Wizard of Id has succintly portrayed the difference between Early and Late Medieval modes of warfare: while his Dark Age companions are boldly dying for their feudal lord, the canny Sir Rodney treats war as a profession. He is akin to the condottiere who would dominate later Italian warfare. That sly look and crooked smile is that of a man who sees human corpses as nothing more than money in his purse, arguably far more barbaric than his predecessors. But trebuchets suck for hitting single guys so we're probably about to see Sir Smarty Pants' insides in spite of his historically progressive role.
Mary Worth, 5/1/06
It gets worse, Kel: everything in that tupperware dish is just your portion.
How does anyone in Mary Worth ever put on any weight? The only foodstuff on offer there is disgusting off-white unidentifiable mush.
Family Circus, 5/1/06
You sure got that right, you little fucker.
Curtis, 4/30/06
If Curtis thinks that replacing his dad’s cigarettes with peyote will get the old man to quit, he’s got another thing coming.
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.