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I’m guessing that there are a lot of you who often read this site and think to yourselves, “Gosh, I’d love to kick a buck or two Josh’s way,” but you haven’t purchased any of the Comics Curmudgeon store items because:

1. You think they’re poorly designed or in bad taste.
2. Your religion considers the logos to be “graven images.”
3. You’re not going to be a walking billboard for some jerk on the Web, man.

Well, fear not: now you can just send me your money directly and get nothing in return! I know, it sounds to good to be true. The only catch is that you need to set up a PayPal account to do so, which you know you’ve all already done so that you can buy antique Hummel figurines on eBay and what not. Just click on the donate link on the sidebar.

Of course, if you have purchased some Comics Curmudgeon stuff, I again urge you to photograph yourself using it, so you too can be world famous like Dalton here. And speaking of Dalton, I urge any of you who are troubled by any questions whatsoever to pose them to Dalton on his exciting new Website, askmeanything.org.

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Herb and Jamaal, 2/12/05

Ever since last year’s terrible comics cull, I’ve found my job (and I’m using the word “job” loosely here) of reading the comics so you don’t have to a little tougher. I’ve finally come to the conclusion that, though the best of the serials went into my Houston Chronicle custom comics page right away, my art (and I’m using the word “art” loosely here) suffers from the absence of even those crappy comics that I didn’t think I’d miss. So now they’re all back in the rotation, including such longtime non-faves as Dennis the Menace, Marmaduke, Ziggy, and, of course Herb and Jamaal.

So here it is: did ya miss it? Maybe it’s just because I saw Bad Education last night, but all I have to say about this comic is that you’d think we’d be a little less cavalier these days about depicting priests praying to be “filled with … worthwhile stuff.” Aaaah, hatin’ on poor old Herb and Jamaal: it’s good to be back.

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Mark Trail, 2/11/05

Is anyone else painfully disappointed that this Mark Trail adventure is about to abruptly end thanks to an oh-so-convenient passing helicopter, and will apparently not feature Mark fighting off vicious sharks armed only with his encyclopedic understanding of sea life and his bare fists? Instead, it looks like we’ll get a quick flight back to shore, followed by the arrests of some coke-smugglin’ no-goodniks. B-o-o-ring!

On the other hand, our incredulous (or perhaps all-too-credulous) helicopter pilot seems to think Mark is being held close to the surface of the sea by some supernatural force; perhaps he’ll mistake the outdoorsman for Christ Himself. If word gets out, there’s no telling how Mark, drunk with power, will exploit his legions of followers. Perhaps there’s hope for my harem-of-polo-shirted-women idea yet.

Speaking of polo shirts, this strip also features sign #293 that Mark Trail is not drawn by a gay man (or, if it is, then by a gay man with a good deal of restraint): despite the fact that he’s soaking wet, Mark’s shirt is singularly failing to cling to his rugged, manly physique in a provocative manner.