Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…right?

…let’s see: thick, moron, idiot. Is there going to be a point when someone in the audience catches on? Is there nothing on television tonight that anyone feels compelled to race home and watch? I think it’s a plot to keep Andy at the community center until sunrise…

There’s just too much goodness over at the MRSA meeting. I am powerless to resist.

…and belligerent and stupid, too. Rex and Co. are trying to shed some light on the MRSA outbreak, only to be repeatedly shouted down by yahoos in the audience hollering “How do we kill it?” (Well, it’s more like “HOW DO WE KILL IT?”).

Josh from Comic Curmudgeon invited folks to use this catchy little phrase in any number of situations ( http://joshreads.com/?p=1522#comment-481815 ), and the folks came through; read through the commentary to catch some of their excellent efforts. One CC’er wondered if the entire Foobiverse could be caught in the cross-hairs, as it were…maybe not all of them, but some (hey! a three-way squeeze!).

It hinked me out to deal with this very creepy hybrid “thing” (heck, it hinked me out to read the original Lio strip — shades of the old Steve McQueen classic, The Blob!), but I’m tough.

And mucho affection for Mark Tatulli, who does Lio. Our favorite naturalist made a two-day guest appearance this week — It. Was. Great.

Isn’t the cast of Rex Morgan enough? The sultry beauty of June? The rugged good looks of Rex? The endearing sulkiness of Sarah? The canine breath of Abbey? And the suave sophistication of the hospital’s resident vampire, Dr. Andy Reed, aka Andreu, Count Morgu?

Evidently not. Desperate times call for desperate measures…

In the Rex Morgan universe, the past two days have been like Christmas in Heaven! Well, it’s like that for me, although poor Andy (the supply-closeted vampire) and Rex and June might beg to differ. Hicks ‘n’ yokels! Pitchforks ‘n’ torches (umm…maybe more like frill picks from Joe’s Diner and Bic lighters)! And I didn’t think it could get much better than a weekend fishing trip!

(Huzzah! a Shakespeare quote!)

Who knew that Rex Morgan and nose hairs would meet? Or crappy 70’s marketing strategies?

…and we’re not talking Nosferatu! When is someone going to find the plot? Rex and June are forced to casually stroll around downtown and natter about people who we’re not even sure who they are!

Even with the mind-numbing conversation, John C Fremont from over at Comic Curmudgeon noted some singular landmarks of the area…

Oh, my gosh! Rex Morgan tipped the “cute ‘n’ flirty” scales of Friday’s strip to the “weird ‘n’ freakish” side on Saturday. Does anyone other than an oral hygenist or an otorhinolaryngologist (okay, I had to look that up) really need to see that portion of a person’s anatomy that close up? Kinda makes you glad you’re not a hamburger, doesn’t it?

Still, the bizarre angles inspired me. Oh, and I had Andreu, Count Morgu, using “torches and pitchforks” a couple of days ago. Neener neener.

…well, that’s Alice’s Restaurant. The options are probably more limited here, but this is a place that you go for ambience, baby, AMBIENCE!

Okay, maybe not, but it’s nice to see Rex and June getting a little respite before The MRSA Meeting. And hey! Rex is branching out…is that a Sprite I see in front of him? Daring choice! Non-caffeinated!

(It’s truly astonishing how much mileage I can get out of a dopey diner scene!)