Sometimes, like Rex Morgan M.D., I just gotta let the speech balloons and dialog ramble. Of course, it’s just about the top for me when it’s Rex coming along for the ramble.
Someone over at The Comics Curmudgeon (sorry, I’ve forgotten the name — if you read this, let me know, so I can give credit where credit is due!) mentioned that the prostate-oriented chatter was pretty boring, and if we had to endure it, why couldn’t it be punctuated with great histrionic panels, like the Mayor’s wife Rose having a melt-down over the phone. That is true.
The same individual speculated that a coffee cup with Rose becoming a complete and total shamble would look good on a coffee cup. Also true.
Unfortunately, I don’t think we’re going to be seeing this any time soon over at Cafe’ Press:
…ah, forget that.
When Pardon My Planet gives you this:
how can you (read, I) resist?
(This is going to be a huge thread…)
Why?
It’s a freakin’ Rex Morgan opportunity, for one!
That means some new friends:
(Yes, it is surprisingly difficult to put a tumor in bikini panties.)
And even some old friends — really old friends (yay, Count Morgu!):
Gosh, I love Rex Morgan. It’s/he’s probably my favorite mashup subject. Sometimes things get a wee bit dull when he’s not around, but have Rex enter the frame, and It’s All Good. I think he inspires his fellow characters to do their hysterical best (remember Max “the Ax” Malloy? Lee the Felon? Good times…)
And I’m the first to admit that I don’t read “Pardon My Planet” regularly (nothing personal, it just doesn’t happen). It must’ve been kismet to have clicked on the Saturday panel…
Rex just wants to be friends. (Just because Mayor Stu’s prostate has more friends than he has…)
Gee whiz. It’s getting to be that while Lisa Moore is the Only Woman on Earth Who Ever Had Breast Cancer, Mayor Stu is in serious contention for the Only Man on Earth Who Ever Had Prostate Cancer.
I’m sure Rex would like to move on. I think. Maybe.
Okay. Maybe not.
DO SOMETHING!
If I hear much more about “leaking” and “prostates,” someone is going to die.
Honestly, I love Rex Morgan…it’s just that I have an odd way of showing my affection.
Poor Rex! Not only does he have to do his doctoring with regular patients, but he has to deal with ones who just barrel into the office without an appointment! No wonder our health system is the way it is.
Still, there’s a few moments for levity, or at least amusement at Hizzoner’s expense…
I think the serial comic strips are at their best when the title characters are present: Mary Worth with her stern self-righteousness, Rex Morgan with his latex gloves, Mark Trail with his Dildo-lens, Judge Parker with…something.
So when a title character is M.I.A., sometimes it’s best to invite one of the neighbors over:
