Blood and guts! Salt water spray and fresh sea air! There’s some nattering going on about the possibility of a keel being torn from a sailboat (mr. bats :[ says it’s possible) and other stuff about sailing, but heck, all I know is that I’m finding the Turkey Shoot Regatta race a thrill-a-minute. Mostly because Tweaks is apparently having one non-stop seizure at the helm. YARRRR!
The excitement continues!
(I almost resisted doing anything with this — Rex’s reaction is just so perfect, and uncommonly real for him. Still, my first thought after Lenore telling him to get ready to jump was the possibility that he couldn’t swim.)
(Wouldn’t it be easier if they were called “Halloweens,” like Valentine cards are call “Valentines”? Eh, I dunno.)
I don’t know if I’ll do one with our two cats Hoho and Tobu (putting them together on a card is probably the only safe way of getting them together), so in the meantime here’s Count Morgu and ‘Count Catula’:
Action, not only in Rex Morgan, but in Judge Parker, too! I wasn’t too thrilled at the prospect of having to do a mashup of Mary Worth being strip-searched at the airport…
Let’s see, Rex…wowee! Things are definitely developing! Lenore’s mastery of her ship and years of sailing prowess are coming to the forefront, and you better be ready to deliver!
I hate being held hostage by Mary and her culinary disasters, but Rex is just floating around in a boat! I demand that
Failing that, I am forced to snark Mrs. Worth. The horror. The horror.
Another day, another failure to deliver by Rex. Or Sam Driver. Or Mark.
Mary comes through again, like an avenging angel.
Wow, that shadow really has Mary cowed! The mysterious, the vague — they all contribute to a sense of foreboding (well, except for The Phantom, who might be a little more menacing aside from his penchant for wearing purple leotards). I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for That Shadow, though…
Actually, I love the idea of something managing to catch the omniscient Mary off-guard…and no one would suspect Mooncattie.
Not that this is as great as Follett’s The Pillars of the Earth, or any of Clancy’s novels — putting this together was as long and tedious as reading one of those things. Still, I think it had to be done, anything to explain the look of sheer and utter panic on Mary’s otherwise Botoxed calm demeanor.