…and not in an “Indiana Jones telling Belloq that his comments about their being kindred spirits” way. This was a whole Sunday spread (ahem). I only altered the last panel (okay, the title, too). It wasn’t much less creepy before I “fixed it.”
Yeah. ewwww
Boy, I dislike Max Mallory, the legal nemesis in the current Rex Morgan story-arc. Whether it’s the Brillo-pad hair or the Charles Laughton lips (rivaling those of Liz Patterson — not an attractive look for a man), or the fact that this clown apparently would be willing to take God to court, I don’t know. Maybe because he just harangues and hassles Dr. Andy, who has enough problems.
So, if Rex has his IQ raised a few dozen points to combat the assholiness of Max the Ax, so be it.
Artists for “Gil Thorp” changed a few months ago, and the new illustrator is coming close to perfecting his predecessor’s weird and impossible angularities, strange postures, and continuing, crappy athletic skills.
A few of the gents over at CC commented that one of the recent panels looked as though some “inspiration” had been drawn from Tom of Finland artwork (if you’re unfamiliar with Tom of Finland, you’re pretty much not a gay man, or you’re a gay man living in Carlsbad Caverns). Yow — they did indeed have a point, and oh, that the search for a new artist had continued. (Well, that’s pretty unlikely, as Tom died in 1991…you find the most interesting facts on the internet! At least I might’ve followed what-passes-for-a-plot-line in the strip more closely.)
Once again, Rex is back among his people — adolescent boys! And in case you don’t think the solid and staid Dr. Morgan learned anything from his fishing trip with teen heart-throb Niki, just see how he communicates with Generation Something-or-Other.
Fun with Dr. Andy! Need I say more? (or is that Morgu?)
Messing around with CC’s Uncle Lumpy’s “drop in” dialog worked pretty well on its second attempt:
And then crapped out on the third and final attempt (no thanks to some people, even if they are merely two-dimensional):
Let’s see, Dee is helping Elizabeth alter her grandmother’s wedding gown, and from the looks of it, it’s a damned good thing Liz modeled it for Grandpa Jim — once Dee is through with it, the poor old fart will probably think that Liz decided to wear one of her grandmother’s lace tablecloths. So much for keeping traditions intact.
Oh, and even without my help, Dee has been doing a magnificent “Welcome to Hell Marriage” campaign for Liz. The Romance never stops in Foobland.
This was a toughie, but when Rayne Summers, the central character in the webcomic Least I Can Do, rhapsodizes about vagoos (yes, it’s what you think it is), and the CC jokes about Liz Patterson’s golden hoo-hoo collide, Something Had To Be Done.
(I love LICD…great, great comic!)
Implied sex, a la Abbey and Sam! Yay!
Oh, those Keanes — they sure love that tooth-rotting, blood sugar-spiking stuff! And it’s every melon-head for himself when it comes to trying to wheedle Gramma Keane out of a piece…
