Tune in tomorrow as Rev. Croom embarks on a new life of selective observance. He'll dine and dash (thou shalt not steal), covet Herb's wife, murder Jamaal, and make a graven image, but he'll at least call his mom to wish her a happy birthday (honor thy father and mother). The funnies haven't been this theologically bold since Judge Parker financed the construction of a giant needle big enough for a dozen camels to thread.
Funky Winkerbean, 8/10/06
The Lockhorns, 8/10/06
Mary Worth, 8/9/06
That’s right, Mary, let the rage and hate flow through you. But wait until he’s actually standing in front of you to unleash that left hook.
Archie, 8/9/06
I have to admit that this is a pretty stunning layout — I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen a comic strip divided up like this before. I don’t know how it would look shrunk down to the size necessary to cram it into a newspaper comics section, but it looks good here. It’s a particularly good fit for the broad vista in the top panel. Too bad it’s all in the service of such a joke so spectacularly lame that I think it’s the product of a joke-generating computer — and not a good one, either. Some of Betty’s butt might have helped.
Hi and Lois, 8/9/06
Shitting. The baby is talking about shitting.
So in a comment on yesterday’s post, faithful commentor Harry said something that stuck with me:
The last panel of Rex Morgan looks remarkably like the posters for Brokeback Mountain.
Considering how much time we all spent snickering about “Brokeback Morgan” some months ago, it sure got me thinking. Here are the two images next to each other for easy comparison:
It’s even more striking if we flip Jake and Heath around the other way:
It sure is … interesting.