More like Marty Sun (because of how brightly colored his outfit is)
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Gil Thorp, 4/13/26
Look, in general I’ve been in favor of Marty Moon’s sartorial evolution, but I think that maybe, with this white suit and flowered shirt with matching pocket square, he’s gone a bit too far in the dapper direction. It is, frankly, not really his vibe, and when the country club on whose grounds he is 100% not authorized to be present gets wind of him and the makeshift studio he’s broadcasting from, he’ll have to flee on short notice, and in the very likely scenario where he trips and falls in the process, the grass stains will never come out of that jacket.
The Lockhorns, 4/13/26
I stand by my earlier complaint about strips where we start in mid conversation but one character is just repeating back to the other one material covered previously in the conversation, but honestly, given that The Lockhorns is a one-panel strip about a married couple locked in a continuous argument that will never end until the universe achieves its final heat death, it’s kind of impressive that they don’t do it very often.
Crankshaft, 4/13/26
Holy cow, doing a Santa-related pun … in April? Christmas was months ago, do people even remember what Santa’s whole deal is? Better put in a panel depicting him doing his trademark laugh, just in case.
Alice, 4/13/26
Oh, man, social media … you guys heard about this? You heard about how addictive it can be? Alice has just gotten into social media, and it is not going well.
56 replies to “More like Marty Sun (because of how brightly colored his outfit is)”
Dressed like that, Marty’s clearly just waiting for Tubbs and Crockett to get there, and some drug lord is going DOWN.
Are you Marty Moon? Really? Or did you eat Marty Moon?
Could it get much vaguer than “project,” either? “What about that noun, Alice?” “Sure, but there’s all these nouns.” I, too, can write Alice!
Alternately, Loretta actually just made an extremely profound insight into the emotional state of the artist and the relevance of art as community bonding in prehistoric society. Leroy is just belittling it because he’s anti-intellectual and, you know, hates her.
GT: Marty’s psychedelic attire will keep him awake and inspire enough nonsensical babble to get him through nine holes.
MW: ” I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”
” And I’M sorry I blew your entire inheritance on an imaginary bimbo. Can I come live with you?”
Pam is capable of enunciating silent “e,” so Ed totally can appreciate the joke, here.
RMMD: so blabbermouth Mud will spill the beans on Mae Mae’s secret to Truck, who will put it in a song without her consent. Plus, mistachio will go gure out her secret identity, and there’s BIG bucks for a photo. Can this town form a conspiratorial silence to protect their new resident? Oh, sister….
GT: after all he went through to get this high school broadcasting gig, I’m on Team Marty. Look at that smile!
Alice:
“I was — but then I couldn’t get your guitar riffing from ‘Surrender’ in Live at Budokan out of my head, Mr. Nielsen!”
@Activist:
#7. RMMD: “go gure” means figure
Gil Thorp:
Listening to a high school golf match on the radio? — now, that’s purgatorial.
That’s a fantastic find about The Enthusiast, I’ve been looking for something new by Josh. Newspaper comics are a real lost art, it’s great to see him revisiting that world.
Leroy makes the most trite, worn out cultural reference imaginable and Loretta doesn’t get it which — raises her up a little in my eyes, frankly.
Gil Thorp:
Today, Marty looks like a cross between The Guess Who‘s Burton Cummings and a young Cheech Marin.
Marty Moon appears to be slowly morphing into Tony Orlando.
Curtis: Reverend Ike said money is not the root of all evil, it’s THE LACK OF MONEY.
All seriousness aside, this is one of the most misquoted parts of the Bible. It’s actually the LOVE of money is the root of all evil. Not a sermon just a thought.
I’m not sure a golf club with long-dead trees poisoned by the oil slicks it has in place of ponds has high enough standards to want to evict Marty Moon. Maybe this course is run by the Addams family. I don’t think they’ll mind Marty. Marty will end up running off anyway when he sees what’s lurking in the sand trap on the eighth hole.
MW:
“Sharon, see this bony hand on your shoulder? — if you don’t reconcile with me, then when you come to visit my gravesite after I pass, it’s going to pull you down with it, into the turf, to be with me!
“Ha, ha! Just pulling your leg! — metaphorically, that is.”
