Right?
Okay, it is one of those silly cross-overs. I’m only doing this because I like Logan. I’d like him more if he looked like Hugh Jackman.
I so want a Charterstone pool party to happen, I can taste it. Of course, this is only so I can use some hawt June Morgan bikini shots to freak out Mary and the gang (and possibly give Chinbeard a coronary). In the meantime, I continue to reflect on the non-funnyness of many “comics,” and figure if you can’t be funny, at least you ought to look good.
Moreover, is there ever enough kitty litter?
Thanks to CC’s Baka Gaijin for the whole funny and strange idea…
This is what I get for watching Season 1 of “Dexter” in three or less days.
And just as rearranging the letters in “KELRAST” spell “STALKER,” rearranging the letters in “BLOOM” spell “MOB LO.” Creeeeeeepy!
UPDATE ON TASER-MANIA: I don’t read Marvin. It looks insipid enough from the drawing style, and from what other folks say, the insipidity goes down to the bone (or the text, as it may be). Still, a little jolt of humor never hurts, does it?
Love is… was creepy from the starting gate. Two naked kids (no hint of puberty, still they have kids, wear stiletto heels and fishnets, go to work, drive cars, bring flowers, think romantic thoughts) are “married” and profess their love for each other in Twitter-long nuggets. Mix in the tragic story of the creator of the strip dying young and then his wife pressing on and then dying a little older, and the offspring soldiering on with this mess. Funky Winkerbean is a walk in the park, by comparison.
I avoid it as much as possible, but there are times…
Eerie similarities…
(I do like CC’s Little Guy, in response to June’s aggressive interrogation (and even more aggressive removal of her sunglasses) ask, “Did I just hear Roger Daltrey screaming in the background?”. This is ringing all sorts of alarm bells, isn’t it?)
Here’s the original as a reference:
And here’s the mashup (you’ll have to add your own Horatio Caine):
Painting is not a great way to spend one’s time. Well, neither is sitting in front of the computer mashing up stuff. But sometimes good things come when you least expect it. During a vulpine investigation, for example.
[Okay, I’ll say one thing. I don’t understand those people who luuuuuve crapola like “Love Is…”, and FOOB with dying Farley and strokey Grandpa Jim, and Funky WInkerbean’s dead Lisa and eternally-mourning Les … and then find Lio creepy and sinister.]
Gosh, I love Rex Morgan. I think if I could only mashup one strip, it would be his (okay, with occasional sojourns into other strips, particularly when the Judge Parker universe has a dress-in-an-outfit-two-sizes-too-small-for-you story going).
But I love Rex and all of the new, fairly well-developed characters that are introduced, too. Even if they really aren’t part of the strip.
