Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

I don’t mash on Frazz…it’s a very good comic all on its own (a wee bit too healthy for me, though).  I was a little confused today when the driver of a high-maintenance, low-MPG vehicle had been screaming at Frazz, and to have Caulfield comment on the incident:

Okay, so it was Stephan Pastis (big laugh at Pastis’ expense).  But wouldn’t it have been better if Pastis had been actually mooning Frazz?

You might say that it would’ve been impossible to identify Pastis’ butt if that had been drawn, and no big laugh would’ve ensued.  I’m not so sure, though:

You be the judge!

Mars may be in retrograde, but sometimes the Sunday comics align just like the planets.

…so little columnar space in newspapers.

And then there’s Marvin.

This space to let.

Good heavens, do I loathe 90% of the characters in this strip. And the potentially interesting ones just fade away…

…at least in the Luanniverse, mostly because the “heroes” are nebbishes, milquetoasts and passive-agressive jerks way down deep.  I don’t even want to waste the pixels explaining what’s been going on here — I just want Gunther to get creamed. Maybe they’ll bury him a Billy the Bookworm shroud.  Heck, I’d just be happy if his friend Knut told him to get bent and found someone else to hang with.

I don’t make in on the Comics Curmudgeon “Comments of the Week” very often.  That’s okay. I really enjoy doing the PhotoShop mashup thing the best…

Only it’s REALLY FREAKIN’ COOL when one of my verbal tirades gets a COTW Honorable Mention!!!  I’m posting them here, because it’s a nice perk, with so many folks reading Josh’s site.  It’s even cooler than having had a letter posted at FOOB HQ (well, unless it was a really vitriolic letter, and might’ve led to someone’s firing because it made LJ pitch a fit). Schadenfreude R Us.

[The links don’t work.  Come on…do you really want to see old panels of Family Circus, Mary Worth, or FBOFW?  On second thought, maybe they do…oh, these wacky techno times!]

24 February 2012: “Where’s the beret and the two-foot long cigarette holder? How am I supposed to know this fellow is in The Industry???”–bats:[  [This involved Mark Trail’s good friend “Steve,” a film-maker and a ringer for your basic ascot-wearing Charles Nelson Reilly affected type.]

15 January 2011: “The Bora Bora Lagoon Resort on Ventura Blvd in L.A. is probably 30 miles or so from Santa Royale. Mary might even drive the happy couple [Adrian and Scott] there, instructing them carefully on contraceptive methods as she does.” –bats :[

25 January 2010: “I think Chip’s friend works as an organ-grinder’s monkey on the weekends.” –bats :[

29 March 2010: The Phantom — “What a woman! I’d be blind not to notice! But she’s not Diana! Because Diana is dead, and this one is walking around and breathing and talking and stuff. Unless she’s a vampire! Or a zombie! Is there such a thing as a beautiful zombie? With a boat? She can’t be a vampire, because we’re standing out here in broad daylight — unless she’s one of those sparkly ones from that book Heloise was reading! Or was Kit reading that? I wonder who they borrowed it from; I’ll bet it was Guran! And if I were blind, shouldn’t I be Daredevil instead?”–bats:[  [There was an explosion where Diana worked and if appeared Diana had died in it … it was an insidious plot to make Kit think she had, only he discovers her in Gravelines (or something) prison!]

22 June 2009:“Why is Shannon such an apparently angry child? Because she’s drawn poorly? Because the ‘fun afternoon’ cousin Toni promised is ‘visiting’ with a banged-up invalid? Because Brad doesn’t have cable?” –bats :[

11 May 2009: “I like the fact that Jeffy seems mortified by Dolly’s ‘extravagant’ offer of cold cereal to Mommy on her special day. I suspect he suggested to the others that they make pancakes and bacon, or perhaps cheese blintzes, for her, and now he has to wear one of PJ’s snugglies, to hide the bruises.” –bats :[

29 July 2008: “I think Jeff and Mary have, consciously or not, begun a platitude-to-the-death competition. Who will win? Or are there ever winners in such a God-forsaken battle of bon mots?” –bats :[

10 March 2008:  This is Josh’s account of the Mega-Meetup in Tucson.  It was GREAT.  We laughed. We ate. We met a Web celebrity (Josh!) and his lovely wife (Amber!). We laughed. We took photos. We met an honest-to-gosh real comic-strip cartoonist (Bob Weber, Jr.).  And a number of faithful Curminions (I <3 Mooncattie).  We laughed some more.  We didn’t even get thrown out of the restaurant.

27 October 2007: “‘My book! My writing! I’m just like Hemingway!’ Yeah, without the pistol.” –bats :[ on Mike Patterson

22 July 2007: “I’m wondering when Dee’s going to start thinking hard about pulling a Kelpforth on the entire Maison de Patterson and taking it down to its smoldering, glowing embers. ‘Do you think your mom would mind if we removed all trace of her existence here for 30 years by immolation?’” –bats :[

Our friend queek from the Comics Curmudgeon is dog-sitting Tu’i for a couple of weeks.  I think you can just slide a bowl of kibble in there every day or so and Tu’i would  be pretty self-sufficient.  Oh, don’t forget the TV remote.

And just in case you’re not up to snuff on your ichthyology, the blob sculpin:

God exists, and He has a cruel sense of humor.

…or whoever our point guard is.

The ongoing controversy of whether the Milford basketball team should get tattoos rages on!