…when you have no idea what’s been going on in a storyline.
(Ghost whips it out whenever he can. — Old Jungle Saying!)
I was out of town the past week (Vegas, Baby! Hardware trade show, WOO!), and I missed action (Beth cooks Tom dinner! Lu Ann whines at Margo! Heather whines at June! and a Metric Butt-ton of genuine wolves ‘n’ wilderness in Mark Trail!) in many of the strips.
However, the Evil Bush Pilot snarking at The Phantom while focusing genuine Binoc-U-Vision(tm) on him is just beautifully rendered, and Kit waving E.B. P.’s wallet and I.D. at him is classic!
So of course, I’m gonna screw with it.
Twice! It. Is. THAT. Good.
Well, not really. But Bruce does the computery stuff on this site, so I’m letting him have some business card space with Kit.
I don’t quite understand fly-fishing. Granted, it’s more exciting than golf, but it seems that it would be less exciting than EVERYTHING ELSE ON EARTH!
Okay, that was several year ago before I stumbled across The Comics Curmudgeon (go check that out right now!), and I have to say if it’s good enough for Hollywood moguls, rich-as-Croesus attorneys, messed-up teenagers displaced by Hurricane Katrina, physicians who do something (I guess), eternal heroes and wildlife/wilderness writers, it must be good enough for me!
Kinda noisy and crowded, though…
When will we see Mary Worth in hip-waders, though? (Damn! Wilbur took his long-lost son fishing, too, didn’t he?)
Ghost Who Loiters just cannot leave well enough alone…
(an enterprise of Shady Shrew Mega-Corp. Yes, Shady is marketing “silk” garments again.)
And just to prove that It’s a Small World After All…
And we’re going to be questioning the wisdom of this trip for some time…
Over in the Deep Woods, Old Man Mozz (Village Prophet and Seer) dreams of awful things coming to The Phantom (Village Idiot)! Guran (Village Medicine Man) counsels The Phantom (Village Big Purple Goober) to stay safe, close to home! The Phantom (Ghost-Who-Does-Jerky-Things) longs for Adventure!
What could possibly go wrong?
*sigh*
Well, suffice it to say that Judge and Mrs. Parker are going to tropical Mexico for their son’s wedding, and Katherine is outfitting the Judge with the latest in early 20th C. exploration gear. This met with a really frightening expression from Hizzoner, which reminded CC’s Calico of Grumpy Cat.
Which led to a request that I was only too happy to oblige:
Which led to an opportunity to use the request again:
(and GC’s on my Facebook profile pic for the moment, too. Nothing succeeds like excess.)
…particularly if it meant getting rid of Kit, Jr. (aka, “Diaper Boy”).
OTOH, this is a nice little ending. I love the subtle difference between escaping and not getting away (BOOM vs. BOM, I think, but my Llongo is a touch sketchy).
(The nom nom nom communication was a last-minute inspiration.)
For some reason (and I’m sure there’s a swell one), the storyline in the weekend Phantom is completely different from the Sunday Phantom.
A pity, really…
