…that Luann’s Excellent Camping Trip would’ve ended with the dull conclusion of the girls “roughing it,” in the backyard. Heck, it’s Monday, after all.
I need to keep in mind that Good Things Come to those who wait.
Yeah, sure. Right. In the words of some vulture or other, “Patience, my ass. I’m gonna kill something.”
Wait, wait, wait! Is it even remotely possible that I may have acted too soon? That Rex Morgan’s own sweet Pluggeresque couple is headed down a dark and murky path?!??
Oh, heck. Maybe this geriatric couple isn’t malicious…just muddled and in need of a hug. Or something. Ew.
(For the record, my favorite mashable character in this strip is the good doctor himself. So…where’s the good doctor?!??)
That’s what I thought when I saw Sunday’s Mark Trail! I was stunned! Then delighted! Mark Trail was showcasing the mysterious GIANT ISOPOD in all its glory for the second time in 11 years! I remember the first strip, in 2008, with the mighty isopod front and center! So majestic! So glorious! So…so…
…so not there. Apparently, I was in a giant isopod phase at the time (I think a few other CC folks were as all), and I absconded with Mark’s usual Sunday format to do my own topic on the Beast from 20,000 Fathoms.
I’m not quite shamefaced, because I think the giant isopod should be celebrated at least once every decade. Well, maybe once every fourscore.
They go back a long time, anyway.
And here’s the “original” giant isopod extravaganza. Enjoy Nature! Especially giant isopods!
Way too much camping. Way too much idiocy (gunning the engine…)
Mr. bats :[ suggested this! I am so proud of him!
…yeah, whatever.
I feel a little explanation is in order. In the mashing of the current Hang-Dog Dawn’s chance meeting with a stranger at the Galleria de Santa Royale, I’m not the only one.
Brigman and Moy start the encounter (boringly enough):
…John L. from Facebook’s “Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon” helps improve upon the story:
…and darn it! If I don’t have to feed the kitty!
(Yep, that’s Mark Trail’s packrat, too.)
I guess it only goes to show that “Many cooks make a turgid plot readable.”
…not Yogi. But there might’ve been a pine cone in my ear.
Which isn’t the same thing as not giving a damn, is it?
Oh, and here’s a little something for June, to illustrate Rex’s point:
Can no one…not Mark, not notCherry, certainly not feeble ol’ Doc, not bighorn sheep, not even Mexican grey wolves (los lobos gris Mexicano)…stop to JJ’s villainy?!??
Long, boring story short: Luann and her buddies go on a camping trip and lose a bunch of their gear on the way to the destination. Unfortunately, no matter how much we hope and pray and wish, Luann is likely to return home intact…
