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Jumble, 5/20/05

How lame was today’s comics section? So lame that the first thing that caught my eye was in the first clue in the Jumble. I mean … there’s a cartoon in it, right? And it’s on the comics page, right? So it must be fair game for this blog. Anyway, I never do the Jumble, but it’s pretty obvious to me that the answer to the first clue is “kinky.” Kinky! Right there in the funny pages! My God, the children!

Anyway, in searching for an online graphic version of the Jumble that would save me from having to scan the thing, I discovered to my mingled wonder and horror that you can play a Macromedia Shockwave-version of the game online! No, really:

http://www.jumble.com/play.html

I swear, I don’t mean to sound like an ad for the damn thing — I certainly couldn’t be bothered to actually play, but I’m fascinated that this online version exists. Here is one of the most traditional, snooze-inducing, for-old-people-only comic features available, and it’s making use of cutting-edge (well, OK, 2003-era, but still) Internet technology to establish its Web presence. I mean, what’s next? Flash-based interactive Gil Thorp? Mary Worth virtual reality goggles? An upload jack that goes into the back of your skull and makes you believe that you are Hagar the Horrible? The mind boggles.

Also on the same pages: genuine, authorized Gil Thorp paraphernalia, including a “Property of Milford High Athletic Dept.” shirt. Just in case you were wondering what to get me for Christmas.

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Mary Worth, 5/19/05

Mark Trail, 5/19/05

It’s like they’re trying to taunt me. I mean, these two strips routinely move at the speed of a glacier; but somehow, in what seems like it should be a contradiction of all known laws of time and space, in the past few weeks or so they’ve become even slower. Seemingly every twist in this Mark Trail plot that might result in some drama gets nipped in the bud; meanwhile, Mary and Jeff are out at sea, cut off from all external stimuli, with the rest of the world fading out into the background: it’s like Waiting for Godot, except instead of the two of them engaging in absurdist philosophical banter, Mary is just reeling off platitude after platitude while Jeff looks like he’d rather be anywhere else, possible with a gun at his temple.

So, because the comics are being recalcitrant today, I offer a few funny sentences that I’ve thought up here and there and have been trying to figure out how to wedge into a blog post. I hope you enjoy them in this noncontextualized form.

• It’s not like it’s the most the subtle movie in the world, you know? I mean, I was only seven, but still, I was thinking, “Mom, the guy dressed in black leather and the mask that looks like a skull who keeps strangling people with his mind? Not a good guy.”
• It’s the sort of place that looks like it would sell CDs with names like This Is How We Do It, Volume 6: Best of Flemish 160 BPM DJs, 1997-1999.
• So we’ve seen Margo with her hair up, and with her hair down, but you notice we never see her putting it up? That’s because it would take about an hour, which would translate to about seven dozen strips, not counting hairpins.

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I’ve been plugging the merchandise steadily, but you and I both know that it’s been getting a bit stale. That’s why tonight I’ve taken some of your ideas and some ideas the Future Mrs. C. and I have been percolating on and revamped the Comics Curmudgeon store! You can still buy the Fence Post Frank hat (our latest model) and the “More Zippers, Mule!” shirts (timeless classics), but the mugs and other t-shirts have been replaced, and we have some sexy new items for you!

First, the new shirts. Show your solidarity with Milford’s unjustly accused by sporting a “Free Hutch” shirt.

Next, prepare for the inevitable spit-take with this fine mug, a desperate attempt to sex up America’s lamest burg.

And finally, what better way to show that you’ve “been there” than to sport boxers, a camisole, or (no, really) a thong that showcases your roadside status?

Thank you to the many fine posters who came up with the ideas for these. Alas, nothing is available from Cafepress in that hideous electric blue color.

Now, once you’ve bought this stuff (as I’m sure you will immediately) you are of course going take a picture of yourself wearing and/or using it and send it to me, right? Of course you are. I’m especially interested in some pictures from the ladies here — almost all of our current models are menfolk! I know the Future Mrs. C. is hard to top, but we strive for gender balance. (Please, though, no thong photos, or at least no photos of your thong on your … thong … area.)

What’s that address again? Glad you asked. It’s http://www.cafepress.com/joshreads, of course. Now go forth and purchase!

Oh, and I almost forgot to add that when I was making the underwear, I said, “I need to find a slutty font for this.” There’s a sentence you don’t get to say very often.