Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Maybe Cousin Brook will find happiness  before June kills her!

Meanwhile, Toots is demonstrating some mad skilz of his own:

Looking back on this, and what Brook is dealing with over at Ye Auld Gods Beauty Shoppe, maybe this is closer to the mark:

And then, just a little something to capitalize on with people standing on ladders. Oh, and stoners, too:

In the vast universe of name elements, it’s alway rather astonished me how comic strip characters share the same names — it’s not like there’s a finite number (Judge Parker vs. the Parker Bros. who have a hankering to beat up Mark Trail; Abbey Spencer vs. Abby the Wonder Dog vs. the wife/mom in Edge City;  Dr. Andy Reed vs. Andy the St. Bernard; etc.).

Still, when the Driver/Spencer’s trusty physician has the name of a certain medico we all know and love, it’s like manna from heaven:

I can’t really explain, only there’s a long history of June Morgan, “garage-cleaning,” and just about any filthy euphemism you might come up with.

That other comics stumble into the world of “garage-cleaning” is an unfortunate coincidence:

But Rex does eventually catch on.

I think.

So soon all Rex and June’s troubles will be solved:  Toots fixes stuff around the house and pays back Cousin Brook, Brook has enough money to move out.

Which still leaves Toots (and Sarah) hanging around the house.

I think this plan needs a little more work.

Rex and June Morgan have been wrangling over what to do with Cousin Brook and her Once-an-Item buddy Toots.  Eh.  Boring, responsible adult jabber.

Not without the occasional interesting visual, however…

And I have to admit that the best thing about the Responsible Adult strip on Sunday was that Rex has a Metrokane Penguin Thermal Carafe on his kitchen counter — just like ME!

I refuse to believe that it belongs to anyone but Rex!  And while I’ve never actually used mine, it’s just too cute (it has googly eyes, people! GOOGLY EYES!!) to keep in a dark, dingy cupboard.  Which I guess you could say about Rex as well.

I wonder what Rex would look like with googly eyes…

We kid because we love, Rex (*snort*)

Mike Manley is the face of the new faces in Judge Parker, a very talented artist who I think will do Woody Wilson’s stories and all those characters we know and love justice.

A few folks are a wee bit confused by a couple of characters.  Sam Driver and Randy Parker, being brunets, brown-eyed, and legal, tend to be mixed up.  I’m finding them pretty easy to distinguish between, with Sam’s longer hair and Randy’s brush cut.  Still, it never hurts to have the occasional refresher course.

Anyway, I’m a sucker for “field guides” of any sort (I’ve got a few, including ones on identfying holes in the ground, animal poop, and French cheeses.  I *don’t* think any of these are related.)

Stimulate that economy, Mary!

No! Don’t stop! Don’t return merchandise! Don’t platitudize!

Sunday’s Barney Google and Snuffy Smith had one of the characters slavering over the ripe, plump tomatoes in a gardening catalog (shouldn’t that be termaters in Hillbillian?).  Crankshaft has been plannig his spring planting for months.

Certainly gardening can’t be that sensual and seductive, can it?

[The description of the White Satin carrot is a fer real and true entry in the Territorial Seed Catalog. Do you really think I need to make this stuff up?]

but wouldn’t it be cool if there were some errant wrestling mats in Rex’s basement?

Well, we do have Toots…