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The Phantom, 6/26/05

I direct your attentions to panels one and two of the bottom row: At last! A faux-deep ethnic sidekick is called on his pidgin native-wisdom bullcrap! You’re next, Yoda! You hear me, you little green dimestore Buddhist con artist?

Folks, you ought to count yourself lucky that you weren’t here and I wasn’t posting during my lovely fianceé’s absence. It was one part Rita-style darkened-room self-pity and one part Bandar medicine-style inability to concentrate or remember things. The future Mrs. C. is back now, and I’m back from the Bad Place, but I’m not going to even try to cover the drama of the end of last week in the comics. However, unlike the shameful incident a few weeks ago when I purged some messages unread and earned your everlasting enmity, I did read your comments this time around, and so did Amber, and as proof I offer a transcript of a conversation we just had:

A: They’re talking about us. We’re famous!
J: Um, technically, honey, I’m famous.
A: Hey, I was described as a “cutie.” You were simply “bearded.”

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Apartment 3-G, 6/22/05

Waaahh! The Future Mrs. C. is out of town for work for a few days and I’m lonely! None of the comics today are particularly inspiring! Margo put a shirt on! Waaaaaahhhhhh!

My life: a never-ending series of trials.

“You told him he’s a weirdo?” should definitely be a part of any complete list of classic Margo-isms, though. Also: Margo’s hair was already up yesterday, so I wonder what fiddling she’s doing in panel one. Presumably she’s ratcheting up her bun so tightly that nothing, not even fun, can escape.

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So I get an e-mail in my in-box today with the exciting subject line “Margo Goes Topless!” Sadly, it’s just faithful reader Scott Brodeur pointing out that Margo’s been prancing around with her blouse off for the past couple of days, which might have been exciting if she hadn’t wearing some Eisenhower-era undergarment the whole time:

I mean, when we’ve already have sexy Margo scenes like this and this, this week’s offerings aren’t so special.

No, what’s of more interest to me in comics land is that I’ve laughed aloud at Shoe for the past two days!

Shoe, 6/20-21/05

I mean, lookie there! Two Shoes in a row that were funny! Although, strictly speaking, I think the first is funnier than the second. And if you really think about it, the set-up for the second doesn’t really make sense — a quick survey the Perfersser’s desk will reveal that he is not in fact suffering from OCD. And … um …

Oh, what the hell. You know it’s what we all want!

Half-naked and … desperate, you say? Hmmm…