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OK, so I was planning on pounding out comics entries until the bitter end of the week, but it turns out that I can’t. So, this will be the last entry of 2005. We’re departing for our various wacky Christmukkah journeys tomorrow and won’t be back for a while, so this will have to sustain you until January 2. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: Morons in berets … on parade!


Other than that, I got nothin’, comics-wise.

I do, however, have something that I’ve been planning for a while that you might enjoy: Josh’s blog-n-alternative-comics roundup! First, the blogs. Unlike many bloggers, I don’t have a “blogroll” of favorite links in my left-hand column. This is because my left-hand column is already too damn cluttered, plus I think I’m better than everyone else. But for those of you who are interested, here are some blogs that I read regularly and that anyone who’s anyone should also read:

  • First off are blogs by three of your fellow Curmudgeon readers and commentors. There’s Subdivided We Stand by Smitty Smedlap, possibly the only man in America more obsessed with Mary Worth than I am; Foma* by yellojkt, who keeps it real in the E.C. and goes into a lot of depth on the FBOFW front; and The Conical Glass by loudfan, whose brilliant Mary Worth/Black Eyed Peas “My Humps” mashup I somehow managed to neglect to link to.
  • Then of course there’s Drink At Work, whose awesomeness you should already be familiar with, though you should reacquaint yourself with it frequently.
  • Waiter Rant is an excellent blog written by an anonymous waiter at a fairly fancy bistro in New York. Find out everything you wanted to know about just how badly — and, sometimes, how well — people treat their fellow human beings when they think they’re in a position of power over them. You’ll never order dinner the same way again.
  • Mini Proportions is a blog written by a friend of mine who goes by the name of “Little G.” She has recently taken on the life of a lesbian ex-pat hausfrau in Vancouver (well, the lesbian part isn’t recent, but you get the idea). With lots of time on her hands, she blogs about the absurdities of being an American north of the border. One thing you’ll learn is that Canadians really don’t like it if you don’t finish your food.
  • Mlik.org is the online home of our friend Dalton. He’s recently taken to promoting a nonexistent New Age band called “Star Magick,” so I’m starting to get a little worried.

And then, of course, there’s comics. My schtick here is all about the newspaper funnies, but there’s a bevy of comics I read online that you won’t see in the daily news:

So that’s it for me for 2005! It’s been a swell year, and I hope you and yours have a happy end-of-year celebration of your choice. See you in 2006!

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Get Fuzzy, 6/12/05

I spend so much time raging against suck here that it’s good for the soul to stop and contemplate a strip that I like once in a while. This isn’t even a particular standout of the Get Fuzzy oeuvre, but there’s much about it to like: the way the top of Rob’s head and tip of his finger just barely protrude out of the frame of the first panel, or Satchel’s varying and funny but completely recognizably dog-life facial expressions (which include his ears — the most important part of a dog’s “face”). But what caught my eye here is a silly but very in-character touch: Satchel dots his i’s with hearts, like a twelve-year-old girl. If Bucky could write, one wonders what he’d dot his i’s with — a skull and crossbones, perhaps?

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Panels from Fox Trot, Get Fuzzy, and Pearls Before Swine, 4/1/05

OK, to answer the question that you’ve all asked me: It was an April Fool’s joke. Or maybe it’s an April Fool’s “joke,” since the strips aren’t really that funny; I suppose the joke is that all three are identical. Woe to the person who only gets one of these strips in their paper. Get Fuzzy gets bonus points for using the word “piehole.”

Anyway, I go so much email about this that I thought I ought to address it, but what I really care about is Rex Morgan’s obviously undiagnosed manic depression.

Thank God he’s not one of the 45 million Americans without health insurance, because he’s going to need a lot of meds.