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…but nobody doesn’t like Sara Lee!”

Ah, good times, 70s advertising! For some reason I remember going to Disneyland with my folks and being SO EXCITED to see Sara Lee products served at one of the restaurants there, and a whole outdoor music pavilion/gazebo sponsored by Carnation dairy foods. (Oh, yeah, I can’t forget the “World of the Atom” ride,  sponsored by Monsanto (“Without chemicals, life would be impossible.”)) I guess there’s a time and place for product placement, and a little is charming. Well, maybe when you’re a kid it is.

Oh, hey! Earth Day 2008 is over, and mirabile dictu, so is the MRSA town hall meeting! Andy looks a little worse for wear, while Rex has Georgia (peach pie) on his mind. Thank heavens for Joe’s, open at all hours, and no charge for extra grease.

I laugh and smirk and make catty comments about June Morgan and Andy Reed (aka, Andreu, Count Morgu) messing around in the hospital supply closet, and THEN!, a member from over at CC diverts our attention to genuine messing around in the hospital supply closet!, courtesy Kyle’s Bed and Breakfast! Kyle’s a gay-themed (well, duh!) web comic strip by Greg Fox — he is an excellent illustrator! I’m jealous (why, I’m not sure, maybe the drawing and storytelling talents, maybe all the hot guys that are interested in other hot guys. C’est la vie.).

Well, if there’s kanoodling in the supply closet, can meddling be far behind?

…that’s Meddle, if you’re Mary Worth, by the way.

This was an ongoing work-in-progress, mostly a way of showcasing some of the fine (and really, really funny, in some cases) portraiture that gets drawn and tossed after one reading in the daily strips. It was always going to have the theme of DMV license photos, but again, with Earth Day upon us (hey, if it weren’t important, places like Wal-Mart ‘n’ Macy’s wouldn’t tell us it is, right?), it seemed like a good time to post it.

I’d say that at least 80% of the syndicated cartoonists did an Earth Day strip today (22 April). Some were seamless (Mutts is doing a sweet Earth Week series), some are clunky, and some like Judge Parker and Rex Morgan, gave the staff the day off and posted what looked like bumper stickers. How lame!

This is my effort to at least remedy the JP short-cut.

…right?

Happy Earth Day! I’ve started my under-the-counter earthworm composter (no big action yet, but it doesn’t smell bad, either, so I think things are working). Everyone in Toon Town was busy honoring the Earth, it seems.

[Vermicomposting update (23 April): I couldn’t take it any longer and decided to see if the cupful of nightcrawlers from Wal-Mart were dead or alive, so I dug around in the compost bin with my bare hands (ewww!). There are only a few worms (from what I could see), but Jiminy Christmas, one’s the size of a freakin’ SAND WORM, and it moves as muscularly and determinedly as one of them! I should be getting my pound o’ nightcrawlers in the mail today or tomorrow, so with any luck, I’m gonna be hip-deep in worm poop in very little time. I might not be able to control the Spice, but I envision some degree of controlling the nightcrawler castings…]

Just last week, I was sympathizing with April, as Elly was bound and determined to interrupt her homework and school deadlines with the temptation of strawberry fudge sundaes, 3/4 lb. burgers, shrimp on the bar-be, and other delectable glop du jour.

Make me promise that I’ll never do that again — the Patterson operon is beginning to kick in big time, and it’s April’s innate nature to become an ass.

…let’s see: thick, moron, idiot. Is there going to be a point when someone in the audience catches on? Is there nothing on television tonight that anyone feels compelled to race home and watch? I think it’s a plot to keep Andy at the community center until sunrise…

There’s just too much goodness over at the MRSA meeting. I am powerless to resist.

This is dedicated to Mr. bats :[ a child of the 60s and its panoply of wonderful television shows, television commercials, and fun ‘n’ dangerous toys. I don’t think he ever had one of these things, but he still remembers the slogan. Whenever, “six fingers” drops into the conversation, he’ll recite it! It’s a gift, I guess.

(Maybe this is also dedicated to para-Olympians and the goodness that is Gil Thorp illustration; this took only a few lines to “fix”…)