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Dick Tracy, 6/18/2008

OK, so Dick’s waiting for a robbery, and Shirl tells the crime boss to wait for Dick’s move. We’ll check back in six months or so: maybe a meteor will hit or something.

Gasoline Alley, 6/18/2008

Yeah, that meteor thing? Could totally happen! But this is just poor Rufus trying to navigate between his hallucinatory Messiah, celebrity cat-chef Meowrice, and the hellish pit of his own despair. Also, “. . . eat and drown our sorrows. . . ?” Rufus looks a tad old for Similac, and not quite ready for Ensure.

Gil Thorp, 6/18/2008

You know, not long ago this strip was flirting with linearity, coherence, and representational artwork. Sure dodged that bullet, didn’t they?

Pluggers, 6/18/2008

Clenching extra-hard on her cigar butt, our noble plugger vows that this time she won’t forget to ask Dr. S. for her Aricept® refill.

You know, all these comics are from the Tribune Media Service. If I were Chicago’s Department of Water Management, I’d be looking into that.

— Uncle Lumpy

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Mary Worth, 6/17/08

Wow, check out Doc Corey in panel two! No longer the doughy doofus of yore, he’s confidently asserting his right to be cowed by the opinions of total strangers — and even sporting an adorable little wisp of chest hair! Faithful reader Daily Comics Reviewer thinks he’s been enmanlied by hate. It could be even simpler: since they went on their “break”, Jeff’s no longer scarfing down the estrogen supplements Mary sneaks into his Cialis bottle.

The Better Half, 6/17/08

Yeah, be careful what you wish for, Stanley.

Family Circus, 6/17/08

Hey Jeff, take a tip from Billy here — want some sweet treats from your white-haired, salmon-clad inamorata? When confrontation fails, try misdirection and deceit.

For Better or For Worse, 6/17/08

Ah, the Patterson women, passing family traditions and simple wisdom across the generations like a beautiful antique wedding gown. Except of course, for April, who just gets screwed.

— Uncle Lumpy

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Everybody nags writers, “Show, don’t tell.” But when the showing fails and the deadline draws nigh, telling will have to do.

Judge Parker, 6/16/2008

For days, we’ve been speculating, “Terrorist plot or drug bust — which will appear in the newspaper?” The answer? Not this strip, if you keep this up. And hey — the maid gets
the inside seat in the breakfast nook? How does that work?

Mary Worth, 6/16/2008

Here’s another newspaper comic about what appears in a newspaper. But don’t worry — the narration box helpfully explains that the newspaper photo is misleading. Taking Mary’s side, of course.

The Phantom, 6/16/2008

Ignoring the convenient ladder, the Ghost-Who-Showboats speculates about how awesome his awesome feat will look when it appears in print. As though anybody’s going to look past the first panel.

Spider-Man, 6/16/2008

Spidey’s narration box is as baffled as we are. And perhaps as bored.

Mark Trail, 6/16/2008

The second panel’s giant tortoise is rendered mute. Cramming his gullet with peyote — or is it deadly nightshade? — he prays only that his release, or the end, will be quick.

— Uncle Lumpy