Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…and punched the face of God.”

No, it’s not quite High Flight, even though geese fly high, and Mark Trail annoys them from time to time. But hey! There’s something even stranger than that bird-band Doc found on Mark’s old goose.  And if you’re not into High Fantasy, how about a little Religion?

This new, strange finding has really intrigued Mark:

Oooh, it looks like Mary is going to get her come-uppance…and it promises to be the Greatest Show on Earth!

Mark has finally found his way home, and he and Rusty are doing chores around the old homestead.  Which means, Mark goes and meddles with what appears to be a wounded Canada goose.

Did the goose ask for assistance?  I doubt it.

Is Mark intent on helping it (sort of a “pay it forward,” when Senora Momjeans helped him)? You bet!

And as an homage to an Irish Renaissance poet, Greek mythology, and classy types everywhere, CC’s bourbon babe, unbuckled has tweaked one of Mr. Yeats works:

I like mashing the Scoopy thing (thanks again, CC’s Josh F. himself, for the idea!),  and I don’t want to use the same characters if I can avoid it.  When the usual gang of contempibles is so very “usual,”  even Scoopy can be more jaded than usual…he might even enjoy a hug.

(I <3 Thatababy, by Paul Tart.)

Brooke McE (via Pibgorn, of all sources) has provided something that successfully cuts the saccharine cutesyness of Love is… It seems our usually nauseatingly-precious li’l devil dude has been flexing his muscle, and not a moment too soon.

There was a regular convergence of narcissists in the 20 July comic strips, as noted by many folks at the Comics Curmudgeon.  Sure, you can laugh at them, but seriously, can’t something be done to help them? A 12-step program, perhaps?  Maybe a 13-step one, for the really special ones?

Even so, I think a few members missed the meeting…

Maybe a preface will help.  Maybe not.

This is an excerpt from an actual online article about one of the most kid-friendly, all-American comics around:  Archie.

Archie Comics Publications is suing one of its CEOs for what appears to be a history of bullying and sexually harassing employees, according to the New York Daily News.

The suit, filed in Manhattan Supreme Court last Thursday, says Nancy Silberkleit barged into a meeting in 2009 and “pointed to each [attendee] and said, ‘Penis! Penis! Penis! Penis!’ and then walked out.”

Silberkleit was named Co-CEO after her husband Michael — the son and heir of Archie Comic’s founder, Louis Silberkleit — died in 2008. It was just a few months after Michael’s business partner, Richard Goldwater, also died; and with no succession plan in place, Silberkleit and Goldwater’s brother Jon took over. At the time, Silberkleit was a third-grade teacher with no business experience.

“I’m a mother coming into a very male-oriented business,” she told The Oregonian last year. “I’m not getting any support. I felt very alone.”

Luann being one.  Her so-called intelligent brother (he’s an EMT and a fire-fighter) is laid off, and his Bright Idea for employment is to apply for the custodial crew at a fast-food restaurant.  Good thinking if there’s ever a grease fire, I guess.

CC’s queek and carbunicle do read this strip, on the other hand.  And they have found something to laugh about.  Or snark about  (well, as long as you can sub a buxom beauty from the Lockhorns!):

And then CC’s Droopy Says referred to the time a few years ago when Brad got into a tangle with Bad Boy Dirk.  I knew I should’ve stopped reading after the cops lead Dirk away, but no…I had to keep reading to gain some insights into the the psyche that is known as B-wad…

Good job, fellow Comics Curmudgeon readers and snarkers!

It’s been seven years since Josh F. began his blog, the Comics Curmudgeon — HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to the blog, to his Holiness Pope Josh, and to the many, many fine Curminions who post and make me laugh and laugh and laugh.  I haven’t been there from the beginning, but I’ve been there several years.  It was a Very Cool Place to find when another site that I’d been a regular at crashed and burned and was relegated to the embers of Those Sites Whose Creators Don’t Give a Shit About.  (Yes, it’s still around, and it’s as feeble as ever.)

CC continues to be the home of fun, witty repartee and an amazing graciousness on the part of 99.4% of its participants…pure, like Ivory soap!

Congratulations, Josh!  Hope you’re at it for many years to come!

When I first found Edge City, I thought it might have potential:  a family comic, with the twist that the family is Jewish.  Huh. It might have some interesting cultural insight amidst the humor.

Color me wrong.  The Jewishness creeps in to pretty much annoy the family members (“Oh, God. Mom is making gefiltah fish from scratch — it’s a nuisance and no one likes it anyway.”  “We’re going on a cruise with all those wonderful buffets, and it’s during Passover, and we can’t eat the breads and pastries!”).  Cripes, people, be the Reform Jews you are (I guess they are — there’s no evidence of much orthodox ritual otherwise), or stop the kvetching.

Along with the being-Jewish-is-a-pain-in-the-tuchus aspect is some atrocious drawing.  I’m not the only one who’s compared Mom’s lips to a blob of Silly Putty, and since I don’t know the names of the characters, I’ll leave it to the Life of Brian School of Onomastics to refer to them as Mr. and Mrs. Big Nose.

And now, Mr. Big Nose has allergies or sinus problems or a small elephant up his nose, and he’s been annoying and/or frightening those around him for the past week.   When the “fun” in this “funnies” is based on an as yet untapped bodily secretion — phlegm — it’s time to deep-six the strip.  But not before we make some use of Mr. Big Nose — thanks heavens it’s Hospital Week in some of our favorite serials!

Okay, so Drew’s a young’un compared to some of the docs we know — Rex is an old hand with problem patients: