Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Quick! Let’s talk on the phone!

Because it’s so, so lonely out here…

Oh, those wacky Dolly observations!

There will be a Comics Curmudgeon Meet-up in the D.C. area on 22 May.  While I’m not likely to be in attendance, I can be their virtually, wearing my virtual commemorative t-shirt with virtual copyright-violating  snark on it.

(And yeah, the only reason this design jumped out at several CCers was the Sunday Mark Trail, in which the fact that Ceylon lorikeets sleep upside down like bats (I did not know that), was superseded only by the fact that when lorikieets get wasted on fermented fruit and palm wine (where do they get palm wine? Are there jungle liquor stores in Ceylon/Sri Lanka? Are those the little bottles like Bartles & James wine cooler come in, or are they more like 40-ouncers?), they develop little bubbles and wavies around their heads.  Too cute!)

Maybe this could be the little illustration above the pocket on the front of the shirt:

And this could be on the back  (I think both designs would look best on a “Mark Trail Khaki” shirt)  :

So, Dawn Weston has successfully surfed the ‘Net and has discovered that Kurt Evans is some other guy’s bastard son.  Personally, I think blowing the lid off this scam is the only course of action, but hey, I don’t live in the same condo community as Mary, either…

Of course, allegiances in Charterstone come and go, and who might’ve been a nemesis one day could be a BFF the next.  (If Dawn turns into Mary Worth 2.0, heads will roll, however.)

Oh, well, nope, I guess not…Dawn is on her own:

Peter Parker evidently fits this mold.  He needs to be out, snapping photos, swinging from tall buildings, fighting crime, chafing in embarrassing places.  Give him a few days of R&R, and he just falls apart.

Things are heating up over in Morganville! YAY!

More, please!

Poop.

Pee.

Marvin’s readers are constantly barraged with both — it’s like visiting the Monkey House at the zoo.  Even so, even these jokes run thin, so let’s introduce snot!

Let’s not.  An effort to class up a classless comic strip by working on frozen snotsicles…

…can “Toots” live up to the excitement of  Cue?  Niki?  The Donut Kid? Or Count Morgu?  We might have to put that ol’ network “spin” on things…

I don’t think “The Big Bang Theory” has a whole lot to worry about.

I wonder if anyone ever wanted to be a member of the Family Circus family, you know growing up and wishing to be a pal of Superman or a member of the Justice League, or traveling through the jungle with Tarzan, or realizing that the kids in “Peanuts” weren’t so different from you…

Nah. Probably not.

Mark Trail, 1956.

Total dedication to the environment.

Ruthless anger toward anyone who defies him.

Right Fist o’ Justice:  meting out what’s right for over a half century!

And pretty dang exciting, too!  Not since the MRSA outbreak have tempers run so high!