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.
Family Circus, 11/15/04
Um, yeah, gorilla arms. Except that someday little PJ will be all grown up, and then Mommy and Daddy will be stuck with hairy, extra-long gorilla arms, and then what are they going to do with them? Besides pick lice off of each other and fashion crude tools, I mean. I guess the people who want to ban genetic engineering of humans might have a point.
Curtis, 11/14/04
Often, it’s not the punchline of a comic strip that makes me laugh the most. In today’s Curtis, the funniest thing was in the first panel of the second row: the evil Dr. Horsehead hides out in a “Co-op of Iron.” Curtis is an urban strip in the literal meaning of that word, and this just screams out “New York” to me in a pleasing and funny way. Were Dr. Horsehead’s parents renting back in the 1960s, and lucky enough to get in on the ground floor when the building went co-op? Do his neighbors complain to the Co-op Board about the constant gunplay, whinnying, and evil cackling? Is there a doorman? A view? And where do the other evil geniuses hang out? In the Condo of Despair? The Penthouse of Terror? The Walk-Up of the Damned?
I also like the pink welcome mat outside Dr. Horsehead’s door. Jeez, Supercaptaincoolman, all you had to do was knock.
Apartment 3-G, 11/13/04
Now we know the shocking truth behind Apartment 3-G’s current white slavery storyline: Margo’s evil supervillain client “Mr. Eldon” is really none other than … Pennsylvania Senator Arlen Specter!
No, really:
I’ve totally lost track of where Eldon/Specter is supposed to be right now. Did he get that picture from her purse? Does Margo carry around a framed, captioned photo of her and her ex-boyfriend in her purse? Because that would be pretty weird.
Incidentally, our evil slave master must be too busy managing his ever-growing army of hapless drones to understand the nature of carnal love, because otherwise he’d know that Pete could be her boyfriend and her handler. I do like the fact that he casually uses the nickname “FBI Pete” in his thought balloons, just like everyone else in the strip.