Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Yeah, I didn’t think so.  Well, we were off to Las Vegas to ravage buffets and discover the joy of $5 first-run movies.  No sign of Spiderman (who at this time is supposed to be in Sin City…probably in his fleabag hotel room, watching soft-core-porn-for-pay on TV), but speaking of soft-core porn, it would’ve been kinda keen to be in San Diego…

Give the poor lioness a rest, Kit.  I don’t know if she understand what you’re saying to her, or she’s just mesmerized by your endless droning…

I think even Mark has gotten the message (and slowly, slowly comprehended it) that readership of newspapers and magazines continues to plummet.  Since punching facial hair off bad guys really doesn’t pay the bills, morally satisfying though it may be),  it seems he’s exploring different avenues.

First responder?

Hmm…not really good if you don’t have a competent referral staff.

Something in politics?

I’m not sure Cherry’s going to be on board with this, but it’s a place to ship Rusty off, too.

Keep thinking, Mark! We love it when those little wisps of smoke come out of your ears!

(aka, “Disembodied Extremities Week”), what could be better than a nice, relaxing evening at home?

Hits.  I meant hits. Honest.

From your lips to God’s undisembodied ear,  Jim…

Plus some absolutely fabuloso commentary from the funny folks at the Comics Curmudgeon:

And who could possibly forget…

Not quite yet.  And still, what will the future bring?

Then again, it might not be as exciting as one might expect…

I can’t really recall when two of the serial comics more or less ended their plots at the same time.  (Oh, come on…you know it’s just denouement from here on out.)

And I give all credit in the “Short ‘n’ Sweet” or “Less is More” category to CC’s Red Greenback for this absolute treasure:

…that gets me all warm and schadenfreundy.

No, really!

I’m not kidding! Honest!

fails to evade Mark Trail’s eagle eye!