Lockhorns:
“Loretta, these primitive etchings are a tribute by our Neanderthal forbears to Danny and the Juniors’ smash hit ‘Lascaux to the Hop’ !”
GT “And here come the players now…DE PLANE! DE PLANE!
GT: Everyone in Milford has cherubism. And given that it’s a genetic condition, they’re either all inbred or someone needs to call the CDC about this new, somehow contagious variant.
MW: Remember, women! It’s your job to soothe the bruised egos and emptied bank accounts of every man in your life!
RMMD:
“Don’t look now, Mud, but today the guest artist is turnin’ me into Ol’ Hickory — Andrew Jackson!”
Alice is the latest victim of creeping Herb and Jamaalism. Gil Thorp will be next. “Welcome to today’s sports event, broadcast live through a media channel! There will be a number of performances of athleticism.”
Alice: “I need the artist to finish drawing my head before I finish the project.”
GT – I’d use my mashie to clear the oil spill hazard….
Shlockhorns – Where’s Raquel Welsh….
Crank – I don’t really get this – like a niche mail order clothier has become a seed house? I think Ed sitting on a toilet jerking to a fifty year old Gurney’s catalog would make as much sense….
Alice – Social media…on an old fashioned laptop computer…you’ve got mail….
Adios Amigos, DJ.
Gil Thorp:
“In other, less-important news, folks, the headline of today’s New York Times’ print version confuses the words ‘flounder’ and ‘founder,’ using the former when it should be using the latter!”
@Bob Tice: Marty’s audience can also watch his Youtube livestream. It really doesn’t matter, since 90% of either channel is going to consist of Marty running to keep up with the players.
I hate that “Bean’s End” is the catalog Crankshaft orders gardening supplies from when there are real-life and quite famous catalogs for L.L.Bean and Land’s End, neither of which are gardening companies. Puns are nominally your whole thing! Nobody made you give up cancer, that was your choice!
GT: Not since DW Griffith has a storyteller shown such innovation in editing! Cross-cutting between what will surely be stupefyingly boring and scream-at-your-screen frustrating! What genius!!
@Lauralot: We’re sorry, the CDC cannot take your call right now due to pressing matters such as hawking raw milk. Please leave a message and we will get back to you in 2028, if Man is still alive…
Christmas in spring is what will happen eventually if Orthodox Christians do not adopt the Gregorian calendar
GT: What’s up with Marty’s face? Did he get jaw implants? Is he… looksmaxxing? Is he jestergooning and mogging the golfoids?
Crankshaft: “When a package from Bean’s End arrives… it’s like Christmas in the spring! Also I’ve spent your inheritance hiring three prostitutes and we’re about to have a depraved orgy together.”
“Hoe! Hoe! Hoe!”
“They have names, you know.”
Golf on the radio! Could anything be more boring? What about golf on video streaming, but the camera only records the journalist?
Gil Thorp: Personally, I would not assume that whatever polyester-and-Teflon-coated material that jacket is made out of is capable of being stained. In Milford Country Club, white tuxedo jacket stains you!
RMMD:
Glenwood cats
Play mean as comfy hauteur
Glenwood cats
Play mild as mountin’ spew
Glenwood cats
Been playin’ and get rabies
Glenwood cats
Get shirked before they’re two….
— Lovin’ Spoonful (adapted)
Also Gil Thorp! One of the places suggested over the years for Milford’s location is a small town near my beloved hometown, the capital of Wisconsin. Given its reputation for, uh, counterculture, “Madison High” is definitely baked to the gills and loving the sh*t out of Marty’s combo.
@Ettorre: Joke’s on Marty, Tik Tok videos are in portrait mode, not landscape.
Crankshaft: Bean’s End? Come on! “My spring seed deliveries keep me Jung” was right there!! (.cc @Dan)
MW: Where are we in this plot? Was this touching “reconnection” the whole point of this story, and the $200k a mere plot device to prove that blood is thicker than Harv’s wallet (now)? Will Harv resolve his loneliness by following Mary’s example and getting a cat (maybe that gray one)? Will Sharon forego her plans for neck shortening surgery, now that the money has dried up? Could we please get to the part where Mary regales Jeff with her intervention as they dine on the familiar offerings of the Bum Boat?
