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Rex Morgan, M.D., 2/14/06

I’m guessing that, on Valentine’s Day, a lot of my readers who like the ladies wish they were all domestic with June Morgan, N.P. And it’s not just because of her ample bosom, or unnaturally bendy physique. No, June is a dream girl because she’s so gosh-darn easy to please. I mean, this is a Valentine’s Day strip, and I don’t see any flowers, or candy, or any of the stuff that Cathy of Cathy has been obsessing about for weeks. But all Rex has to do is brush his nose against her cheek and offer up a little air kiss, and all of the sudden she’s so over the moon that she’s got a little heart floating over her head. If that’s his Valentine’s Day gesture, under what circumstances does he actually deign to touch her skin with his lips? Anniversaries in years divisible by ten?

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Yeah, so, it seems that under certain, rarely used operating system/browser combinations (like Internet Explorer on Windows XP), after my redesign users attempting to leave a comment were instead taken to my PayPal donation page. No idea why this happened, but rest assured it was not attempt to extract revenue from my commentors. Should be fixed now. Sorry about that.

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Mark Trail, 2/13/06

It’s troubling times in the soaps: Mary Worth has been reduced to thought-ballooning platitudes to herself; Rex Morgan has managed to make a plotline about war, drugs, and gambling boring. Therefore, it’s nice to see that, after a long time of losing his way, Mark Trail has finally delivered the goods. There’s been a lot of awesome stuff in this storyline — half-brother-on-half-sister leering, Mark naked and nippleless, a skinny bumpkin thrown to the pigs, a St. Bernard fighting an alligator — but this scene, in which our hillbilly triumvirate is brushed back with a lusty ZZIP! like so many inbred bowling pins, brings everything to a pinnacle that we won’t reach again for many moons, so take a moment to enjoy it now.