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Six Chix, 10/3/11

The comics do not have the best record of seamlessly integrating breast cancer awareness messages into their usual laff routines, so I suppose we ought to give Six Chix credit for making a halfway decent mammogram-themed gag, as well as for semi-accurately depicting one of the games from the Mario Brothers franchise. I was going to say that this freakishly proportioned doctor, with his oversized skull and bug eyes, looks like a classic movie mad scientist, which could explain his unorthodox medical equipment; but, honestly, his patient doesn’t look much like a standard-issue representative of H. sapiens either. Perhaps these two are all too aware of various forms of cancer, living as they do in a high-radiation zone full of mutants like themselves.

Baldo, 10/3/11

Oh, but SNAP, it looks like breast cancer awareness just got stone cold outrun (or outskated?) by diabetes awareness! Are there people rollerblading to cure breast cancer? I don’t think so! Boy, breast cancer awareness just looks like a pile of garbage now, doesn’t it.

Slylock Fox, 10/3/11

Once a habitat has been invaded by an outside species, can it ever truly be restored to its original state? Is the blunt instrument of government policy capable of managing something as delicate as an ecosystem, or do attempts to do so do more harm then good? Since species replacement is part of the natural cycle of life, is it even realistic to try to preserve a region’s biosystem in some arbitrary static state? Are these questions far too difficult for most adults to answer, let alone children? Oh, they are? Uh, well, then, just, I don’t know, count the snakes or something, I guess.

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Six Chix, 9/24/11

Complaining about the weird names that coffee chains give their various sizes on the Internet is pretty much the early 21st century equivalent of complaining about airline food on Evening At The Improv in the ’80s, but, really folks, what’s the deal with the weird names coffee chains give their sizes, am I right? They say “tall” when they mean “small,” ha ha! Anyway, at first it seems like this comic might be going in that direction, but it seems that the sizes at this particular coffee shop not only lack whimsical names but indeed lack any kind of proper noun referent whatsoever, indicating the dearth of imagination one might expect from a place called “Coffee World.” Based on the denouement, I guess the customer is less interested in actually sizing the coffee and more just trying to get the pretty boy to say words with his pretty mouth.

Pluggers, 9/24/11

Pluggers has spent this whole week regaling us with Pluggerisms from the Great Falls area, and it’s been a real eye opener for us coastal elitists. For instance, before today I assumed that a small town nestled in the Rockies would have beautiful clear air, but this panel reveals that the whole region is blanketed by a layer of noxious, carcinogenic fumes. Never go there!

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Panels from Beetle Bailey, 9/18/11

I have to admit that I’m starting to warm up to the “General Halftrack is an angry and increasingly disoriented old drunk” theme that’s appearing with greater and greater frequency in Beetle Bailey. Today we see that the booze just fuels his paranoia. It’s easy to imagine that everybody hates you when you already hate yourself!

Six Chix, 9/18/11

Like her prudish mother, our protagonist finds the display of the human body shameful even in private, and so is quick to cover her boyfriend’s genitals with a well-placed word balloon.

Pluggers, 9/18/11

I thought I would feel great satisfaction when the befuddled, ignorant man-beasts of Pluggers started to die off, with their corpses displayed for our amusement. Instead, I’m only experiencing a certain shamed emptiness. Let this be a lesson to all of you who yearn for the death of your enemies!