GT: After the golf tournament, Marty heads to the Bucket, where he plays Bertie “Key Largo” Higgins in the “Legends of Yacht Rock Revue” five nights a week.
Crankshaft Given that Christmas in April is a charity focused on repair and maintenance of seniors’ homes, is it really a pun or a cry for help?
Wait till Alice finds out iStalk is run by, and exclusively for, the aliens in her floorboards. It’s enough to drive a lady back to Facebook!
GT: The idea that there would be a radio broadcast for mixed-gender high school golf is delightfully absurd. I’d be disappointed if the broadcaster wasn’t dressed in some outrageous outfit. I would have gone more 70s plaid sportcoat than Colonel Sanders. But you be you, Marty.
Luann: Isn’t that Luann’s mom, sharing an interest with Bernice, and showing genuine interest in Bernice’s life? Luann should be a lot more concerned about that.
Alice: I refuse to believe that Alice has any friends whatsoever. She’s probably just discovered Farmville.
GT: I assume Marty Moon is on high dose corticosteroids. But why? Cancer? An autoimmune condition? He wants his face to match his last name?
Alice shouldn’t be too harsh on herself. Managing to use social media with a laptop which is missing a part of the screen — since it is shorter than the base — is an achievement in itself
Not sure if the Gil Thorp artist has ever seen a phone tripod before (or is that supposed to be a camera?), but they’ve definitely never encountered a microphone in their life, or even a picture of one.
Look, I get it, it’s golf, the lingo is what it is, but when a guy whose last name is Moon and who dresses like Don Johnson Goes to Margaritaville uses the phrase “nine holes of stroke play,” I feel like maybe it’s time to put down the comics page and take in a rousing morning’s church service. Confessional, here I come!
Leroy quotes the Flintstones but not the Honeymooners, because while his marriage is very dysfunctional, he wants to avoid any impression that he wants to do domestic violence
MW Brigman must be bingeing Original Star Trek – yesterday folks were noting the Nurse Chapel / science officer inspiration but today’s panel 2 looks disturbingly like the Talosian reveal of the deformed Vina in the Cage / Menagerie episodes.
DT So you live in the Tracyverse, see, and everyone in the underworld has some dumb name-twist personality quirk. Are you allowed to notice this? Use it to your advantage? Because you’ve got a “Soli-Taire” guy in front of you who clearly is compelled to cheat at his Klondike game whenever he’s lying to you – is it too much of a faux pas to note this and get the heck out before he does the obvious and leaves you to be the fall guys during his blackout heist-o-rama?
“How do you know it says X?”
“How do YOU know it doesn’t say X!?”
Leroy must have been watching a lot of creationism/antivax/ancient aliens/climate change denialism/conspiracy theory YouTube”
Gil Thorp: Replacing the water hazard with an immense tar pit is a nice touch! Marty’s suit is going to get ruined!
GIL THORP: Oh I see. The conflict for this arc is that golf tournament is scheduled at the same time as the Milford Pimp & Ho mixer and Smarty Marty here is just making sure he dresses for both occasions,.
GIL THORP (2): “I hope this wraps up soon. I have to get back to my shift being Leisure Suit Larry!”
High school golf on YouTube? That will rake in the views, Marty. At least eat increasingly hot chicken wings throughout the match or something.
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Because those are petroglyphs and they predate written language by thousands of years, Leroy, you doorknob. No wonder your marriage is a shambles!
@Ettorre:
The Armenian Orthodox already adopted the Gregorian calendar, in 1923!
Gil Thorp: Public service announcement: never precisely match your pocket square to your tie or shirt. That said, I like that Marty looks like he’s trying to dress for the event, and the results are hideous. That’s very on-brand for Mister Moon.
GT: Marty has finally gone sober after mistaking the air hose at a gas station for a microphone and blowing up his face.
@Ken:
When Marty admires the greens and asks a spectator what type of grass lawn he should purchase for his own home, the spectator replies: “Get bent!”
Lockedhorns — I hate to say this, but given a great many prehistoric drawings are phallic representations (or perhaps misrepresentations), I’m on Team Leroy here. That’s what Fred Flintstone’s signature cry meant as he was rushing home to Wilma, right?