Or maybe not…
And if one day with Toby and Dawn isn’t hell enough on earth, here’s a little more sympathy for the Devil Mary.
And if a Trifecta of Bad Taste isn’t good enough…let’s go for the Superfecta, as suggested by CC’s Rana!
I think the guy in question is Darin’s adoptive dad, who was once the Westview High School principal. I think Darin was Dead Lisa’s bastard child. I think all these interconnections would still fail to make an interesting movie. Or life.
Even mixing it in with two other strips for some sort of surreal trifecta doesn’t help. (In case you haven’t been following closely (just like me!), evidently gave Margo Magee a chicken milk stinkbomb as a Christmas gift, and it just detonated in one of Apartment 3-G’s closets.)
(Yes, it is now appropriate to ask “WTF?”)
…two comics that complement one another. I love, even more, when a follower of The Comics Curmudgeon points this out. Thanks, Amos Snarkadder, CQB!
And I also love finding *something* on the Intertubes that just needs to be included in a mashup:
I (seriously) wonder if anyone has contacted the folks at Cake Wrecks about the latest Mary Worth storyline:
No, really:
Well, I just did, because Cake Wrecks NEEDS to know about this debacle.
It took a week of driving around aimlessly and ego-massaging, but there are times when one must take the bull by the horns and Mary by the spatula…
Dr. Jeff’s misgivings of Mary “helping” yet another sad sack are well-founded.
..and that he’d been abandoned for Mary’s new “project” (thank you, Netflix!):
Oh, hey, so we finished the romance of “The Ballad of Dawn and One-Armed Jim,” and now Mary is trotting out a new Charterstone resident to inflict her meddle upon (and whom we’ll likely never see again). Mr. Dill is a retired widower with a penchant for cake decorating, and Mary has encouraged him to enter the annual Santa Royale cake-contest. I don’t know what the first prize is (maybe the opportunity to work in the Bakery at the Santa Royale Super Wal-Mart for a week), but if that’s the case the second prize is probably the opportunity to work in the Bakery at the Santa Royale Super Wal-Mart for two weeks).
The meeting of such creative minds will no doubt be exciting…but might it become confrontational, as two sensitive blossoms try to bloom together?
Dear me! Here’s a mash-up from a week or so ago that gives a little of Mr. Dill’s background (I don’t know why I didn’t post it. I was probably terribly busy getting ready for our annual New Year’s Eve party…those salmon squares don’t make themselves, you know!)
But back to today’s exciting discussion! (Because, face it, discussions with Toby are really never very exciting.)
Hits. I meant hits. Honest.
From your lips to God’s undisembodied ear, Jim…
Plus some absolutely fabuloso commentary from the funny folks at the Comics Curmudgeon:
And who could possibly forget…
I can’t really recall when two of the serial comics more or less ended their plots at the same time. (Oh, come on…you know it’s just denouement from here on out.)
And I give all credit in the “Short ‘n’ Sweet” or “Less is More” category to CC’s Red Greenback for this absolute treasure:
