My friend queek is dogsitting again. I was pretty sure Tui was a plush to when I posted his first photo back in May…now I’m sure! (The ears just slay me!)
And it seems that Tui is basking in the latest victory of East Lansing over Ann Arbor, too…
Love is… isn’t on my comics reading list. But dang, if someone doesn’t mention it on the Comics Curmudgeon website (joshreads.com) that more often than not, I’ll go and look at it and just have to snark it. Dang it.
The naked little chick gets around…not that anyone has a problem with that!
Probably just a throw-away panel to the original cartoonist, but SNARK GOLD to mashup folks like me!
Who knew it could be such an easy solution…
…for whiny kids…
…and whiny adults…
Maybe it’s not really any more funny (assuming it was funny to start with), but at least it might be more surreal (yes, Zits’ Jeremy text-messaging his mom to shave his butt in a badly-spelled manner was the joke in the 15 September panel):
Then again, maybe it takes a Comics Curmudgeoner (thanks, Sequitur!) and a musical version:
…no, not Jeffy Keane.
Oh, girls can get so scared about the strangest things, can’t they?
And even the tiniest thing, too!
Maybe that’s why there’s just something about…
I hope you read Cul de Sac. The cartoonist, Richard Thompson, must have kids. Real kids with strange little imaginations and weird and wonderful ways to look at the world. Not like a lot of cartoonists who (A) never have had kids; (B) have had kids a gazillion years ago; or (C) “write” kids the way grammas and aunties want to see them, as adorable and passive, something vaguely plastic.
The Comics Curmudgeon‘s bourbon babe, unbuckled recently commented that certain cartoonists (she was looking rather pointedly at Jeff Keane) really ought to take a tip from Richard Thompson, who knows how to work with the child characters in his strip — this is a good thing as Cul de Sac is a family-based strip.
I thought that was a little harsh. I think way down deep, li’l Jeffy Keane is in those circular panels, crying to get out and express himself. Maybe there’s just a big, fat man in front of him.
Oh, boy! Cayla’s family has the HONOR and the PRIVILEGE to meet a WRITER! Don’t you wish you were any of them?
That’s it?!? Disappointment doesn’t even run. It kind of moseys, or slogs, maybe.
Gina goes on and on. And yes, now I haz it…sympathy for the devil Mary Worth:
…the most boring character in Luann is Luann.
That doesn’t mean that any of the other characters are likeable. Like her idiot brother Brad. A trained EMT and fireman, he’s laid off because of budget cuts, and he finds a new job that showcases his talents — high-school level employment at Weenie World. Oh, there’s a man-hungry boss lady, too, which everyone on earth apparently knows is a man-eater. Except for Brad.
Do you watch HBO’s True Blood? Brad is on the same intellectual plateau (or valley) as Jason Stackhouse, only way less attractive and sexy. And since this is the comics (like Amos in 9 Chickweed Lane), and amazingly, like a lot of television sit-coms, gorgeous women fight each other for the privilege of being seen with these troll-dolls.
…it doesn’t have to make sense!
And you’ll be doing yourself a favor (and learning how to protect yourself from the impending Zombie Apocalypse) if you read Wayne Kotke’s ZOMBY!, http://d2rights.blogspot.com/search/label/Zomby .