There are many, many funny people over at Comic Curmudgeon. (Go and see for yourself, unless you’re one of them and are checking this blog out.) This Rex ‘n’ June is purely Diamond Joe’s snark on it. I love it!
As someone mentioned over at Comic Curmudgeon: Wait’ll we get our Hanes off you! Sunday’s Rex Morgan (4 May) is undie nirvana, and you can almost believe that Rex and June have sex. Sometimes. Occasionally. Once in a blue moon.
At least there’s someone to take up the slack in those “off” times.
It’s more real than real!
Nothing too inspired, I’m afraid. Then again, we’re just back from Las Vegas, and I’m getting back into the swing of snark. Fortunately, there hasn’t been too much action this week, just a keane flashback of Rex ‘n’ Niki’s fishing expedition. (And don’t think for a moment that Rex, Niki, Faith, or Lee wouldn’t be doing the same thing as Big Daddy Keane.)
Not Ghostbusters…but Andy! (That’s Andy the St. Bernard, not Dr. Andy Reed, aka Count Morgu, although both of them seem to get more than their fair shares of crap heaped upon them.
All right, so using Andy to find petnappers might be a good idea instead of the usual far-fetched one. It just seems that Andy lingers in the background, forgotten (if you can forget a 150-lb. dog) until the 15-watt bulb comes on over Mark’s head. I guess that’s the fate of just about every sidekick, human, animal or superhero.
Gah! Five days without Photoshop! And possibly without seeing Rex Morgan! A lot can happen in that time (but probably not)…there could be another supply closet “cleaning,” or Andy just tearing out Max the Axe’s throat (pleaseohplease), or several more students dying, or Abby developing worms.
Oh, what about Rex discovering the MRSA source? I laugh at your optimism! I laugh!
Abbey Driver is filthy rich. Would it kill her to hire a small jazz combo, or even just a drummer to emphasize her moves as she strikes one alluring pose after another? Such audio clues might even get Sam to take notice…
Meanwhile, here comes the teen-age angst!
Friday’s Rex Morgan has an unseen individual coming up behind Rex, June and Andy, asking for a moment of Andy’s time. Who is it? I’m pretty sure it’s not MRSA personified, but that still leaves a lot of possibilities. (But if I’m right, I’m going to gamble a whole roll of nickels when I’m in Vegas… maybe even two at a time!)
[Update: Well, dang! It was a doughy-faced, way-too-happy lawyer serving Andy a subpena (which is an alternate spelling for it, it only looks about as stupid as the lawyer). I might still gamble a whole roll of nickels, though, as I’m so disappointed at this turn of events. With my luck, I won’t be able to find any Star Wars slots, which are way cool, particularly the Dark Side ones.]
I like crappy dialog as much as the next person. I like writing crappy dialog, too. But if you’re gonna have verbal diarrhea, make it informative, or better yet, entertaining! Fun, huh?
Evidently, this concept has eluded some strips. Maybe because bigger word balloons = less drawing. But I suspect it’s just a bigger ego.
