…good to see you again, Mark!
I kid, I kid! We should all know by now that the sheer presence of Mark will lead to intriguing insights! Interesting solutions! An utter lack of contractions!
…or, maybe not.
Well, maybe not, but how often do we see RCMP in the comics?
One of the favorite commenters (well, one of MY favorite commenters) from the Comics Curmudgeon, Jeff Gillette, died in his home on Monday. Dingo was only 47 years old (too soon, too soon!) and had a wicked, nasty, unforgiving wit. He could be dirtier than all get out (I’m sure his photo is next to Webster’s definition of “raunchy”), which suited me just fine. I always hoped that one day we might be able to meet in Las Vegas (he designed gaming machines), or that he could coddle me though learning how to put music to my occasional little .gif mashups. Well, heck.
Dingo was one very cool fellow. He even introduced me to Paul Rudd, and if Hollywood ever gets so desperate for a Rex Morgan, M.D. movie (aka, “scraping the bottom of the creativity barrel”), you can be I’ll be front and center with Paul as Dingo and my first and only choice for Rex. Dingo also introduced me to some very questionable online comic sites (read, feelthy), but I sent him interesting stuff in return, so I think we have a draw. (I think I had more naked photos of Paul Rudd, though.)
I’m thinking warm thoughts for him and all his family, whom he absolutely adored — I’m pretty sure that the feeling was mutual. The lucky guy even won a fishing trip “up north” a few years ago, and got to take his dad fishing, too (but without Rusty and Sassy and Kelly Welly!). And here’s a little thing I put together for Jeff during one of his job-searching safaris. He liked it…that’s cool. Until we can really meet again, Dingo,
Much love
bats :[
Well, The Mystery of the Gold Bird Band ends with no punching, and pretty much not a whole lot of explanation either. Maybe something new and exciting and punch-worthy is waiting at the other end of this telephone! (The dialog in Panel 2 is supplied by the Comics Curmudgeon hisself, Josh F., so how can excitement not be waiting in the wings?)
On the other hand, the dialog in these panels are supplied by CC’s “Illustrator Steve,” so there is a definite possibility of a no-go unless Mark sprints really, really fast:
That’s our Mark!
I think it started with Edda Burber (special snowflake from 9 Chickweed Lane) being contracted as a “butt model” for a clothing line (her fellow ballerina was contracted as a “face model” for the same company, as it was determined that Edda had a voice uniquely suited for radio).
Suddenly, Edda is contracted as a model for all of her bits. Why? It’s my contention that when she’s flashing her breasts, butt, legs and/or hoo-hoo, no one’s paying one rat’s ass worth of attention to her face.
One of the faithful at the Comics Curmudgeon attempted to corroborate this theory thus:
Baka Gaijin, CC’s resident clown-o-phobe, wasn’t so sure. Further testing was necessary. Hence:
I believe that the jury is still out, but I think the original clown is way, way cuter.
It was a good year for seasonally-appropriate holiday greetings in the comics. Even Mary Worth took a day off of her investigative sleuthing to serve Christmas dinner to her family as an imperiled missing child is about to be spirited away again by her kidnapper.
Really, Mary?
Really?
I would’ve expected you to be able to multi-task so much better than that.
I guess there’s a lot to be said for being an invertebrate…
What you do with it is your own business…
