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Shoe, 11/14/09

I’m on the record as considering Buzz, the cantankerous be-hatted coot here, to be Shoe’s most likable character, mostly due to his hilarious combination of senility and aggression. Naturally, I was unsettled to see Roz lecturing him on finishing his food as if he were a child. I was particularly unsettled to see that either (a) Roz has fed him a meal infested with vermin or (b) the massive amounts of prescription medication coursing through his veins are causing him to hallucinate.

Family Circus, 11/14/09

Is Billy really the one to explain to his mother the intricacies of the game? As we can see by his inky black pennant, he appears to be rooting for Evil — in the form of enmity between the two teams or fan bases, or perhaps even in the form of the players’ permanent physical harm — to prevail, no matter which team comes out ahead in the mundane matter of scoring points. At least his appreciation of the spectacle will probably be more sophisticated than Jeffy’s, since the younger Keane boy appears to be cheering for football as an abstract concept, or perhaps for the success of the actual, physical football.

Mary Worth, 11/14/09

“I know that adversity may come our way! That’s why I swear that I will punch each and every obstacle that appears in the path of our glorious love. I will punch them right in the face!”

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Family Circus, 11/4/09

The presence of Dolly in the background takes this Family Circus panel beyond this feature’s usual run-of-the-mill “Jeffy is a moron” territory. When you consider Dolly’s well-known and well-earned contempt for her brother, it seems unlikely that she’d be helping him search for his shoes; thus, I must conclude that all shoes in the Keane Kompound have been confiscated, possibly as a result of the suspiciously absent Billy’s successful escape. Barfy’s sad facial expression indicates that he knows what the kids don’t: even if you get across the half-mile of burning sand, you’ll just end up at the electric fence.

Pluggers, 11/4/09

Pluggers are so hard up for cash that they can only afford “choklit”, which, being made mostly from petroleum byproducts, doesn’t have an expiration date.

Archie, 11/4/09

Mr. Weatherbee’s anger masks his shame at almost being caught surfing for Mr. Weatherbee porn while at work.

Mary Worth, 11/4/09

“That’s right, you don’t have any regrets about your love life, do you Jeff? Jeff? Put down that coffee mug and look at me when I talk to you!”

Apartment 3-G, 11/4/09

OH OH WAIT SHE NEVER HAD ONE OF THOSE

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Apartment 3-G, 10/31/09

So Bobbie Merrill has spent the week angrily thought-ballooning while wandering through a suspiciously all-female Manhattan street scene, and today we learn the reason for the setting: she’s accidentally wandered into the crazed mob desperate to debase themselves on the humiliation-TV hit I Dressed In The Dark, a cultural phenomenon that Bobbie treats with richly deserved contempt. It’s hilarious to me that a character willing to offer up a “gift basket” (if you know what I mean) (and I think you do) to a portly middle-aged head-shrinker in return for prescription sleeping pills still turns out to have more dignity than Ruby and Tommie. Sorry, lady, Bobbie won’t be having any of what you’re selling, even though you work for “TV.”

Family Circus, 10/31/09

You might have expected the demonic holiday of “Halloween” to have been completely banned over at the Keane Kompound, but in fact Billy’s parents have dressed him up as the most terrifying thing they can think of: Daylight Saving Time, which is obviously a conspiracy by the U.N. and the Trilateral Commission to undermine American sovereignty and impose One World Government.

Gasoline Alley, 10/31/09

In the latest easily ignorable Gasoline Alley storyline, centenarian strip patriarch Walt Wallet and his caretaker Gertie went to a concert, only to be separated in a series of non-hilarious hijinks. Today’s strip is notable, however, because it appears to imply that it would really save everyone a lot of trouble if Walt were to take himself to the cemetery before dropping dead.