Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

And like in a sentimental way, not a crazy cat-lady way!  Dean Booth over at his new blog site, Dean’s Comic Booth, said some very nice things about me and this site (“master of the Rex Morgan mashup” is a compliment, right? Right?), and more folks have been coming here as a result.  Advertising works!

Thanks, Dean!  Your site is keen (not Keane), and if you haven’t checked out Dean’s antics, please treat yourself:  http://comicbooth.com/blogengine.net/

Since I didn’t have a really good place to put this, I’ll stick it here:

Please note that in this Sunday’s RMMD, Guido is sporting some fantastic-looking skin tone!  He’s apparently of Latin heritage at last, as opposed to being the sad victim of some congenital, jaundice-producing syndrome.  The panel above demonstrates the new and improved Second Officer.

Of course, you know this won’t last!

While we’re waiting for the Next Exciting Installment, I’m messing around with great expressions. Again.

But wait! There’s more!

I really love Rex Morgan! I know, I know — I’m repeating myself.  But two silly little panels from the 12 March 2009 can just send me into a swoon. It doesn’t advance the plot, either the real one or mine.  But you know what?  I don’t have a plot!  Bwahahahahaha!

(It would be better with Dr. Andy around, but swooners can’t be choosers, or something like that.)

Gosh, I love Rex Morgan. I think if I could only mashup one strip, it would be his (okay, with occasional sojourns into other strips, particularly when the Judge Parker universe has a dress-in-an-outfit-two-sizes-too-small-for-you story going).

But I love Rex and all of the new, fairly well-developed characters that are introduced, too.  Even if they really aren’t part of the strip.

Or maybe Margo Magee’s estranged father! And his friend Dr. Morgan! And his kissy-face!

What Margo really, really wants to know: Where’s my $&#*(@ pizza?!

I’m not a huge fan of Apartment 3G, but sometimes strips align themselves very nicely, kind of like the full moon last night.

Sometimes you just find the Platonic ideal in stock illustrations:

Which, of course, reminds me of cocktail parties, and cocktail dresses, and cocktail smalltalk.  Hey, that’s right, the party at Judge Parker‘s!

All good things must come to an end, but in Parkerville, it’s not a peek in the powder-room, with the ladies adjusting their makeup and their mammaries in their thin, silky rayon mammary holders.  Nope, it’s a couple of lawyers sitting around talking.

…I do a whole mashup based on a throwaway panel. It’s okay…the rest of the strip wasn’t that exciting, aside from the ship’s physician coming down with the Nautical Norwalk infection.

Guido continues to be the Man of One Thousand Expressions (none of them natural).  However, Rex knows who the hero is (if not the eponym) of this strip!

That’s my guy!

A recent Rex Morgan had June making a fierce pucker.  I figured (although it kinda creeped me out) that matching it with a previous Rex pucker might make an interesting belated Valentine.  So I went to my stash.

Do you know how many freakin’ puckers these people put on?!? It’s a damned grapefruit/lemon/lime fiesta!  Don’t even get me started on the “close calls”!

The only saving grace is that Andy Reed has never demonstrated such a thing.  Don’t you dare, Mr. Nolan!

As if June weren’t having enough problems with Rex scaring the bejabbers out of her with this Norwalk talk, here comes Agnes Dunsmore!  Not a pretty sight, first thing in the morning and all…