I love that Uncle Herman's gravestone just says 'HERM,' entirely misunderstanding the purpose of memorials. Meanwhile, on the floor of a bowling alley, next to a gutter where no one can see it, there's a lovingly crafted plaque dedicated to 'Herman Nightjar Fishhawk, bowler, drinker, friend. He always bought the next round, and he loved conspiracy theories so much he married one.' I have to infer a few things about Herm's life, but that sounds about right.
Beetle Bailey, 10/12/05
Yeah! You’ll love it! You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll be scared, you’ll be … um … angry. So very, very angry. Angry at the filmmakers? Angry at all the chortling, weeping, and shrieking that went on in the theater? Angry at the creators of this strip, who can apparently only draw four emotions? It’s hard to say.
Mary Worth, 10/11/05
I’ll translate for those of you who don’t speak Biddy: “Jeff, you’re not going to be having sex anytime soon. But it’ll build character!“
Apartment 3-G, 10/09 (last panel) and 10/10/05
If you read Sunday’s Apartment 3-G, you might have been fooled into thinking that something — anything — was going to happen this week. Ha! Lu Ann’s freaked-out head bobble turned out to be entirely a result of a bad phone connection. She goes from wide-eyed panic to heavy-lidded, opium-numbed satisfaction in just two panels. This is even lamer than Spider-Man’s narrative delaying tactics from a few months ago. At least Tommie got to look on in sympathetic horror briefly, which is more than she usually has to work with.
Incidentally, in panel two Scott is looking an awful lot like former House Majority Leader Tom DeLay:
Maybe he thinks working with retarded Dominican children will get people to forget the whole indictment thing?