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Gasoline Alley, 8/22/05

Gasoline Alley is at it again with the realistically-drawn characters dropped into a highly cartoonish milieu without explanation. Check out the extreme close-up in panel two. I swear the artist is working off of a photograph here. Who is she? What is her relationship to the strip’s creators? And does she object to her portrayal as a Vegas cocktail bunny serving drinks in what appears to be a bathing suit?

This current Gasoline Alley plot deserves pretty much the same amount of attention as the last five or six, which is to say none, but I admit that I like the little halo floating over Lil’s head in panel three as she attempts to cute-old-lady her way out of a serious beating from the casino’s security staff.

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Gasoline Alley, 11/20/04

I think Gasoline Alley is making the (quite accurate) assumption that nobody reads Gasoline Alley on a regular basis. Because otherwise, why would it bother so obviously advertising the villain of this confrontation by having him actually twirl his mustache? Seriously. Mustache twirling = villainy. You can look it up.

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Gasoline Alley, 11/6/04

I would just like to point out that the soul who, up until mere moments before the action in this strip, was resting under the stone angel in the first panel was named Moira Less. Get it? It’s like “more or less.” Get it? Get it?

The guy in the mausoleum next door is named Uriah Pert; I’ve been staring at that for ten minutes, and I have to admit that I don’t get it. Please explain it to me, somebody. I do appreciate that ol’ Uriah had a big dollar sign put on his gravestone. Me, I’m going to put all kinds of freaky Masonic symbols and stuff on mine, so that someday some pot-addled teenaged conspiracy buffs will stumble upon it and it’ll blow their little minds.