I’m not an artist or an illustrator, and human figures, particularly facial features and expressions, can be damnably difficult to capture. Still, if you *are* a professional artist, at least make the effort! Sheesh.
Here we have some goober actually proposing to Dr. Adrian “Clueless” Cory, and she couldn’t be less focused on that massive engagement ring. Or more horrified:
Reggie was always my favorite Riverdale teen. He was good-looking and smart, and most of all, a snarker before snarking was cool. (Back then, he was just a smart-aleck. Just like me!)
Fortunately, other snarkers have come into the light, no longer afraid to be ridiculed, to be told that they’re immature, or that they act like middle-school kids, or that all they think and joke about is sex, sex, sex! (Hi, katya…that one’s for you, sweetie!)
[This is a slight reworking of the mashup I did early. The first one was rushed, because I didn’t want AeroSquid to steal my idea. You didn’t think I was going to take the fall for the broken Ming vase, did you, A.S.?]
Sigh. Nothing yet.
I’m forced to mash Mary Worth, and Sunday’s strip looks depressingly like a Sunday edition of Apartment 3-G — rehashing the past week’s events. This is especially depressing when you realize just how little went on in the past week, that it was rather boring, and that compressing it into seven or eight panels only makes it look like a summer rerun.
There are some arms flailing about and interesting expressions, to be fair, and some tried-and-true Marian platitudes. So instead of infringing on the original art or the dialog (stellar stuff, kind of like dark matter), just some snarky additions.
Yay! Charterstone’s favorite trophy wife is back!
And in honor of CC’s own “Perky Bird” for the following runner-up Comment of the Week:
I’m not sure what Mary is serving Toby, but based on the paleness of contents of both bowl and pitcher (http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComick.mpl?date=20090824&name=Mary_Worth ), Mary has taken that old adage to heart: If life gives you a bowl of peeled boiled potatoes, make potato-ade.
Why do I have the feeling this is just a subtle (or not) rehash/continuation of the Greatest Love Story in the World? Thankfully, it appears that Toby is losing interest already:
I am officially through with Delilah and Lawrence. (If they rip each others’ clothes off, if Lawrence has a massive coronary during the family-making, or if Charley bursts into the hotel room for a hot three-way, I could be persuaded to return.) However, This Story Is Over, whether Moy and Giella want to admit it or not.
I really thought today’s Mary Worth would be a very welcome Charterstone Pool Party (yeah, how sad is that?). Nope, more Delilah and Lawrence. So, for no good reason than to compare and contrast this tense, unbelievable relationship with another tense, unbelievable one on the comics pages, Ms. Moy’s dialog is surreally dropped into 23 August 2009’s edition of Funky Winkerbean.
Compare. Contrast. Hurl. Do what you will.
Okay, so it’s not dialog you’d find in a French arthouse film or a Bergman classic. Check out The Comics Curmudgeon’s “Friday One-Liners” thread for CC’s very-disturbed (read, my hero!) AeroSquid’s take on those.
…courtesy of people who are better than we are (i.e., movie stars and Mary Worth).
Famous, rich, beautiful, and still willing to look out for the Little People (i.e., us, not necessarily Munchkins). Okay, so HUGE star Godiva Danube was thrown by a horse when paparazzi spooked it, but this is referred to as a “Photo Op,” in the biz:
And heck, since when does Mary have to wait for a chance to meddle and express her opinion? Every waking moment of her existence is an opportunity!
Live Safe!
Okay, this is Friday. Please, if there is a God, the Love Story of the Ages will end tomorrow, and Sunday’s big splashy comic will be Mary recounting “all’s well that ends well” to anyone who’ll listen to her at the almost-the-end-of-summer-but-not-quite Charterstone pool party. (Meanwhile, Charley will be masturbating behind the privet hedge.)
All which means: time to use those last stilted panels of Lawrence and Delilah planning for their future (which, given Lawrence’s long-time two-pack-a-day, three-martini lunch habit, should be about six months)!
What is it with these two? Are they Hawaiian? Did they meet at a school for the blind? That their caresses are pretty much weird taps and touches is just downright creepy. Morse Code for Luvahs…
And I’m going to stray again from waiting for the next day’s dot-dot-dash-dot installment:
You know what bugs me about Lawrence (besides everything, I mean)? His hands. It looks like he’s always invoking God, or offering Communion, or trying out for the Santa Royale Easter pageant production of “The 1o Commandments.” What’s the deal, Larry?
Or are we just missing that elusive, last panel?
And now, you, too, can join in the fun!
The hallmark of the comic strip “Garfield Minus Garfield” is removing Garfield from the panels. It’s strangely funny and definitely surreal.
CC’s own AeroSquid puts a new spin on this with “Garfield Minus Garfield Plus X”. And you thought you’d never have a use for high school algebra! Just add an animal, vegetable or mineral and let the fun begin…
…only I’m not sure what category this fits into.
All right. Fine. Delilah is all growed up now and is devoted to Lawrence forever an’ ever.
So why do we have to waste an entire Sunday strip on the pumpkin-colored decor in Lawrence’s hotel room? Did he get a discount rate because his suit matches, and the front desk mistaken him for a hotel executive? And, if that had been the case, would Lawrence have been honest enough to correct the error?
Eh, who cares? I’m more interested in how Mary and her Posse view the result of her latest meddling gig:
