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Archie, 9/30/09

I’m all in favor of comically over-exaggerated gestures, and thus I approve of Reggie facepalming in reaction to Jughead’s cheerfully open Jason Blairing. Still, I’m a little concerned about the massive wind-up he took on it. Note the shockwaves radiating from the beleaguered egotist’s face; that’s going to bruise, I’m afraid.

Crock, 9/30/09

Since I’m always quick to mock the syndicate colorists for blatantly ignoring in-strip coloring cues, I feel obliged to give them kudos for their work here. Grossie is being praised for her “new dress,” despite the fact that, in black and white, she’d appear to be wearing the exact same niqab-esque thing she always wears. At least the colorists have ensured that today she appears to be wearing a sort of hideous lilac shade instead of her usual unflattering safety orange.

Family Circus, 9/30/09

Well, it appears that we are going to be subjected to Jeffy’s intermittent pantslessness and naked ass more or less indefinitely. If only the monsters responsible would just let us know what their demands are so that we could agree to them immediately, no matter how humiliating!

Luann, 9/30/09

You know, say what you will about the Brad-Toni storyline in Luann, but at least when I encounter it I know what to feel (revulsion). I admit to having no idea what to make of the Elwood thing, which is … storytelling, of a kind, I suppose? Is “bafflement” sort of like “involvement”? I’m not even firm on how old the supposed millionaire is supposed to be; as originally introduced, I think he was supposed to be in high school with the other characters, but now he’s … not? Anyway, I can see two reasons why Elwood would allow the sixteen-year-old object of his misguided affections keep the big honkin’ diamond he wooed her with: either he really is as rich as all that, or it’s a tiny camera with a wireless transmitter and his long-running plan is finally coming to fruition.

Marmaduke, 9/30/09

“In related news, our dog is a terrible four-tongued demon-thing!”

I’ve posted about this before, but I’ve been receiving a flurry of emails about it, so: Yes, there’s a Marmaduke movie in the works. Yes, Fergie and Jeremy Piven are in the cast. Yes, it will be rated NC-17, for the most horrifying violence ever depicted on screen.

Marvin, 9/30/09

I’m not sure I approve of S&M overtones in strips involving babies, but if in the end Marvin gets punished, I guess I can’t complain too much.

Spider-Man, 9/30/09

Dear Spider-Man-reading public eagerly awaiting another instance in which this strip’s hero, who is ostensibly endowed with “spider-sense” that “tingles” at the approach of danger, is nevertheless bashed in the back of the head by an entirely non-super-powered adversary, such as a bowler-cap-wearing manservant or a brick: today is your lucky day.

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Slylock Fox, 9/29/09

My goodness, it’s been nearly three years since we’ve seen a Six Differences this bleak. In fact, this installment may be even more disturbing: while the previous strip featured a fish dead so long that it had skeletonized, today’s features a fresh corpse that’s just risen to the surface; the still-living fish hasn’t even had time to realize that it’s now sharing a tiny bowl with the floating body of the only friend it’s ever known. More disturbing still is the difference between the two little girls: in the scene on the right, the tyke is shedding a tear for her beloved aquatic pet, but in the left-hand panel she’s merely watching the process of death in wide-eyed fascination. Perhaps her “experiments” are now ready to move up the food chain. Don’t leave your meals or drinks unattended, mom and dad!

Mark Trail, 9/29/09

“They probably thought you were a wildlife ranger … you know, because you wear what appears to be a uniform, you bellow random facts about nature at inappropriate times, and you dish out violence as if you had some sort of law enforcement authority. You can see why the poachers made that mistake! Uh, I mean, I heard that they made that mistake, from other kids. Please don’t punch me!”

Dick Tracy, 9/29/09

So Ringo, having once ratted out his corporate bosses, is now ratting out his carnival underlings; the lesson we are meant to draw appears to be “never trust a whistleblower.” I guess I never expected Dick Tracy to get on board the “Stop Snitchin'” bandwagon, though I suppose learning about crimes from informants denies Dick the fun of beating confessions out of suspects.

Beetle Bailey, 9/29/09

Otto, your continued presence in the barracks is on the line here, so you might want to not openly acknowledge your responsibility for infesting Camp Swampy with vermin.

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Many of the What Would Margo Do? bracelets are at long last arriving on the wrists of their intended! I thought I’d provide some fun pics sent in by readers like you!

Here’s faithful reader Nathan:

Faithful reader Alkibiades:

Faithful reader Dub Not Dubya (with bonus Finger-Quotin’ Margo Mug!)

Here’s a pic from a faithful reader of “my exceedingly bitchy rabbit, Penny, wearing her new ‘What Would Margo Do’ bracelet. Just like Margo, Penny bites, growls and charges with the slightest provocation. My 2-year-old son, my cat, and I are terrified of them both.”

Here’s one from faithful reader Red Greenback:

And one from faithful reader Jumble Jeff (yes, that Jumble Jeff) channeling his inner Margo to … hey, wait a minute…

Faithful reader buckyswife believes that Margo would be reaching for the booze right about now:

Faithful reader mollificient is stone-cold harpin’:

And, finally, this mysterious but evocative composition comes from faithful reader Baka Gaijin:

We’ve got plenty of these left over, so anyone choosing to put anything in the tip jar between now and, oh, let’s say Friday will get one! Once again, an ENORMOUS thank you to all who contributed, and you’ll be getting your WWMD bracelets (if you haven’t already) and thank-yous soon!

Also, Uncle Lumpy refuses to sit in judgment over your comment wit, so I was going to let Violet’s comment rule the roost for another week, but I started collecting candidates Sunday night and came up with a decent list, so, well, here’ your comment of the last few days!

“‘How come Hootin’ Holler never makes that list, Uncle Snuffy?’ ‘Because Hootin’ Holler is a foul gangrenous pit of futile nothingness. Also, the sisterfucking.’ ‘Haw haw haw! Oh, wait.'” –TruthOfAngels

And the funny runners up!

“Kudos to the officer riding shotgun for thinking ahead enough to bring both his retro-style cellphone AND dainty sweat-mopping handkerchief.” –Paddy

“Ah, the oath. For generations the citizens of Hootin’ Holler on their 16th birthday swear the dire oath to kill and eat any stranger entering their lands. This oath also explains why everyone has the same nose, no one appears to have a chin and the odds are pretty good that the coonskin cap isn’t the only thing on Jughead with a tail.” –zerowolf

“Seeing as he’s talking like a ’30s gangster, why not have Clowny-Clownpants talk out of the side of his mouth? Watch out, side-talker, Dick’s gonna squint at you some more!” –MolyBendum

“DT: TWISTS ONLY WORK IF THE PLOT WAS ALREADY GOING IN A PARTICULAR DIRECTION.” –commodorejohn

“Pluggers have thick verdant lawns because pluggers suspect that indoor plumbing is a form of witchcraft.” –One-eyed Wolfdog

“Attention Mark Trail writers: you need to work on giving your stories more complexity if you can condense the last two weeks into a sentence-long recap bubble.” –Alan’s Addiction

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