Dennis the Menace, 7/5/08
This is today’s Dennis the Menace! It’s about the Mitchells’ dog urinating all over the back seat of their car.
Garfield, 7/5/08
This is today’s Garfield! It’s about Jon stepping in excrement.
Shoe, 7/5/08
This is today’s Shoe! It’s about a horny, horny bird-lady.
For Better Or For Worse, 3/31/08
My wife asked me to pass on this message to Ellie, Connie, and Lynn Johnston: IF YOUR ONLY CHILD IS A SON, YOU WILL NEVER GET TO BE A MOTHER OF THE BRIDE. IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW GAY HE IS.
I have no idea what exactly this strip’s patented Foob Pun is supposed to mean. Unless it involves owning your children like barnyard animals. Then you can mate them to suit your purposes and dress them up exactly the way you always fantasized about, and you don’t have to care about what they want or think! OK, it’s beginning to make sense.
Dick Tracy, 3/31/08
The current Dick Tracy storyline, in which a sinister villain is holding a batch of prominent citizens hostage in his mansion and Dick has snuck inside the compound inside an “antique Chinese kwanxoi” (a nonsense phrase we’ve heard repeated about six dozen times at this point) is pointless and dumb. Still, I admit that I’m not immune to the charms of today’s final panel, in which Detective Tracy is slithering out of the belly of this horse like some heavily armed intestinal parasite.
Mary Worth, 3/31/08
N … no! No Toby flashback! No! In the name of all that is good and holy, NO!
It may already be too late to stop it. Still, I’m hoping that Toby’s glassy-eyed stare in panel two is not meant to indicate that she’s casting her mind back to her pre-trophy-wife childhood days, but merely that she’s all Xanax’d to the gills, as usual.
Garfield, 3/31/08
Jon is about start peeing on everything. Garfield is right to leave.
I thank everyone for your e-mails! You always keep me up-to-date on the latest comics-themed insanity from the dark recesses of the Web. But today there’s been such a flood on two items that I feel I should share them with the rest of you: