Archive: Hagar the Horrible

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Rex Morgan, M.D., 10/19/05

Rex looks puzzled and anxious in panel three. Missing thought balloon: “Soccer ball? Does he think I went to some kind of European medical school! Damn it man, try to hold it together!”

Apartment 3-G, 10/20/05

Lu Ann, your engagement is falling apart! Your love life is crisis! This is no time for hand-jiving!

Hagar the Horrible, 10/21/05

Yeah, it’s just as ridiculous as saying that people will play a game that involves knocking a tiny ball into a hole with little sticks! Or that there will be an organized medical profession! Or institutionalized and regular taxation! Or … oh, why do I bother?

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Hagar the Horrible, 8/31/05

I am waaaaaay too tired and fried to say anything coherently funny tonight, so I thought I’d bring up something that’s been bugging me all week. Does anyone else think that this week’s Blondie-themed Hagar the Horrible strips look like they’ve been drawn by someone different from the person who’s been drawing them for the past few years? Two possibilities come to mind:

  • The usual team walked off the job, refusing to participate in this corporate whoredom.
  • The original team was so excited by the crossover concept that they were lured off the golf course and back into the studio.

Thoughts?

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Hagar the Horrible, 8/25/05

If I’ve ever complained about the lack of historical accuracy in Hagar the Horrible, I take it all back. In comic strips that take place in pre-modern times, there’s certain aspects of the setting that make for fun jokes (like funny clothes and technical backwardness) and certain aspects that do not (like pressuring your underage children into marriage).

Tune in next week when Honi dies in childbirth at the age of 19. Oh, the hilarity!

All this Viking daughter-pimping hasn’t distracted me from today’s special guest appearance in Rex Morgan, M.D., though:

Secret talks with oil barons? Fixed intelligence on Iraq? Tender, delicious puppies, cooked just the way he likes them? That’s right, baby: Dick Cheney always gets what he wants.