Just sayin’.

Because Mary HATES stupid.

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Just the usual crap TV Mommy uses to placate us!

And speaking of insipid ‘art’…

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By bats | August 10, 2012 - 10:41 am
Posted in Category: Markin' the Trail

…but it would be keen if it did!

Of course, we could always go out on a limb and discover who’s the real brains in Lost Forest:

 

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By bats | August 9, 2012 - 3:38 pm
Posted in Category: Trust Me, I'm a Doctor

When Rex sees patients, they tend to be elderly: our “newest” client Melissa, drunk ‘n’ dead Foster, sailboat sailin’ Lenore.  Even when he’s on vacation, the Morgan family is associated with older folks (Arthur and his boozy wife Agnes Dunsmore).

Okay, so this doesn’t have anything to do with the current plot (that I know of), but it’s fun for doctor’s office waiting rooms chats.  Plus, Panel 3 is proof-positive that Rex has at least an honorary PhD in dickish smuggery.

And you know that he’s trying to be as sincere as he can!

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are beginning to wear on Big Daddy.  Or maybe it’s just the years of juvenile bossiness.  Whatever.

[I’m trying to figure out if Olympic swimmer Nick Thoman approves:]

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By bats | August 7, 2012 - 10:25 am
Posted in Category: So Pretty! So Pretentious!

One of the hallmarks of BMcE’s cartooning style is drawing women (and a number of men, like Amos, who might be a woman) with very non-discernible chins.  So, after all these years of seeing Edda and other Burber women without much of a jaw, I really did think the first depiction of Edda in the 7 August 9 Chickweed Lane strip was a wardrobe malfunction, not a glimpse of her jaw (gasp!) and tip of her nose.  Granted, it was a little subtle for the artist, but I really did believe that.

(Fun Fact of the day:  There are a few very primitive fish with no jaws that still survive.  Fancy-pants people refer to them as agnathids, but reg’lar folks just call them things like “lamprey” and “hagfish.”  I wonder if fancy-pants also try to link the etymology of the name Edda to the word agnatha.)

And since she’s being booted out of the ballet company, maybe it’s just best to throw bouquets.  Shine on, you crazy diamond!

 

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Does this mean there might be love in the air for Margo?  I’m guessing it’s just your typical miasma-carrying typhoid…

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By bats | August 6, 2012 - 2:48 am
Posted in Category: Most maryWorthy

The cruise ship is still sinking.  The Westons have been unable to board a lifeboat.  Brutal, huh?

Of course it gets worse…

Or does it?

[This could turn into Dawn’s “Aaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaah…” moment.]

OMG OMG OMG…I completely forgot the continuation of The Lust Boat!  (Did you know there is actually an X-rated movie, vaguely based on The Love Boat? It is called The Lust Boat, and I actually paid money to see it in a theater.  I hang my head in shame, mostly because it was an el stinko movie.  I saw it over 25 years ago and so I can’t really say whether it was worse than the current Mary Worth story or not.)

 

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By bats | August 5, 2012 - 3:41 pm

Particularly when it’s with the titular character (heh…she said “tit”) of a comic strip:

but sometimes pretty amusing with two never-to-be-seen-when-this-story-is -over characters:

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By bats | August 4, 2012 - 5:52 pm
Posted in Category: Cameo Appearances

A frightening comparison that popped up on Facebook:

Of course, you know some people are skeptics, or just don’t pay much attention to anything:

[And I included this just because some fellow evidently got Olympics fever really, really bad…aka, Joe Mazello, the sixth member of the Fab Five U.S. Womens’ Olympic Gymnastic Team.]

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