There’s a fine line and a real talent when to keep your mouth shut…
…and when you blather on just a little too much.
I like one of them! (and if you add Edda Burber into the mix, I’ll say, “I like one of them!”)
Hey! Just in time to drown our woes!
(Okay. I like cats ‘n’ ice cream!)
Happy All Saints’ Day! Me? Too many little-bitty packets of Whoppers for me — I think I’m seeing things, just like Rex…
No, I don’t know where the weird little kid came from (well, yes, I do…today’s Archie strip, but why I even read Archie today is another sign of sugar fallout).
Okay…time passes, and I’m more on an even keel. Well, at least to address someone who writes longer, more boring dialogue than I!
I realized that after I was finished with this (and too lazy to fix it), that skunks no longer use the Mustelid tongue. They have their own now, the mighty, mighty Mephitic tongue!
[No, I don’t know how to translate “Cuss Skunk.”]
But wait! There’s more! Maybe this should’ve been posted first — nah, I’ll blame BMcE for mucking up the panels.
Mother of mercy, is this the end of Amos?
[insert supplications here]
Just the usual crap TV Mommy uses to placate us!
And speaking of insipid ‘art’…
One of the hallmarks of BMcE’s cartooning style is drawing women (and a number of men, like Amos, who might be a woman) with very non-discernible chins. So, after all these years of seeing Edda and other Burber women without much of a jaw, I really did think the first depiction of Edda in the 7 August 9 Chickweed Lane strip was a wardrobe malfunction, not a glimpse of her jaw (gasp!) and tip of her nose. Granted, it was a little subtle for the artist, but I really did believe that.
(Fun Fact of the day: There are a few very primitive fish with no jaws that still survive. Fancy-pants people refer to them as agnathids, but reg’lar folks just call them things like “lamprey” and “hagfish.” I wonder if fancy-pants also try to link the etymology of the name Edda to the word agnatha.)
And since she’s being booted out of the ballet company, maybe it’s just best to throw bouquets. Shine on, you crazy diamond!
Like its creator, hell if I know! Edda and Amos continue to dance with extraordinary clumsiness around a real relationship (unlike the characters in Luann, at least there is the reality of sex thrown in…peculiarly, of course), and that’s about all you really need to know.
And just because this whole thing is involving innocent people…
Oh, well, I figure it can’t be that much of a spoiler…and anyway, it’s already 26 May in over half the world (probably the half that is blissfully free of Funky Winkerbean in syndication).
It’s been an exciting Prom Week, hasn’t it?
And now…it’s that most magical and wonderful and memory-making of times (hey, I’m making this up as I go along, since I never went to a prom…I did go to a Gold and Green Ball once (nice choice of colors), which was sponsored by the local LDS Stake and was actually a lot of fun–wonder what happened to Larry Blackburn…probably married a nice Mormon girl…wonder if he’s on Facebook)…the Crowning of the Prom King and Prom King!
Oh, heck. So much for stalling.
Anyway, after much speculation (most of it snarky) from the folks at The Comics Curmudgeon, the obvious vote is obvious.
The less obvious ones are funnier…
I. Am. So. Excited.
I. Am. Still. Excited.
…I’m hoping for a cockroach.
