By bats | March 10, 2009 - 10:59 am

Sometimes you just find the Platonic ideal in stock illustrations:

Which, of course, reminds me of cocktail parties, and cocktail dresses, and cocktail smalltalk.  Hey, that’s right, the party at Judge Parker‘s!

All good things must come to an end, but in Parkerville, it’s not a peek in the powder-room, with the ladies adjusting their makeup and their mammaries in their thin, silky rayon mammary holders.  Nope, it’s a couple of lawyers sitting around talking.

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By bats | March 9, 2009 - 5:00 pm
Posted in Category: Cameo Appearances

No kidding.  The minute the Cat o’ Death leaves, I’m ignoring Crankshaft with no regret.

Of course, there are a few loose ends to tie up, like dealing with a jilted boyfriend from 60-odd years ago…

Oh, rumor has it that Eugene (the old guy standing by the car, erstwhile boyfriend from 60-odd years ago) died in the war.  I don’t know which war…WWII, WWi, the Crimean.  Anyway, if this is the case, it isn’t so much the fault of Batuituiiutk and Errors, but rather a testament to The Power of Barney, Cat o’ Death! All hail Barney! Bar-nee! Bar-Nee! Bar-NEE!

This is why cats were worshiped in ancient Egypt, people.

And after a week of Eugene wandering through Crankshaftville, his addled mind juxtapositioning fragile, sepia-toned photographs of him and Lucy with the reality of a Midwestern city in the last throes of urban decay, I’m really, really hoping this is the last we see of him and his misty, water-damaged memories:

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By bats | March 8, 2009 - 1:46 pm
Posted in Category: Trust Me, I'm a Doctor

…I do a whole mashup based on a throwaway panel. It’s okay…the rest of the strip wasn’t that exciting, aside from the ship’s physician coming down with the Nautical Norwalk infection.

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By bats | March 7, 2009 - 7:42 pm

It looks like the current story-line in Mark Trail is coming to an end.  Ken accepts the responsibility for shooting Bucky and knocking his wife around (no mention of counseling or anger management classes…saying “I’m sorry.” is as good as a man’s firm backhand handshake in Lost Forest).  Bucky will be relocated. Patty will continue to be a ditz. The End.

AAAAAAAAAAAnd...not quite the end.  Ken sweetens the deal for Patty to stay with him and his abusive ways by considering a baby!

Oh, crap.

I’m not half as livid as a lot of folks responding to this “look! everything’s okay, now!” turn. I just screw around with the comics.  Be careful what you wish for, Kenny boy.

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By bats | March 6, 2009 - 5:07 pm
Posted in Category: So Pretty! So Pretentious!

Who is the woman in the photograph?

Most important question:
Who cares?

Speculation on the identity: Hilary Hahn (the musician who inadvertantly instigated Edda’s jealous rage against Amos); Margaret Hamilton (the Wicked Witch of the West); Ingrid Bergman (from a reference to Casablanca several millennia years weeks ago).

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By bats | March 5, 2009 - 11:06 am
Posted in Category: Cameo Appearances, Markin' the Trail

Evidently the first week in March has been designated “‘It’s All My Fault!‘ Week,” at least among comic-strip characters.  Maybe it has something to do with Lent.

Confusing?  Yes.  Deserved?  Maybe.

Quick! There’s two more days left to beat your breast, dress in ashes and sack-cloth, and moan “Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.”  Or you can just go out for a nice dinner, or at least a Dairy Queen sundae.

And it’s not like we didn’t know this was coming.  Even if we were all ignorant of the fact that nothing it certain but Death and Taxes, Batuiuiuiuiuk would’ve telegraphed that fact for months for our collective benefit.

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By bats | - 10:01 am
Posted in Category: Markin' the Trail

…here’s a quick update on the very peculiar domestic abuse/exotic animal as pet storyline in Mark Trail.

Bucky the deer was shot by Patty’s husband Ken;
Bucky was only grazed by the bullet and ran off.
Bucky got in a tussle with another deer, and their antlers locked.
Mark hack-sawed the deer free of one another.
Bucky ran off in a panic.
Ken went out looking for Patty in the woods and came across Bucky.
Bucky gored Ken and ran off.
Mark and Patty found Ken.
Patty blames herself for … um, I guess everything: Ken’s injuries, Bucky’s flight, the global economic melt-down, the hole in the ozone layer caused by aerosol hairspray.

Bottom line: Ken’s hurt! Patty’s hysterical! Mark’s … um, I dunno.

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By bats | March 3, 2009 - 11:51 am

…the current Phantom storyline goes belly-up, excitement-wise, or just treats us yet again to the half-clad, creepy physiques of the Walker twins, here’s my volley across the prow…

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By bats | March 1, 2009 - 5:20 pm
Posted in Category: Trust Me, I'm a Doctor

Guido continues to be the Man of One Thousand Expressions (none of them natural).  However, Rex knows who the hero is (if not the eponym) of this strip!

That’s my guy!

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