By bats | August 10, 2008 - 9:39 pm

Lisa makes a visit from beyond the grave (thrilling? hardly.). Cheapskate Les probably hopes that the “bonding” between Summer and her dead mother will be enough so that he doesn’t have to spring for a decent birthday present for her.

Kinda makes you want to poke Les, doesn’t it?

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…even if it looks a lot like blame. CC’s Niall alerted me to a stripey-butt sighting (several, in fact) in Sunday’s The Phantom. Sure enough, butts aplenty!

Then he mentioned that Sunday’s Mark Trail could use some doctoring. (Fleas?! That’s like talking about — MRSA!) Well, okay, this is sorta like being the physicist or chemist or nutjob that fused peanut butter and chocolate together. The result ain’t no Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, but I rather like it.

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Oh, my goodness! I just discovered (thanks to Gold-Digging Nanny from CC) that I’ve never posted Charterstone Fashion Quarterly Whenever, a guide to the sartorial splendors that all of those fabulous Santa Royale fashionistas are wearing! Yes, I know, you’re probably asking yourself, “How did I manage without this knowledge?”. You most likely managed very well.

Nevertheless, I’ll stick ’em up here. Bear in mind that this past Spring and Summer have also given us a bounty: Mary’s daring romper! Mary’s Pablo Cruise concert t-shirt! Toby’s “two hearts as one” pull-over! It might be time to pull together another installment…




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By bats | August 9, 2008 - 8:44 pm
Posted in Category: Trust Me, I'm a Doctor

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GAH! Great, we have a strip featuring mother(zilla) of the bride(zilla), Elly, and I end up mashing it twice.

Okay, the first is a gimme. (Note the stylish Imperial Green that the hotel liaison is wearing.) The thing with John in drag is an ongoing critique of neighbor Connie slowly but surely morphing into him. Either him, or Grandpa Jim…

This was based on a lot of CCer’s speculations about Asshathony’s mother. The mother who walked out on him when he was in grade school. The woman we’ve never seen. But of course, we only see 30 seconds of the Pattersons’ busy, busy lives, so she’s probably whooping it up with Elly the other 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 30 seconds of the day. And hey, what gives us the right to see her?

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By bats | August 8, 2008 - 9:19 am
Posted in Category: Trust Me, I'm a Doctor

The end of the MRSA ‘n’ Mats storyline in Rex Morgan.
The end of Dr. Andy Reed aka, Count Morgu, Medical Examiner.
I can deal with this.
I can.
All good things have to come to an end, don’t they?

Well, a girl can dream! And retcon! Or precon! Or extrapolate! Just remember…
Stinky Wrestling Mats : MRSA :: Caribbean Cruises : Norwalk Virus

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By bats | August 7, 2008 - 2:03 pm
Posted in Category: Three-Ring Freakshow

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By bats | August 6, 2008 - 2:20 pm
Posted in Category: Eww...BUTTer Tarts!

…or perhaps Elly trundling toward the reception buffet in breathless anticipation. I’m really trying to avoid the Foob wedding. Mostly I’m winning.

(Gah! Why why why couldn’t the MRSA Mystery gone into the courtroom, with Max sweating profusely, his wife serving him divorce papers, his kid being more sullen and surly than usual, and Rex looking confused?)

Okay, maybe I’m losing, but sweet Jeebus on a pogo-stick, SIX limousines? Supplied by a used-car salesman? We can only hope that at least four of them look uncomfortably like hearses.

And, oh, all the “girl talk” and chatter that goes on in the bride’s ready room!  How exciting! How girly! How treacly! These are the thing the bride will remember years from now as she studies the lank, greasy kitchen curtains, and her lank, greasy husband…

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By bats | August 3, 2008 - 8:15 pm

Or maybe not. Anyway, I loved Mark Trail when I was growing up because it was just like “Wild Kingdom” (well, without Jim Fowler being squeezed to death on a fairly regular basis by an anaconda, all the while being cheered on by Marlin Perkins) — they were about ANIMALS, and I just loved animals!

Of course, the years pass, I discover The Comics Curmudgeon and people of similar humorous bents. Maybe it was Red Greenback’s surreal combining of two Sunday episodes of Mark Trail and Rex Morgan, M.D., or maybe it was DAS speculating how Mark would explain MRSA (I think it involved a talking beaver).

Whatever the inspiration, thanks to those two gentleman: speculating like that can’t be left languishing!

(A side-note, not that you care: my first mashup of Rex Morgan and Mark Trail just happened to be with each other. Go check out “Ducklings? What Ducklings?” to see some hot flannel-on-khaki action!)

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By bats | - 6:08 pm
Posted in Category: Trust Me, I'm a Doctor

That Type-A (personality, not blood-type preference) Andy! Not only does his lab work demonstrate that those grimy wrestling mats were harboring MRSA, but that Justin Mallory’s was selling marijuana to his buddies. Gotta love him!

And the film-noir panel of Andy is just gorgeous…

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