…even if they’re a little more esoteric (Guide to Roadkill, Windshield Splatters, Bird Droppings, etc.) than they used to be in the old days.
“…it is a handicapable.”
Yeah, Mark, and I call it slightly skeevy and Lovecraftian.
…it doesn’t have to make sense!
And you’ll be doing yourself a favor (and learning how to protect yourself from the impending Zombie Apocalypse) if you read Wayne Kotke’s ZOMBY!, http://d2rights.blogspot.com/search/label/Zomby .
It’s just been a lot of fun, having Johnny Malotte’s outrageous Frahnch accent to mess around with, and CC commentary on his wife, the “Purple Pocahontas,” and the creepy Navajo rug on the wall (I don’t think there’s ever been that much green used in all the Navajo rugs EVER made). So this might not make sense, but, to quote Johnny, “Who cahres?”
And then there’s the comments on the highest talent a woman in Lost Forest can aspire to: pouring a really excellent cup of coffee (thanks for the start, Red Greenback!):
And then CC’s Ned Ryerson finds even more fantabuloso coffee-pouring! No wonder Mark seldom leaves Lost Forest!
It seems Kelly Welly is going to insinuate herself into this new Biblical Bird-Band story, and to demonstrate this, there have been various panels with her sprawled out on her big, lonely bed, thinking about Mark Trail. One particular close-up highlights her eyes, and this is a very nicely-drawn piece of cartoon art.
Of course, Kelly isn’t the only one in and around Lost Forest with large, limpid eyes:
Maybe a little scary, but what is absolute Gold (not just that old bird-band) is CC’s seismic-2, who noted yet another aspect of Lost Forest spirituality:
I am in AWE!
…that Mark Trail talking about armadillos is likely a repeat, within the past two years. Still, armadillos are just so weird ‘n’ cute that how could you blame him? And the first panel just cries for an Epic Treatment:
It’s my birthday month! So I got a free ice cream cone at Baskin-Robbins (or three) AND a free milkshake at Chik-Fil-A! Life is Good, and Scoopy knows of what he speaks:
(aka, when Ballard Street gives you a rampaging squirrel: RUN WITH IT!)
“There is no friend like an old friend you can impose upon!”
But with another investigation on the table, hasty abandonments fond farewells have to be made. These things never work out well, particularly for some people:
