recognize the appeal it must have for you. When all else fails – when even “The Family Circus” is funny – TDIET will always, day in and day out, be crap. It’s always there, in your back pocket, ready for mockery.
However, as you appear to recognize, while TDIET is invariably crap, it’s not happy-go-lucky, amusing crap; instead it’s nasty, small minded, appeals-to-the-extremely-cranky-and-unifomly-disliked-guy-who-has-268-guns crap.
I beg you, let TDIET fade into decent obscurity in the back pages of the Tulsa Penny Saver, or whichever benighted paper still publishes it. Please. It’s the right thing to do.
March 23rd, 2006 at 5:12 pm
#10 RMMD, Medical gang sign. Brilliant! I think Troy might be a Mason though.
#12 RMMD–”Taking a dump.” That made my day! (Sorry to the guy who hate exclaimation points)
GT– I’m a white guy and I can tell the difference between sweet potato and pumpkin pie. I can’t tell the difference between the white and black people in GT.
March 23rd, 2006 at 6:49 pm
I love how the token black girl in GT is named Kenya. If there was a token canadian,could we pleeeeease call him Toronto? Or maybe Sasketchewan? And I agree, there is something very wrong with that girl’s neck in Dick Tracy. All the females in Dick Tracy are creepy, come to think of it…
March 23rd, 2006 at 7:58 pm
plumberninja
How about a token Canadian female, named Alberta?
March 23rd, 2006 at 10:11 pm
RMMD: Uhhh, huh,huh. …he said ‘cracks’.
March 24th, 2006 at 12:04 am
I can’t agree about TDIET. I look forward to The Lockhorns in that I hate it so much I love it way because there’s something about the venom Leroy and Loretta ooze out of every pore that just touches an evil nerve within. I also enjoy getting that laugh that starts somewhere in my nervous system and is part revulsion but part relief that my life could be oh…so…much…worse.
Because TDIET features different characters every day, I don’t feel invested in the same way. So I don’t have the repulsion/revulsion I have toward the Lockhorns.
apparently “Lillian M.†believes that any food not served up in the form of a puree or mash ought to be either swallowed whole or laminated and put on display in a temperature-controlled case.
When I was a kid, whenever my mother would suggest that we were eating too much of something at lunch (presuming that she didn’t want to go to the store again), my dad would bellow, “we shouldn’t eat it! we should put it on display!” We all laughed nervously and then went back to our dysfunctional childhoods. Thanks for bringing back the memories, Josh!
March 24th, 2006 at 1:21 am
The guy in TDIET should be introduced to that dog in FC. Why? “Barfo, Barfy. Barfy, Barfo”, that’s why.
Maybe he should be on a different Tdiet. (sorry)
Hell, I just have my eggs scrambled. Nothing to conplain about there!
March 24th, 2006 at 1:28 am
I have an actually GOOD TDIET idea just now:
You type a clever (?) comment to a blog, and the darn internet connection disconects —
—Then, what happens? You finally retype and finish it, only to let a typo by and ruin that darn thing!
Second picture is of a commenter fuming at the glaring “conplain” on his screen, the “See it before you say it” he didn’t check at in a thought bubble, mocking the commentor.
Nah! Too trite!
March 24th, 2006 at 1:33 am
Ah, screw it; who DOESN’T spell like Dan Quayle at 1:31 AM??
3/23 Garfield alteration idea: Just eliminate the first panel. At least as good as eliminating the thought balloon on those other Garfield strips.
March 24th, 2006 at 2:03 am
Today’s Garfield scares me.
March 24th, 2006 at 4:14 am
Oh my, Rob met Filthy Fraizer (AKA “Soapy”) in today’s GF. Coupled with his expression, Satch’s last line is a scream.
…Has anyone ever discussed the legal ramifications of the GF world? This isn’t like Garfield, where we can read G’s thoughts, but Jon can’t* (well, most of the time)…or C&H, where Calvin is, like, insane. In the world of Get Fuzzy, animals speak and humans understand. With no formal education, animals appear to understand everything–including grammar–on what I would guess is the level of a third-grade human child. (You decide if I’m being charitable or insulting.)
Yet they continue to be “owned” and have no rights, least of all to formal education. I don’t even want to think about what happens to strays at the shelter. Do they beg for mercy?
Isn’t that freaky?
*Some folks have found a way to make Garfield funny again: remove G’s thought balloons so that it seems like Jon is out of his mind (forgive me if this has been mentioned before).
http://www.truthandbeautybombs.com/bb/viewtopic.php?t=4997&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0
March 24th, 2006 at 4:17 am
Insta-correction: Oh–Mibbitmaker mentioned it in #60. I are blind! Garsh! It DO make ya blind after all!
March 24th, 2006 at 10:39 am
Happenstance-
I’ve thought about similar things regarding animals in comic strips. It’s the same disturbing vibe you see in Mickey Mouse cartoons…he’s a mouse, who owns a dog (Pluto) who can’t talk, and is friends with Goofy, who is also a dog, but CAN talk and isn’t kept as a pet by anyone.
So is Pluto some sort of sub-dog, mute and of little intelligence? Is this the equivalent of me keeping a mentally disabled person as a pet? Or is Goofy some sort of miracle of mutation or evolutionary forerunner, able to walk upright, speak, and reason? Does the fact I ponder these kinds of things make people worry about me? Why, yes.
March 24th, 2006 at 7:14 pm
I once wrote a little bit on a Disney-related blog in which someone quizzed Goofy on this:
Goofy: “Dawg? Garsh, I ain’t no dawg!! I’m an ay-lee-en sym-bee-ote! Got a little feller livin’ in my tummy!”
(Goofy rips his shirt open, revealing a shaven pink torso, horribly wrinkled. Goofy’s eyes roll up and his arms and jaw abruptly hang slack as his chest quivers. A deformed humanoid head rolls out from within the folds of Goofy’s flesh, gasping for air.)
Head: “Quaid…start the reactor…”
March 24th, 2006 at 11:31 pm
Perfect answer to the Disney dog-dog thing (which Harvey Kurtzman had a field day with in the comic book Mad):
Pluto dog = ape
Goofy dog = human
It’s an odd kind of evolutionary process!
March 25th, 2006 at 11:46 pm
Margo’s clearly has been possessed not by Asteroth but by the Flying Spaghetti Monster and her word balloon subtly references that fact.
March 30th, 2006 at 4:01 am
[...] Thinking about this comment by Josh : There’s something so very human about the endless stream of petty slights blown all out of proportion and served up lukewarm for our approbation. Though none of the incidents portrayed in any instance of this hateful comic are worth spending more than five minutes of any rational person’s time grumbling about, it nevertheless cheerfully inflates them up into terrible injustices worthy of mass letter-writing campaigns, all without a trace of irony or self-awareness. In this way, it only reflects the human animal’s endless capability for self-regard and self-righteousness. [...]
April 14th, 2006 at 1:12 pm
they’ll do it every time!. I haven’t seen that strip since ‘55. Jimmy Hatlo must be 30 years dead. Lived all over the country and never seen it in newspaper since reaching draft age. Why even pick on it? Why not dig up old Major Hoople strips or the katzenjammer kids? This is like satirizing Geritol commercials or ads for Arrid Whirl-In (stops dress rot)
hey ya big bully go pickon somebody yer own size
August 8th, 2006 at 2:28 am
I could help but wondering if Margo is secretly a Bene Gesserit using the voic.
February 1st, 2008 at 1:09 pm
Thanks for sharing