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Gil Thorp, 6/7/05

I realize that I haven’t been keeping you in the loop much since the big police bust in Gil Thorp a few weeks ago. Basically, through a ludicrous sitcom-style contrived overheard conversation, the Milford jocks/compulsive gamblers now know that there’s a card cheater in their midst, but they haven’t figured out who it is. Today’s installment manages to drag out the supposed drama of the situation for another day before the shocking denouement. It’s a transparent attempt to make us care about a not-so-interesting kerfuffle. And yet … it works on me! I’m interested, nay, eager to know who’s making this dramatic off-camera announcement, even though I know that he or she will be so poorly drawn that I won’t be able to tell who it is! I’ve been sucked in! Damn you, Gil Thorp! Damn you straight to hell!

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One of the fun parts of doing the merch photos is that you get to meet your fellow commentors. This model posts under the nom de blog of Zipper the Mule, and she liiiiikes her gin.

Keep them pics coming, kids!

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Blondie, 6/6/05

I don’t have anything in particular to say about this Blondie strip, except that I like the word “Glambaster.” Is it someone’s last name? A product manufactured by the studiously ambiguous corporation that is Dithers Enterprises? An internal code name for some project in development? Whatever it is, it just rolls off the tongue. Glambaster! Glambaster! It’s the sort of thing that makes you think, “How would this word be portrayed in some sort of photo-rebus?” Well, wonder no more:

I thank you for your time.