Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

How about “Aren’t you glad that you didn’t ask Daddy?”

Who would’ve thought THAT?! Well, it might not be that funny, but it makes Sam squirm, and that’s kinda funny.

Abbey isn’t in sight. Nor Gloria. Nor Maria. But there is a rack roaming wild and free. This is why we read Judge Parker.

Oh, yeah, there’s more talk on the Judge’s book. You can tell Sam is riveted.

Do kids really get vicarious thrills these days from staying up late watching Jay or Jimmy or Conan or David? I think not.

Dennis Mitchell’s menacing abilities have eroded severely over the years. Even at his worst, he doesn’t so much menace as irritate or, in some cases, peeve. But then Hogenmogen from CC noticed that just for a few lousy cookies, Dennis has resorted to roughing up sweet old Mrs. Wilson.

Lord knows what’s become of Mr. Wilson.

This is a better day. I’m happy to report that Rex Morgan is doing a fine job without my help of jerking Max Mallory’s legal chain (check out the Sunday strip of 29 June): go, Rex, go!

Also after a brief power outage this afternoon, which required my having to reconstruct a couple of panels below, I think that I have a pretty funny one here. I have no idea where this story line is going, but as long as there’s Hawaiian shirts, I’ll put up with a certain amount of lawyer mumbo-jumbo.

First, the Comics Curmudgeon site goes down mid-morning (and is currently staying there). Then, I put together a new Rex Morgan, only to hit the wrong button and have it vaporize; okay, it was pretty lame and fairly obvious as to what’s likely to happen in the plot (several of us are gunning for Max’s kid to be none other than “‘Dipstick’ Mallory, Track Star”), but poop, none the less.

So, who’s to blame? I say Elly Patterson! With Linda Bushka (or whatever the hell her name is) acting as insufferably pleased with herself as St. Elly, I think a martyrdom is in store…

Aside from Billy’s head going super-nova, the “joke” here was him finding it weird that the word verb is a noun.

Hah-hah.

Nope.

I like this so much better.

I think I mentioned that I really didn’t like Max “the Ax” Mallory. I won’t say anything more. Instead, I’ll let Rex and Andy taunt him unmerciful. Take it away!

But wait! There’s more!

CC contributor Red Greenback, on the topic of Mary Worth screening her calls, guessed that after Dr. Jeff got done boo-hooing and whinging for forgiveness, the next call would be from Bob Weber, Jr., the Man Behind the (Slylock) Fox. So I guess this isn’t just a meeting of the second and third dimensions (Mary and Red), but the third dimension squared (Mary and Red and Bob)! Whew! I’m sure the space-time continuum is fraying somewhere.

And that phone message in Panel One? All Red Greenback goodness!