Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…and for good reason!

[Sinite is an Old Mohawk term for “Beaver.” I figure if Tarzan can have Tantor and Simba, Mark can have his little North American buddies.]

Kit Walker is still all mopey-dopey, having realized that Diane is still dead.  Even the genuinely dead Mr. Falk (creator of The Phantom) is having a hard time kicking his charge into action.

It’s okay, Mr. Falk:  every girl’s crazy ‘about a sharp-dressed leprechaun man.

Maybe Cousin Brook will find happiness  before June kills her!

Meanwhile, Toots is demonstrating some mad skilz of his own:

Looking back on this, and what Brook is dealing with over at Ye Auld Gods Beauty Shoppe, maybe this is closer to the mark:

And then, just a little something to capitalize on with people standing on ladders. Oh, and stoners, too:

…grinds to a stop. Margo demands it!

The Keanes start the next 50 years of cartooning with a naked Jeffy standing in front of his mother, proudly spouting “’cause it’s my birthday!”.

All rightie then.  I’m sure we can work with this.

And we can even work in a rather obtuse 7 March Bizarro cartoon, too:

And CC’s “Bunny with a Whip” comments on a seemingly innocuous panel in which Jeffy is complaing to Mommy about tonight’s vegetable de jour:  “Jeffy should respond to this disappointment like he does all disappointments, by shocking his mother with nudity.”.  Let’s see!

Yup! Still works (at least on a very surreal level)…

In the vast universe of name elements, it’s alway rather astonished me how comic strip characters share the same names — it’s not like there’s a finite number (Judge Parker vs. the Parker Bros. who have a hankering to beat up Mark Trail; Abbey Spencer vs. Abby the Wonder Dog vs. the wife/mom in Edge City;  Dr. Andy Reed vs. Andy the St. Bernard; etc.).

Still, when the Driver/Spencer’s trusty physician has the name of a certain medico we all know and love, it’s like manna from heaven:

I mean really really really like.  I love its artistry and linework.  But unless it’s featuring Solange, Seth and/or Mark, it tends to slog down into interminable storylines. (This is also the case for Pibgorn.)

Of the current story (“Gramma Burber is a WWII Flying Ace Secret Agent”), there was a beautiful panel on 3 April 2010, of an Austrian POW, as he watches Edie (aka, the Portrait of a Gramma as a Young Woman) walk away and realizes he’ll never see her again. Very elegant and gut-wrenching.

They do meet, years later.  (And I helped!)

And on…

And on…  (In the words of TV’s Craig Ferguson, “Don’t you judge me!”  It’s not like there hasn’t been a NAKED GUY in Pibgorn for the past two four days!)

And on (note that this is not a mere a hand slipping southward, but a 180-Degree Full Scrotal Rotation, which may or may not be an ice skating element)…

I can’t really explain, only there’s a long history of June Morgan, “garage-cleaning,” and just about any filthy euphemism you might come up with.

That other comics stumble into the world of “garage-cleaning” is an unfortunate coincidence:

Please check out the People Who Make the Funnies Funnier (it’s over there, to the right…no, your other right).  Josh, the Comics Curmudgeon, is the Pope of Snark (and is in a lot less trouble right now than that other guy with the big hat), Dean Booth is the grand-daddy and grand-master of all things mashed up, but you must check out my newest addition: the Tokyo Sun Ha! Ha! Funny Pages, http://tokyosun.blogspot.com/ .  You have to see it to believe it — breathtakingly funny! (With a strip like “Nature Punchman GO!“, how can you go wrong?)

Funny, funny people…