Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…we’re in for another week of Tango Mania (aka, “Het Love Finds Big Gay Ol’ Seth”) in 9CL, but we have a bit of a respite with the Sunday edition.  And it’s a “Hallmarks of Felinity”, too!

For the past three months weeks, the story-arc of 9 Chickweed Lane has bored us to death with dealt with Big Ol’ Gay Seth doing the tango with Argentine Homophobe Fernanda. Very sexy, I think.

Well, it was the first week.

Maybe not so much the second.

Aaaaand, we’re looking for the exits by the third.

Anyway, CC’s queek, source of Cuteness, Kawaii Commando, posted a set of bouncy kitten photos and suggested that they were the lolcat version of the story.  And dang, if he wasn’t right (well, the dialog has been fudged a bit, but most of it does come from the Tango Sleazo story,  The Cartoonist regularly refers to his critics with the “B” word, and I can see Solange doing a much better job of the whole thing)…

(Oh, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE dese kitties!)

…the Dance of Desperation!

No, Fernanda, Seth really is gay. And showing him your lady bits is only going to make him gayer, if that’s possible.

But you can’t blame a girl for trying:

And then there’s the “Desperate times call for desperate measure” strategy:

And while BMcE is spending an entire week cramming life lessons down our throats by thoroughly-dislikeable people, everything could’ve been taken care of back on Monday.

Big gay ol’ Seth from 9 Chickweed Lane tries to convince his roommate’s uncle that a dozen kids later he (the uncle, not Seth) is gay:

Then the Comics Curmudgeon’s Sequitur is fairly certain of a red panda’s response to the strip:

Then Darwin (and I) get involved, and it all goes to hell from there:

…or maybe not.

Anyway, Gran’s beau from WWII is rediscovered, still alive, and after getting a severe tongue-lashing from Edda (not as much fun as you might think), goes in search of the Woman He Waited for for Fifty Years:

And to be honest, Friday’s dreadful 9 Chickweed Lane (9/10/10) was at least temporarily forgiven by Saturday’s (9/11/10) strip.  So you can choose to ignore this (or not):

And just in case BMcE diddles around with the Monday strip badly:

But that’s probably because there hasn’t been any deviant sexual fetishes that BMcE hasn’t already considered…

I can’t even begin to explain this.

[Other than Knute is my new favorite character in Luann — well, aside from TJ and Shannon.]

…no, really.

STFU.

Nobody gives a rat’s ass.

(tee hee!)

Yes, another Tale of Ribaldry grinds and wedges itself to a tedious end…

This quiet little moment between mother and daughter, Edie and Juliette, is only going to be followed by another five months (minimum) of Edie dealing with Brain-Dead Bill.

Hence, a much-hoped for end:

Oh, ho.  It was too much to ask for.

An end.

A simple, sweet, end.

Today’s strip brings us more hand-jive, which I’ve omitted.  No, you don’t need to thank me — it was cool the first two times, and now it’s become more trite than signature.  Anyway…