I get so many inspirations from the funny folks over at the Comics Curmudgeon website (Go there. Now.)
Like a mashup in which a quick stroll down city sidewalks is met with unusual, scary, scary characters:
Or another when the mere mention of a 70s film goes right off the rails:
It’s not that Love is… panels can’t stand on their own:
It’s just that they’re a lot more fun (and make a modicum more sense) if they’re dicked around with enhanced:
It was bound to happen, sooner or later.
I don’t read Love is… unless someone at the Comics Curmudgeon notes something particularly heinous about a certain strip. So why on earth did I go at look at today’s?
Probably to recycle (it’s the right thing to do) an old mashup from around this time last year (courtesy of CC’s Dingo, a man of many appetites):
And then CC’s Écureuil Écumant noted that the operational appendage is reversible. Yep, that’s what you get with a product proudly made in the States. USA! USA! USA!
The 22 November Mary Worth and Jumble both allude to a similar malady (and yes, the answer to Jumble is “LAME EXCUSE”), with Dr. Jeff and his gimpy knees and the guy in Jumble having a bag of donuts accompany his tardy alibi.
Coincidence? Maybe, but I think it’s just better that if a cartoonist is going to be out sick or on vacation, it’s best if the paper uses re-runs rather than depend on other cartoonists to fill in. Unfortunate things can happen:
All right. When it’s a typical “Love is…” cartoon with this illustration and the caption “…the back story.“, what the deuce am I supposed to think?!
And even when teh secks is even a little more pedestrian, it still manages to be somewhat ookie:
When correctly viewed,
Everything is lewd!
— Tom Lehrer
Mark Trail! The Amazing Spiderman!
Actually, if we really want to be honest, it should be Sorta Amazing Mark Trail! The Pretty Lame Spiderman!
(And that’s “Sorta Amazing” in a “You’ve Got to Be Kidding Me” way…) Nevertheless, who would’ve guessed that diamonds trumped everything this week in the comics?
…ah, forget that.
When Pardon My Planet gives you this:
how can you (read, I) resist?
(This is going to be a huge thread…)
Why?
It’s a freakin’ Rex Morgan opportunity, for one!
That means some new friends:
(Yes, it is surprisingly difficult to put a tumor in bikini panties.)
And even some old friends — really old friends (yay, Count Morgu!):
Gosh, I love Rex Morgan. It’s/he’s probably my favorite mashup subject. Sometimes things get a wee bit dull when he’s not around, but have Rex enter the frame, and It’s All Good. I think he inspires his fellow characters to do their hysterical best (remember Max “the Ax” Malloy? Lee the Felon? Good times…)
And I’m the first to admit that I don’t read “Pardon My Planet” regularly (nothing personal, it just doesn’t happen). It must’ve been kismet to have clicked on the Saturday panel…
