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Rex Morgan, M.D., 2/28/06

She also tied a note to one of his clubs that said, “Good luck, honey! I hope you get a hole in one!” But we don’t find out about that until years later, after the divorce.

Meanwhile, here’s a shocker from today’s Mark Trail.

On the left we have Blake, the Lex Luthor of eminent domain’s lawyer (we this know because L.L.o.E.D. says “You’re my lawyer, Blake”). On the right, we have Scott, erstwhile husband of Lynn, former co-conspirator to commit murder, and, presumably, current CEO of BoydCo. Put them together, and we have proof that the entire universe of Mark Trail is populated by about eight people.

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Panels from: Apartment 3-G, Rex Morgan, M.D., For Better or for Worse, Mary Worth, Mark Trail, 2/24/06

With apologies to Dusty Springfield:

The look of love
Is in your eyes
The look your smile can’t disguise

The look of love
Is saying so much more
Than just words could ever say

And what my heart has heard
Well it takes my breath away

I can hardly wait to hold you
Feel my arms around you

How long I have waited
Waited just to love you
Now that I have found you

You’ve got the look of love
It’s on your face
A look that time can’t erase
Be mine tonight

Let this be just the start
Of so many nights like this
Let’s take a lover’s vow
And then seal it with a kiss

Now that I have found you
Don’t ever go
Don’t ever go
I love you so

Have a romantic weekend, everyone. I hope it’s going to happen for you.

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So, I had a little quickie ready to do for Saturday’s Rex Morgan:

Rex Morgan, M.D., 2/18/06

I think it was going to involve the phrase “From the people who brought you the Wildly Overacted Margo Reaction Shot™, it’s the Wildly Overacted Rex Reaction Shot™!” or some such thing. That’s before I saw what a hot, heavin’ hunk of thinly veiled homosexuality awaited me on Sunday and realized that it might not be so overacted after all:

Rex Morgan, M.D., 2/19/06

February 19th’s Rex Morgan, M.D.: How gay art thou? Let me count the ways:

1. Panel two: “Define ‘play’!”
2. Panel five: “He said you took lessons from him a couple years back!” Radiating surprise lines. “Uh oh … is my cover blown?”
3. Panel six: Deep, inappropriate discomfort, covered up with tie adjustment. Stuttering. Embarrassment. Desperate attempt to figure out potentially dirty meanings of “saved his life.”
4. Panel seven: “Like I said .. I’ve heard a lot about you, Rex!” Come-hither stare. Potential three-way at 19th hole in the not-so-distant future.

You know who I think is most shocked by all this same-gender loving, going on (almost) in the open? The purple, ghostly shade of LBJ, in the far left of panel one.

And just because Rex is all gayin’ it up (again), don’t think that events in Sunday’s Mark Trail got past me. This edition was about ospreys or some crap like that, but the most important thing about it is that in it Mark appears to be drunk:

“You know what’s awesome? Frickin’ … ospreys!”