You have to start snarking a serial somewhere, and these are the first attempts at doing it to Mary ‘n’ Drew ‘n’ Dawn ‘n’ Jeff ‘n’ Vera ‘n’ Bobby ‘n’ Marcia ‘n’… Whatever. I enlisted a couple of new tenants for a little bit of fun. I think fun might not be allowed at Charterstone, kind of like pets.
Manga is harder than it looks. And the results? People even dumber than they look…but I can always blame it on the hair. This was my first foray into the world of Mary Worth, and I think the take-home message was to stick to snarky comments and leave the art untouched.
I do manage to forget this on occasion.
Yum. If it’s not avoiding the stampede to the earlybird specials in Santa Royale, it’s having to deal with the flower of masculine youth residing there. Shoot me.
All of this makes The King and I look positively sugar-free by comparison.
Please tell me that this isn’t a national holiday…or a regional one…or that people just don’t do this…
What fun! Moving into a new (old) house…fixing all the previous owners’ mistakes, and yet, having time to make new memories. Awwww….
(Shoot me, but I love the stink lines.)
What is sexier than a guy in flannel or khaki? A guy in PJs! No! Wait! A guy in PJs, with something IN the PJs! Unfortunately, Mark finds a whole lotta strangeness in his…
Mark Trail is a man of his word: if he promises isopods on Sunday, expect isopods on Sunday! 
WHO IS THIS GUY? Evidently a “stock figure” who was posed behind the state-flag-of-your-choice. Well, the nice thing about media whores is that they’ll do it for anyone.
So, he ended up shilling CC merchandise:
“Who cares who he is? The Important Thing is that Mr. Whatsit LOVES Comic Curmudgeon merchandise!
Remember, the holidays are just around the corner!”
Speaking of creepy, this strip was creepy 30 years ago, or whenever I was reading it in the Phoenix paper. There’s naked cute (Kewpie dolls, the old “Cheerful Cherub” verses) and then there’s this…
