Wizard of Id has succintly portrayed the difference between Early and Late Medieval modes of warfare: while his Dark Age companions are boldly dying for their feudal lord, the canny Sir Rodney treats war as a profession. He is akin to the condottiere who would dominate later Italian warfare. That sly look and crooked smile is that of a man who sees human corpses as nothing more than money in his purse, arguably far more barbaric than his predecessors. But trebuchets suck for hitting single guys so we're probably about to see Sir Smarty Pants' insides in spite of his historically progressive role.
Rex Morgan, M.D. 8/31/04
Really, the art Rex Morgan, M.D. looked different when I got back from France. Right? Right? Am I taking crazy pills here, or what?
Maybe my comments were enough to scare them back into their old artistic style. I hope I don’t let my newfound power and influence go to my head.
Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 8/30/04
Here’s a fact that will give you a sense of how resistant the comics page is to change: Barney Google, one half Barney Google and Snuffy Smith’s titular duo, hasn’t been a regular character in the strip for more than 50 years. The strip was originally called Barney Google, and started in the roaring 1920s as the chronicles of the title character, a henpecked urban racing and boxing afficiando; in the 1930s, though, there was an American vogue for hillbilly humor, so Barney decamped to the North Carolina mountains and fell in with local rural layabout Snuffy Smith, who soon became the strip’s primary focus. Barney himself left sometime in the Eisenhower administration, but his name has remained.
Now, to me, the important aspect of this story is the fact that urban Americans have enjoyed making fun of hillbillies since at least the 1930s. It’s ever so much more comfortable being a culturally snobby elitist when you can claim to be the heir to a long history of culturally snobby elitism. (Anyone who tries to say that I can’t claim to be a culturally snobby elitist and still dedicate this much energy to comic strips can just leave now.)
Anyway, Barney Google and Snuffy Smith is one of those strips that seem to take place during some indeterminate time in the past, which makes it weird when the modern world — in the form of NASCAR, in today’s case — intrudes. (Yes, yes, I know, NASCAR has been around since the 1940s, but its popular omnipresence is a relatively recent phenomena.) It’s all the odder because Snuffy and his hirsute companion are listening on a classic Depression-era radio. Of course, just the idea of listening to auto racing on the radio would itself be inherently funny if there weren’t so many people doing it.
Today’s fun facts about Barney Google and Snuffy Smith all come from Don Markstein’s Toonpedia, which is a great comics resource. Among other things, it reveals that during World War II, Barney and Snuffy appeared in a combination propaganda film/comedy short called (I’m not making this up) Hillbilly Blitzkrieg. Where were the people who protested The Real Beverly Hillbillies when that happened, huh?
Apartment 3-G, 8/29/04
Apartment 3-G, like all other forms of visual entertainment, needs to please that all-important demographic of males between the ages of 18 and 54 (aka “the violent and horny years”). It can’t offer much by way of car chases and explosions, so it makes up for it with occasional cabana fantasy sequences like this one. I’m not really sure what the bizarre undergarment that Margo is wearing in the first panel is supposed to be, but once she changes, things really get started. She’s upstaged, of course, by her new boss’s bikini-clad daughter. The mention of “private school” offers us a tantalizing hint of jailbait, but because Apartment 3-G has a sketchy drawing style and a complete lack of cultural cues understandable to anybody under the age of 65, it’s impossible to tell with any degree of certainty how old she actually is; the oversized cocktail glass indicates that she probably just goes to Vassar or something. All in all, however, it’s still pretty sleazy, though nowhere near as bad as the time that the tiny-towel-wrapped trio of roommates spent an entire week sighing ecstatically in a sauna.
Actually, current plot developments may lead to car chases and explosions yet. The secluded mansion, the eccentric and domineering billionaire, the team of weirdly submissive female servants dressed in matching jumpsuits — all signs seem to indicate that Margo’s new client is some sort of James Bond-ian supervillain. This should make for a more exciting storyline than LuAnn’s studio’s ventilation problems. Hopefully the whole thing will climax with Margo battling an army of bodyguards, or possibly robots, for control of a giant death ray — while still wearing her borrowed bathing suit, naturally.
By the way, my hometown paper cuts off the first two panel of this strip on Sunday, so this is the first time I’ve seen the logo in the first panel. I have to say that the grinning, floating, disembodied heads of our heroines creep the living bejeezus out of me.