Rex Morgan, M.D., 4/29/06
If contemporary newspaper comics has offered a more unsettling image than panel three here — Rex with his eyes closed, about to slurp down a melting yet still nearly perfectly spherical blob of ice cream — I don’t wanna know about it. This level of disburingtude probably won’t be surpassed until FBOFW’s Liz decides to follow her incomprehensible heart’s desire and goes all slobbery on Anthony’s mustache.
Rex Morgan, M.D., 4/26-7/06
Well, no wonder she’s sick all the time, with these quacks for parents. I guess they’re trying to conclusively settle the “feed a cold and starve a fever, or vice-versa?” argument. Maybe they can convince Dr. Troy to open an all-dessert-based clinic, with Lou from Mary Worth as a silent partner.
Abbey, as always the smartest one in the room, looks like she’s unconvinced about the effectiveness of this protocol. She also looks to me disturbingly like a whacked-out Axl Rose (like there’s any other kind). But then, in panel two in Wednesday’s strip, Sarah looks a lot like Angela Lansbury, so I may be seeing things.
Beetle Bailey, 4/27/06
That’s funny, I think my initial response to “Beetle didn’t open his chute” would have been “If he isn’t careful, he’ll plummet to a terrifying, painful death.” Guess that’s why I’m not in the army!
Apartment 3-G, 4/27/06
“Yeah, your art, your passion, your life’s work … snoresville! It’s good thing you’re so dull yourself, so you don’t notice. I’m going to go do something more interesting now, like listen to myself talk. Ta!”
Judge Parker, 4/27/06
Oh, yuck. Is that what they’re calling it these days? I hope for his clients’ sake that he isn’t treating this time as billable hours.
Family Circus, 4/23/06
This may be the first time ever that I’ve appreciated the Family Circus in a non-ironic fashion. Then again, this may be the first time that the Family Circus featured the aftermath of a ghastly parody of a religious sacrament that quickly descended into child-injuring violence. My favorite aspects: the discarded bible, face down in the grass, its pages no doubt scratched to ribbons by Kittycat in a desperate attempt to escape salvation; and the dripping water and anger-produced steam emanating from the aforementioned still-unsaved feline. I am a bit curious about the transistor radio — tuned to some cheesy contemporary Christian channel, no doubt. I also think that it was overkill to use the hose and the bucket and the water already in the birdbath. They really tried to baptize the hell out of that cat.
Anyway, the only way this cartoon could have been improved would have been to dress Jeffy up like Robert Mitchum’s evil preacher from Night of the Hunter.
Luann, 4/23/06
Criminey, DeGroots, this is the ghetto-ist replacement for a TiVo ever. Join the modern age, already!
This next joke, on today’s Rex Morgan, is courtesy of Mrs. C.:
You know, for someone whose parents are a doctor and a nurse, Sarah sure is sick a lot.