Mary’s survived the mugging and is being squired around NYC by Broadway actor Ken Kensington…how exciting! But a simple stroll can be ever so much MORE exciting…
Tim Rickard’s Brewster Rockit, Space Guy!, is such a joy because it happily borrows from everything in the space/science fiction genre. Darth Vader and the Mother Alien are not uncommon visitors, although Brewster is usually plagued by villain Dirk Raider and his Cylonish stormtroopers. I just wanted to get back to basics with some of the bestest stormtroopers ever, courtesy of the Evil Galactic Empire ™:
(I just hope everyone takes this with the good nature it is intended….Oh! MY SPLEEN!)
WHO is this mysterious woman?
WHY is she so intent on hiding Mark whereabouts?
WHEN will the Coast Guard decide to look for Mark again?
WHERE is this taking place?
WHAT the deuce is going on?
and
HOW do I make random words stop bolding?!
Tie-in time!
(Anyway, Mark Trail goes back far enough (and apparently is stuck in the late 50s/early 60s) that “Mark Trail vs. The Commie Threat” should’ve been a major story.)
Yay! Star Wars!
(And yet it’s not as though Dawn is the first to wear the brass bikini o’ Hutt lust: http://snarkitupfuzzball.nexiliscom.com/?p=3720 )
Force Lightning! I should’ve known:
Can Mark Trail, friend of wildlife and master of the secrets of woodland creatures, figure out that some two-bit politico wannabee has it out for him? At least he’s got allies…
Any minute now…more action…
This week’s Mary Worth looks like it’s going to be filled with accusations and much-self pity by Dr. Mike, who seems bound and determined to revert to a petulant 10-year-old.
Safe it, Mikey. There’s a lot of other things I’d rather do than hear you whine. Even more than you already have.
It seems one storyline is ending and another is beginning in Mary Worth. Unfortunately, this has garnered a week-long vamp as we all wait in breathless anticipation of Who’s Meddled Next?
Some of us are a little more impatient than others, leading to all sorts of juicy speculation:
So, Dawn Weston has successfully surfed the ‘Net and has discovered that Kurt Evans is some other guy’s bastard son. Personally, I think blowing the lid off this scam is the only course of action, but hey, I don’t live in the same condo community as Mary, either…
Of course, allegiances in Charterstone come and go, and who might’ve been a nemesis one day could be a BFF the next. (If Dawn turns into Mary Worth 2.0, heads will roll, however.)
Oh, well, nope, I guess not…Dawn is on her own:
The limitations of colors for comic strips usually have me saying nothing when folks in Bright White shirts with Very Black vests show up.
But hey…if someone feels the need to invoke Han Solo’s sartorial splendor, I feel the need to indulge them:
