If The Phantom says it, it must be True! Right?
Imagine my surprise to find Kit in my own backyard! At first, I wasn’t sure whether to call Jan Brewer or the Border Patrol or what. But then, I figured our tourism industry, having taken a severe hit in the past 18 months, can really use a boost. So…thanks, Ghost-Who-Enhances-Our-Economy!
(And a BIG BIG BIG thanks to CC’s Binder’s Butter Beans for so accurately renaming what was already a magnificent natural wonder, if you know what I mean and I think you do…)
There was a regular convergence of narcissists in the 20 July comic strips, as noted by many folks at the Comics Curmudgeon. Sure, you can laugh at them, but seriously, can’t something be done to help them? A 12-step program, perhaps? Maybe a 13-step one, for the really special ones?
Even so, I think a few members missed the meeting…
Given the strangeness in the current Mark Trail storyline (oh, come on, so nu?), CC’s bourbon babe, unbuckled suggested that an early warning system of sorts be considered to warn readers of the day’s brain-numbing effects. I’m sure a similar system could benefit other strips, but I work with what I got.
Thanks to bb,u for the vast majority of the funny:
…I don’t know if I ever posted this mashup here. But, since the Tucson Susan G. Komen Walk/Run is this weekend, it’s as timely as ever.
Note: I’m mentioning this mashup again because Mr. Eduardo Barreto, who many modern readers know as the pencil behind the lovely ladies and square-jawed men of Judge Parker passed away yesterday (15 december 2011). Amazing work and very good memories. Godspeed, Eduardo.
Wedding plans plod ahead in Mary Worth, Rex Morgan tries to head Mayor Stu’s prostate off at the pass, who the hell knows what’s going on in Apartment 3-G, and Judge Parker isn’t apparently making enough money from writing to live in luxury.
What we need is good ol’ , with his good ol’ back-to-basics folksy knowledge, and his good ol’ good ol’iness…
I missed it. Maybe I’m just jaded. You see, it’s not uncommon for things other than humans to have their say in Mark Trail. Squirrels. Chickadees. Beavers. Rusty’s camera. Mark’s forearm.
But how could I have missed Mark literally talking out of his ass? I did. I hang my head (not quite in shame, but something or other).
To make good on this golden opportunity, here’s a little history and culture lesson. There will be a quiz.
And in the words of Indiana Jones, “Now you’re getting nasty.”
No need to be rude, Mr. Penis-Substitute. Mark will punch you sooner or later. In the meantime, his butt is just as willing as you to trade bon mots.