As their “I Dressed in the Dark” memories fade in a haze of scotch and even more scotch, life returns to normal in Apt. 3-G…
DO SOMETHING!
If I hear much more about “leaking” and “prostates,” someone is going to die.
It’s The Meaning of Life Day! (101010 is binary for 42.)
It’s the tenth day of October in the A.D. 2010!
It’s even Breast Cancer Awareness Day!
And in keeping with that last notice, cartoonists associated with the King Features Syndicate have pinkified their Sunday strip upon pain of death to promote breast cancer awareness. Since most of the strips had nothing to actually DO with breast cancer, most of them looked like that latest ecological disaster from Hungary had infiltrated the funny pages, but when the boss says “Jump!”, most folks do accordingly.
Speaking of ecological disasters, even Mark Trail wasn’t spared the rosy brush of the color monkeys today. And the plethora of cotton candy-colored bears inspired me!
And just because Mooch the Cat knows pink when he sees it:
So, after insinuating herself into every aspect of Dr. Jeff Cory’s life (including the incessant “dates” at the Bum Boat and shipping son Drew off to some typhoid-ridden backwater country), Mary plans to “help” with daughter Adrian’s wedding.
But WAIT! Adrian has a friend at the hospital who has done wedding planning: Jill Black.
Remember that name. I’m betting Jill’s going to be rubbing elbows all too soon with Adrian’s deceased mother…
When you have a Family Circus panel of li’l Jeffy staring longingly at a layer cake, saying, “Mommy, you wanna guess what I’m thinking about?”, things can go one of two ways.
You can change the picture:
To which Mommy sighs sadly and replies, “I know, honey, but you have to forget about our Labor Day picnic. A lot of people accidentally ‘fall’ on things and then have to go to the hospital to have them removed.”
Or, you can change the caption:
Mommy only nodded and smiled to herself. While Jeffy might be a whipping boy for Billy and other bullies for the rest of his life, he’d certainly be popular with the ladies. It was a reasonable trade-off.
Honestly, I love Rex Morgan…it’s just that I have an odd way of showing my affection.
We laugh at them. Coloring mallards with brown heads and green bodies (and with blue ducklings, too). The Sunday Monkeys using a completely different palette for the same outfits a character was wearing during the daily strips. A featured character going from brown hair to black, unintentionally (i.e., Dr. Mike in Mary Worth, not the made-over gang from Apartment 3-Gee!).
It was only a matter of time…
[Okay, so Tiffany’s jeans had a thin outer seam in the original…]
Poor Rex! Not only does he have to do his doctoring with regular patients, but he has to deal with ones who just barrel into the office without an appointment! No wonder our health system is the way it is.
Still, there’s a few moments for levity, or at least amusement at Hizzoner’s expense…
When conversation is this turgid, we ought to just be adult about it and suck it up — it’ll past soon enough (although in Mary-land, that could take three weeks).
However, our intrepid illustrator attempts to interject some interest with unusual angles and perspectives.
My advice on that? Don’t.
