Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…no matter how obvious.

[The original panel had the phrase “Silence is Golden” embossed on what appears to be a framed billiard table top.  Where in God’s green earth would you see something like that? A library? A church apse? The Keane’s living room? I figure my interpretation is as logical.]

I’m really not too sure what’s going on in Apartment 3-G.  Currently nurse Tommie is playing doormat for a doctor she’s interested in (I hesitate that Tommie has the “hots” for him, as she’d only ever exhibited a mild tepidity for anything).  How much of a doormat?  How about having his two kids dumped on her for babysitting without any prior notification?

Oh, Tommie, you angel of mercy!

You unbelievable sap.

…where there are weird critters and more sheep than people.

Mark Trail would love it.

Go figure.

I’m not holding out much hope for excitement in the ensuing reuniting of Donut Boy with civilization, but I do what I can:

And the excitement and suspense continues on Sunday!

Well, maybe not her.  But John Tesh might have!

Quick! Everybody join in with a quick chorus of the Love Theme from Entertainment Tonight!

Not really a foot, but more like a diabetically-predisposed fat kid, sort of a blond Mason Reese.

And for the record, John C Fremont from over at CC has discovered that there are really and truly “Go Nuts Donuts”.  They’re made in the Philippines.  The website is hideous, like a Teletubbie wet-dream. Ick.

New storyline in Mark Trail! Alert! Alert! And for the second time, it looks like the bad guys (yes! TWO of them!) have no discernible facial hair.  If this keeps up, Mark is going to punch Johnny Malotte out of sheer frustration.

Then again, if acquiring Rusty’s camera with the incriminating photos in it is so simple, we might be working on a totally new storyline by the beginning of next week.  Maybe it’ll have an Evil Saquatch in it!

Hey, Baldy McBadguy!  I guess you’re evil when you don’t understand the concept of “No means No!”.  Rusty doesn’t want to sell his camera, even for a gajillion dollars.  If you and your buddy are on the lam, why don’t you just get the hell out of town (what’s keeping you in Lost Forest, for god’s sake?!?) and go somewhere where there might be a slightly-larger population base that you can melt into?  And where the post office has more than two “Wanted” posters?

But I digress.  “Forget it, Baldy — it’s Lost Forest.”

…but it’s not like the characters in Mary Worth are living through anything but the mid-20th Century.  No, Jeff isn’t under any moral or monetary responsibility to help out his daughter with the wedding, but you just know he’d blow a gasket if he weren’t invited to walk his little angel down the aisle.

And like in a sentimental way, not a crazy cat-lady way!  Dean Booth over at his new blog site, Dean’s Comic Booth, said some very nice things about me and this site (“master of the Rex Morgan mashup” is a compliment, right? Right?), and more folks have been coming here as a result.  Advertising works!

Thanks, Dean!  Your site is keen (not Keane), and if you haven’t checked out Dean’s antics, please treat yourself:  http://comicbooth.com/blogengine.net/

Since I didn’t have a really good place to put this, I’ll stick it here:

Please note that in this Sunday’s RMMD, Guido is sporting some fantastic-looking skin tone!  He’s apparently of Latin heritage at last, as opposed to being the sad victim of some congenital, jaundice-producing syndrome.  The panel above demonstrates the new and improved Second Officer.

Of course, you know this won’t last!

While we’re waiting for the Next Exciting Installment, I’m messing around with great expressions. Again.

But wait! There’s more!