…and by that we mean absolutely no conceivable place in Africa, either past or present. And the future is unlikely, too:
Still, is this really the danger Old Man Mozz fears for Diana? Really? REALLY?
I think not.
AH….that’s more like it!
I’m not an artist or an illustrator, and human figures, particularly facial features and expressions, can be damnably difficult to capture. Still, if you *are* a professional artist, at least make the effort! Sheesh.
Here we have some goober actually proposing to Dr. Adrian “Clueless” Cory, and she couldn’t be less focused on that massive engagement ring. Or more horrified:
…there must be one, and I’d love to get my hands on it. Where “fun” is defined as “camping in a swamp,” “watching your step every single waking moment,” and “get a load of that copperhead!”.
Still, it seems Rusty is having a good time. And that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it, Mark? Mark?
…but it’s sake to me!
Ahem.
Sunday’s Mark Trail was awash (literally!) in information for tsunami awareness and emergency preparedness. Tsunamis are pretty damned incredible things, made only more amazing by the lovely lasses attempting to Get To High Ground:
Several ‘mudgeons were mightily impressed by the strip. Mooncattie noted it would’ve been frame-worthy if only Rusty had been included.
Okay, when I come and visit you and Jane the Maine, Mooncattie, I expect to see this hanging over the sofa:
Rex Morgan has been gone so long, I think he’s staying in the Caribbean to endow a (folding) chair at his alma mater, the Captain Jack Sparrow Medical School and Rasta Bar-be-que Culinary Academy.
Oh, well, I suppose we just have to plug along in Morganville on our own:
[Who do you think takes care of Dr. Reed when June’s off at a nursing conference, anyway?]
Reggie was always my favorite Riverdale teen. He was good-looking and smart, and most of all, a snarker before snarking was cool. (Back then, he was just a smart-aleck. Just like me!)
Fortunately, other snarkers have come into the light, no longer afraid to be ridiculed, to be told that they’re immature, or that they act like middle-school kids, or that all they think and joke about is sex, sex, sex! (Hi, katya…that one’s for you, sweetie!)
[This is a slight reworking of the mashup I did early. The first one was rushed, because I didn’t want AeroSquid to steal my idea. You didn’t think I was going to take the fall for the broken Ming vase, did you, A.S.?]
Oh, Jeffy! Oh, Billy! You two little casaba-heads make things so easy!
Of course, we can always class up the joint by an episode of “AeroSquid Modern Literary Classics” (In Color!):
“What are you drawing ?
“NOW you’re interested ? What’s your angle ?”
“No angle. I’m on the up and up. What is that ? ”
“Since you SEEM interested, I’ll let you in on it.”
“I’m all ears. Lay it on me, Jackson.”
“Well. You know what a Tesla coil is ?”
“I think so. That thing that goes: BZZZ BZZZ ?”
“Crude sound effect, but accurate.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Anyway…..”
“Anyway, as Mommy recited her oblations to the Old Ones the night before, I noted a small, almost undetectable variance in the third realm of Baoht Z’uqqa-Mogg. You worship Baoht Z’uqqa-Mogg….don’t you ?”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
“You’re lying. Baoht Z’uqqa-Mogg knows it and I know it.”
“Okay. You got me. I’m not an adherent. I worship Nug and Yeb.”
“The Twin Blasphemies ? Ha ! You might as well lay with Shub-Niggurath !”
“The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young ? Men have died for less for such impolitness !”
“Anyway….”
“Anyway…”
“I’m drawing a pee pee. HAHAHAHAH!”
“HAHAHAHAHA!”
September really is Prostate Cancer Awareness Month. And even if you weren’t “in the know,” judging from the number of flailing phalanges in the comics recently, the word’s been spreading in that venue.
