Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Remember Abbey Spencer’s run-in with the nice old couple the next ranch over, who raised nice chickens?

Well, Mark doesn’t appear to remember that either, as he invites Ms. Spencer on a natural high nature hike.  (Who says that plants aren’t as interesting as animals or natural disasters?)

And Mark seems a little woozy and more uninhibited than usual after the field trip (then again, just being in the physical presence of Abbey might have something to do with it):

News Flash! Ron All Men John is still a jerk!

Stay tuned for “I Am Such a Martyr!”

…the Drama Queens were never this bad.

I’m not fond of Luann. Yes, teens might think that the universe revolves around them, but unlike most toddlers, they do know otherwise (they just like to think that the world revolves around them).  I see no real difference between Luann and her nemesis, the girl you’re supposed to hate, Tiffany, other than Luann gets a lot more panel-time and because she’s all swell, or something.

Anyway, it’s the end of the spring musical. Yay.

The first panel of the 7 April Mary Worth was so freakin’ horrifying evocative of those intense, stalwart individuals portrayed in old Soviet propaganda posters that both CC’s Vosh and Calico commented on it.  Who am I to say otherwise?

For the record, The title of the poster comes from Vosh:  Help Destroy the Kulaks and Wreckers! Mary’s words were inspired by Calico’s words: “Through the efforts of the glorious Soviet worker, we will secure the five-year plan, Toby!”

This was all run through Babelfish, so the title might be a call for eating more potatoes, and Mary might be spouting gibberish.  And “Toby,” the last word in Mary’s dire pronouncement, comes from typing “Toby directly into PhotoShop’s Cyrillic text.  (Don’t give me any grief that it doesn’t spell Toby or that it spells something else.  It gave me fits as how to include Cyrillic script and get something more intelligible — relatively speaking — than ??? ?????? ??? ????.  Yet I persevered, since I’m well aware that in the Soviet Union, mashups mash you!)

Uh, and Mary, why don’t you hand over those pruners — handles first — please?

When life (or Jack Elrod) gives you Mark Trail running…

But Rex does eventually catch on.

I think.

While his hideous offspring prattle endlessly, Big Daddy Bil internalizes his angry, angry dialog:

HAPPY EASTER, FOLKS!

Mary offers a “sympathetic” ear to Bonnie, if she ever needs to talk to someone about her problems.

With our luck, the ear is kept in a pickle jar in Mary’s fridge and probably belonged to some poor unfortunate denizen of Charterstone who mysteriously “moved out” in the middle of the night years and years ago…

Poachers going after those tasty, tasty Canada geese! Aren’t they endangered or something like that?