Post Content

I’ll bet you’ve never really thought of “Mark Trail” and “fan art” being used in the same sentence. Well, that’s all about to change. Faithful reader Em Stone sent me some Mark Trail fan art, featuring everybody’s favorite UNPREDICTABLE nature photographer, Kelly Welly:

Click here for a closer look. I love the way that Em created a sexed-up version of those pink polo shirts that get Mark hot. Also, the gratuitous beaver shot is quite charming.

For more of Em’s awesome art, check out her deviantART site or her portfolio site.

Speaking of awesome, faithful reader Jeff Roberts offers his take on what happens in For Better Or For Worse after the laughter fades on his site, The Last Panel.

Post Content

As a popular blog, I get literally hundreds and hundreds of spam comments posted a day. Fortunately, the vast majority of them are caught by Spam Karma, an excellent blogspam filter. If I really want to, I can log into Spam Karma to see just who’s been trying to post ads for penis enlargement and usurious mortgages to my Web site. Imagine my surprise at the name at the top of the list yesterday:

“Bird feeders,” eh? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

Also, here’s a funny cartoon in which valiant souls try to fix the Foobs. Good luck with that, guys.

Post Content

For Better Or For Worse, 11/13/06

OK, so maybe this final panel doesn’t mean what we all think it means. Maybe it’s been punctuated wrong. Maybe Elizabeth means, “You’ve changed so much? I don’t believe it. I think you’re the same whiny, passive-aggressive, schlubby, boring, dull, soul-crushingly dull, boring, boring, boring, dull, annoying, whiny…”

Oh, who the hell am I fooling. TRUE LOVE CANNOT BE STOPPED.

Mary Worth, 11/13/06

Aw, see, Mary? She’s just as scared of you as you are of her! It’s like it is with bears! And speaking of bears…

Mark Trail, 11/13/06

Huh, some of that dialogue seems awful familiar … almost as if I’d heard it before somewhere else. But where could that have been?

Mark Trail, 11/11/06

God damn it, Mark Trail, don’t you move slowly enough without, you know, just repeating the same damn dialogue over two strips? At least Jake and Snake have swapped lines in what’s suddenly become some kind of low-rent, heavily armed Waiting for Godot. The giant rabbit has fled, presumably out of boredom.

I do have to admit that if I were in the process of being kidnapped by mulleted cabin-dwelling bearnappers, I would be profoundly uncomfortable to learn that my fate would be determined “back at the cave.”

Slylock Fox, 11/13/06

I’m not resentful that I spent five minutes staring at Slick Smitty’s coat, trying to figure out if the fact that he was wearing a suit and had rolled up his sleeves was a clue about the origin of his latest flight; nor do I begrudge the fact that the crucial clue to this puzzle is Smitty’s watch, which is completely illegible. Rather, I take umbrage on behalf of our broad-tailed, buck-toothed friend. Why is he just “the beaver”? Why doesn’t he get a patented Slylock Fox clever name, like “Bobby Beaver” or “Buford Beaver” or maybe even “Castor?” Instead it’s just “the beaver,” like they’re all alike, like their individuality doesn’t matter. This strip is racist.

Family Circus, 11/13/06

Translation: “When I grow up, I’m going to move as far away from the rest of you losers as the science of the age will allow.”

Marvin, 11/13/06

Wow, Marvin sure isn’t afraid to disparage Italians. Good thing none of them live in Indiana, right? Right? What? Uh oh.