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Marvin, 8/7/07

Oh my God.

It’s not just stupid one-off joke.

Marvin is … apparently … going to be talking … in a moronic combination of l33tspeak and textspeak written by someone who understands neither … indefinitely.

Look, he’s even doing the stupid “1” for “!” thing.

This … this is awful.

It … it … NGGGGGHHHH … RAGE … NEED ANTIDOTE! ANTIDOTE!

Gil Thorp, 8/7/07

Ah, that’s … ah, better. Good times. Happy times.

Look, the Ben Franklin lookalike drummer seems to be addressing us in panel one! It’s Kaz-cam! Look, Gail’s head appears to be growing out of Kaz’s shoulder, or perhaps vice-versa! Look, Kaz is reading the not-a-threat with his eyes closed, perhaps to cover up for the fact that he’s illiterate! Look, the note is blocking Gail and Kaz’s mouths, perhaps because the artist really botched them and didn’t feel like redoing the whole frame!

Ah. Good times. Happy times.

Family Circus, 8/7/08

Actually, Billy, it’s because Granddad doesn’t love you, and never did.

Blondie, 8/7/07

Hey, everyone, Elmo’s looking at Blondie’s ass! It’s funny! Wait, not funny; I mean shameful. Shameful and discomfort-inducing.

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Hey, everybody, I’m guest-blogging over at Wonkette this week, where I’m expected to be on from 9 to 5 (it’s almost like having a real job!) so I’ll probably be posting pretty late in the evening for the next few days. But to tide you over, here’s some awesome pics of awesome readers! First off, here’s faithful reader American Idle, sporting his Gail Martin shirt at the Antiques Roadshow in Spokane:

And here’s faithful reader Calico, showing her M!B!S! pride at La Féte de la Nouvelle France in Québec City, in front of the Québec Parliament building:

Sadly, American Idle did not spot any fellow Curmudgeon readers, and Calico did not spot Thérèse.

Finally, here’s a disturbing note I received from faithful reader Vince:

So I was watching the 1971 classic film Vanishing Point today, and I was surprised to see the Rock and Roll Carole King making an appearance as one of the faith healers … Looking at the original Gail, there’s no way this is a coincidence.

Readers, I leave this to you judgement:

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Marvin, 8/6/07

I ought to have hated today’s Marvin, because it combines two of my least favorite things: ham-handed technology jokes that demonstrate only a passing acquaintance with technology and aim to shower contempt on “the kids today,” and Marvin. But I have to admit a certain fondness for it, because it climaxes with Marvin using his new and bafflingly l33t power of speech to insult his father’s sartorial choices. I mean, sure “h8” and “ur” would when spoken be indistinguishable from “hate” and “your”, but if Marvin’s dialog is all going to consist of the sort of heavy-lidded contempt for his parents’ aesthetics (and, hopefully, lifestyle choices and closely-held values) on display in the third panel, I’m not going to quibble about the orthography.

Mary Worth, 8/6/07

One of the great things about not having an office job (or a hospital job) is that I don’t have to listen to my annoying coworkers’ ill-informed opinions about my love life. Nosey McWhitepants sure has got a lot of nerve! Presumably he’s not getting any himself, and lives vicariously through Dr. Drew’s conquests, but his puritan upbringing forces him to filter it all through a layer of disapproval. It’s sad, really, when it isn’t irritating.

Dr. Corey the Younger here demonstrates the way turns of phrase run in families, borrowing the “very special friend” formulation that his father and Mary use to describe their ambiguous quasiromantic relationship. But that quick pimp slap to the throat? That’s all Drew, baby.

The Phantom, 8/6/07

The Ghost-Who-Revels-In-The-Psychic-Pain-Of-Others knows that the skull mark will heal eventually, but a good dose of post-traumatic stress disorder will last a lifetime.