Rex Morgan is back in the office, and his first task is an unpleasant one of telling Funky Winkerbean Mayor Stu that he has prostate cancer. Of course, Rex is the consummate professional…
The USPS has issued a series of five stamps honoring the comic strips.
Let’s just say of the five chosen, as far as I’m concerned the Post Office is batting .200 (with the Calvin and Hobbes selection). Needless to say, I’m not buying these because I like way less than half of them.
BUT! Oh, my gosh. If you’re a regular reader of Josh Fruhlinger’s The Comics Curmudeon blog, you’ll know that today’s entry (“Friday One-Liners,” 7/16/10) is so chockful of great “shouldabeen” stamp selections that you’ll laugh up a lung, or some unidentifiable bits of something. (A premoistened “Marvin” stamp! A totally black “Funky Winkerbean” stamp!)
CC’s Boojum pretty much capped it:
The Calvin and Hobbes stamp may be neither bought nor sold, but must be received as a pure gift. Properly applied, it can deliver not only the letter but the sender – immediately and free of charge – anywhere he or she can imagine: the planet Glorg, a snowy hillside, or the place where cooties are born. Its best and truest use, however, is to return the sender to childhood, and thence into a future of infinite possibilities. It is, always and forever, a First Class stamp.
*sniff*
Check out the entire merry thread:
Anyway, there’s just not enough stamps in the world to honor that which should be honored. So here’s a very limited-run series of Rex Morgan, M.D. characters. They weren’t around for long, but nuts to that. And because he’s a doctor and knows these things, Rex has contributed some health and community-building insights that he’s garnered over the years on the golf course in his medical practice.
And not that anyone would use these stamps once they’d purchased them:
And where better than in two soap strips, both of which featuring Young People in Love (or Like, or Blind Date…something like that):
Well, maybe there will be a little more of a “spark” in this one:
And rather than speculate on the glop being served us tomorrow by the Family Circus (or Mary Worth, speaking of glop), I wonder what an old-fashioned July 4th cook-out would be like on the Morgans’ deck.
Mmmm….hot dogs. Bratwurst. Foot-longs. Kielbasa. The list goes on and on.
Cousins Brook and June have been accosting bad guys and recovering mugging money, so they haven’t needed my help. I just thought I’d better check on the Dynamo Duo:
and yes, June ta-tas are doing just fine, thank you!
Currently over in Morganville, Cousins June and Brooke have located the thugs who mugged Brooke and are merrily giving chase.
Meanwhile:
(I did this mostly because a recent pet peeve of mine is the artists of serial strips like Rex Morgan and Judge Parker are bedewing the luscious lips of their young female characters with things that don’t so much look like sultry spots of shiny lip-gloss as they do canker sores. Suddenly Mary Worth is looking pretty hot by comparison.)
Andy Reed, Investigative County Coroner (and Vampire, too!):
Dr. Roberts, Slick New Young Doctor!:
Some Guy, Funeral Home Director and Embalmer!:
So, June’s cousin Brook lands a tidy little job, only to be mugged with the day’s deposit on the way to the bank. While I’m wondering who the perp might be:
we suddenly have a meet-up with a fresh, new face (well, figuratively speaking)!
Well, not when The Finger is poised.
I wouldn’t hear of it!
And neither would Rex nor June…
