Taken from a Sunday strip…
And they thought James Allen was bad…
And one does not just leave squirrel porn…
I’m not keen on the “new” Mark Trail “cartoonist” (that’s why Mark or his lousy “illustrations” and “storylines” have vanished from SIUF), and perhaps one reason (of many) is because the “artiste” is too good to let members of the “animal” kingdom (aside from Mark and his ilk) talk…
Face if Jules F., it could only improve the strip. And it’s not so hard…see?
Okay. I loathe Mark Trail 2.0. I dislike the drawing, the plots, the “oh I’m so woke and clever” crap that drips from the drawer (I won’t go so far to call her an illustrator or an artist). The Sunday strips are the only ones I’ll read, and it’s usually fast and done-with.
But then…here’s one that screams for snark. And I’ll deliver it.
Mark and Rusty are back in Lost Forest. Who cares?
…when one of the Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon ask, “Wouldn’t it be nice (no, it wouldn’t) if the Jules ball (from the new abortion that is Mark Trail) rolled into Mary Worth and livened things up?” I don’t know if it’d liven things up, but I’m willing to give it a try.
And sort of a trip back to the ’70s, when Mary came to Santa Royale to manage Charterstone, and was apprised of all the “don’t”s of the place…like no pets, no children, and I suspect no one that failed the WASPy look, either…
And wasn’t it just a tad odd that Mark Trail 2.0 has a story about a fat man falling off a ship, never to be found again?
And isn’t it also a tad odd that Rusty has just the Best Scary Story to share with his little friends?
…I’m over 60! I like well-drawn comics! And semblances of plot! So sue me!
And when all this standing around jawin’ was a little too boring:
The lack of…anything…in Mark 2.0 astonishes me. I can’t believe that t reputable comics syndicate would give this franchise to a person with minimalist drawing abilities and less creativity.. There are good reasons that middling cartoonists stay online, year after year.
The addition of an occasional “Talking” animal is just stupid. There. I’ve said it.
Hey, it’s the real Mark Trail (of course, it sucks that he’s a ghost or something)…
Something’s happening in Mark Trail. Hell if I know what it is.
I don’t think I ever snarked on Kelly Welly, but she certainly is a likely candidate. NuMark is troubled about a possible upcoming assignment, and like a cheap floozy, guess who shows up! (Then again, NuMark has no problem dealing with an old acquaintance.)
Many readers like the NuMark strip, and how he has “evolved.” I think he’s little better than ClassicMark (at least in my mind).
UH OH!
…and he’s already getting drawn into something nefarious and illegal. Or maybe not. Who cares? Mark doesn’t, apparently.
Evidently, magazine editor Amy has “the attention span of an infant…five seconds” (thanks to Mr. Leonard, my seventh-grade math teacher).
And, thank Heavens, even Mark 2.0 has a tipping point (I can’t wait until the punching begins)…
…I thought I could hold off on snarking the new MT (aka, “Marque Nuevo”) for at least a week, but Bill Ellis STARTED IT FIRST, asking Mark about his face. Didn’t your mama teach you any manners, Bill?
The Sunday MT is still in Jack Elrod reruns (YAY!), featuring a chipmunk preparing for winter. Sharp-eyed John Long saw Chippie stashing its very own Jack Elrod ball and I noticed that the clever little guy had acquired a rare James Allen ball, too!
Woods ‘n’ Wildlife purchased by the megacorporation?!?? What’s next? Conde Nast taking over the rest of the magazines on earth?
…or something like that. I’m trying not to pass judgment on it in the first week. If I do, well, aren’t you special?
There’s all sorts of opiniones flying — good, bad, and indifferent. But, hey! Here’s a panel I can work with!
