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Mary Worth, 7/7/05

I’m beginning to think we’ve all treated Rita a little harshly. I mean, sure, she’s a belligerent, foul-mouthed drunk, but she’s got good reason to be: her daughter’s dead and she’s been kicked out of her apartment and forced to beg for help from someone she barely knows.

Mary Worth, on the other hand, is crazy. I mean, if I were in Rita’s shoes and Mary suddenly pulled this swan routine on me, I’d be all like, “Damn, girl, my life is f’ed up, but you are wack. Go on with your crazy-ass swan-having self.” I like the way that Mary is framed by the inky blackness of … well, whatever it is she’s standing in front of (is that the shadow of the door?) and surrounded by a glowing aura of widowish piety. And are those porcelain swans, or plastic, or … I mean, does she play with them in the bathtub or something? I’m getting more creeped out with each passing moment.

Do you suppose Dr. Jeff’s met the swans? I think I’d like to see the strip where he does, because I’d like to see him cry.

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I’m back from Cali but swamped with work — probably won’t have time to get a real new post up for a day or two. Still, for those of you who didn’t click on the link in the comments: faithful reader Mooncity had some free time and loads of talent and put together:

the adventures of … THE COCKTAIL!

Definitely one of the coolest bits of fanart ever. Moon, let me know if it’s OK to download to my site so I can add it to the “best of commentors material” that I’m gonna put together, you know, any day now.

Update: Uh-oh, I think we’ve overwhelmed Mooncity’s feeble Geocities account. Moon (or anyone else who has it): please e-mail me the graphic and I’ll post it here!

Update to the update: OK, I’ve got the graphic on my own hardy servers now — the link above should work again.

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The Lockhorns, 7/1/05

Rarely has the Lockhorns been accused of aiding and abetting the cause of good taste, but consider this: this panel could have described (or, worse, depicted) whatever kind of accident it was that somehow involved Leroy’s tongue. Think about it — but not too long, if you value your peace of mind.

Folks, the future Mrs. C. and I are off for a long weekend in the somewhat sunny San Francisco Bay Area, where we’ll be partying with our Left Coast friends and taking in a patriotic 4th of July wedding. This feature will return on Tuesday the 5th, or, you know, thereabouts.