Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…yeah, whatever.

I feel a little explanation is in order. In the mashing of the current Hang-Dog Dawn’s chance meeting with a stranger at the Galleria de Santa Royale, I’m not the only one.
Brigman and Moy start the encounter (boringly enough):

…John L. from Facebook’s “Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon” helps improve upon the story:

…and darn it! If I don’t have to feed the kitty!

(Yep, that’s Mark Trail’s packrat, too.)

I guess it only goes to show that “Many cooks make a turgid plot readable.”

So Dawn goes to the Santa Royale Galleria, buys underwear, and runs into a stranger. And then things get stranger.
Hey, at least this is a diversion from what promises to be an insipid plot (apol0gies in advance to M. Trail).

…Dawn has returned. Evidently she’s been in Europe, hobnobbing with real people. I’d give her a bright, shiny quarter if she’d stand up to Mary occasionally…

Then again, even if Dawn did stand up to Mary, would anything be accomplished by it?

So I’m really trying to limit myself to a select few comic strips (Rex Morgan, Mary Worth, Mark Trail) for mashability, but it seems that Judge Parker is going to the Big House (aka, the Slammer). The administrators of justice generally have No Luck there, and it looks like good luck is not going his way.
At least if I got to tell the story.

…just go for the gusto! You’re not getting any younger, and Mary hasn’t run out of breath yet.

It’s Sunday, and Mary and Jeff are still wandering the sea, looking for the Bum Boat Bistro or something. Conversation (read, Mary pontificating) continues, so I chose to just skip ahead to the final panels.

So, our two lovebirds have landed at the Bum Boat, where the talk and rehashing goes on and on. OTOH, there’s no danger in beating a deadhorse, is there?

As I mentioned a couple of years ago, all (or most) of the serial comics artists seem to have retired and been replaced by younger folks. While this is kinda good (rather than just killing a strip entirely), did we really need to have Mary Worth doing the Benjamin Button thing? Get any younger, Mary, and you’ll be kissing Charterstone adios.
On the other hand, many of her friend continue to surround her and follow her good sense with a slavish devotion. I suspect that’s all you can expect for a buttinsky like Mary. Oh, and Toe-by, the fat Professor’s trophy wife, also keeps time ticking away by experimenting with the latest and greatest hallucinogens that Santa Royale has to offer.

…I’ve been absent for two entire years. The reasons do include the fact that
our pathetic excuse for a local newspaper includes no serial strips (my favorite);
I have no idea of what’s going on in any of the serial strips (aside from the realities that Mary Worth continues to meddle, Rex Morgan continues to be a medical boob, and on);
the updated version of Photoshop is a bear to use (old dog…new tricks…poop on a learning curve, sez I);
a number of artists have changed (RMMD, Juggs Parker, etc.), and their new interpretations are kinda bland;
Luann, 9CW, Pibgorn, etc. still live (on par with Donald Trump running for president;
and fill in your own explanation/excuse.

I doubt I’ll ever be as prolific as I once was, but I’ll try to post from time to time, and I hope that it give yous a chuckle when I do.

Remember the day-trip that Tommie is making to upstate New York to find a wildlife rehab center for her fawn?  And that the vet in Happiness Falls NY offers her a job (when last we saw Tommie, she was a licensed and practicing R.N./midwife)?

THREE WEEKS GOES BY!  It says that right in narration box!!!  I don’t know what’s more unsettling:  no one has seen Tommie in her place in NYC for nearly a month, or she’s wearing that same damned pink turtleneck that the fawn probably piddled on and that Tommie’s been mucking out stalls in for the last dozen days.  Ewwww.

Or.

Is it really Tommie?