Someone finally suggests in the hallowed halls of Charterstone that Wilbur and the mysterious Kurt Evans go for DNA testing to determine if Wilbur was shooting blanks or not back in the 70s.
Not blanks, more like BBs, I guess.
I never liked Love is…
In fact, I pretty much loathe it. I’ve never quite understand why it’s “okay” for two naked little kids to carry on in adult situations (falling in love, marriage, having kids of their own, etc.) and be on the same scale of “cute” as the melon-heads in Family Circus. God help us, they are WAY creepier than the Keane Klan.
While the “love” in Love is… is scmaltzy, squicky kanoodling, we all know what it all really boils down to, and the creator/artist/whover the hell is running this fiasco has been dancing around it for years:
Taking a cue from the current Luann plot (such as it is), Sam considers trying out for West Side Story. That, or he’s just having a conniption fit.
You don’t really need to know what’s going on in the current Spiderman story-line (hell, I’m not sure what’s going on). This is mostly a matter of Mary Jane getting undressed for bed and what kind of passions folks have — acting for Mary Jane and, um, other stuff for Peter…
The limitations of colors for comic strips usually have me saying nothing when folks in Bright White shirts with Very Black vests show up.
But hey…if someone feels the need to invoke Han Solo’s sartorial splendor, I feel the need to indulge them:
Substitute a melting snowman for an exhausted band director and voile’! CSI: Westview! (or possibly CSI: Paradise Valley)
Well, at least something funnier than either comic on its own…
[Thanks to CC’s Braniff for the CSI riffs!]
There was some concern that Mark Trail‘s Jack Elrod has swerved dangerously afar from the comforting ginormous animals that we all know and love — introducing random things — like ginormous people heads!
This can’t go on! It must be stopped! Thank heaven some Comics Curmudeoneers have some useful suggestions!