Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

What are the odds that the same day (31 March 2008) will feature Dick Tracy hanging out of the belly of an antique Chinese horse statue (no, I don’t know why) AND Elly Patterson yammering on about wanting to relinquish the reins while still owning the horses (it’s a control issue, I’m sure of it)?

If this day was candy, it would be a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, a delightful combination of peanut butter and chocolate…mmmmmm.

And yes, the stalward detective was hanging out of the belly of the beast; things have shifted a bit here.

Who is Count Morgu? My attention span, or observational skills, or something, is so short that I can’t remember the last time I found all the differences in one of Slylock Fox’s “find the six changes” puzzles. While I didn’t note that some off-center framing in a Rex Morgan strip had rendered the “County Morgue” sign on the door to “Count Morgu,” I did notice that the county health inspector/medical examiner/ coroner was a pretty creepy-looking fellow. Maybe that’s just comes with the territory, when you’re hanging around corpses and body bags and trocars. Still, the Goth chick on NCIS is pretty hot, and she hangs around with all that stuff…

Anyway, someone at CC started referring to Andy as Count Morgu. And hey, in a lot of circumstances, soap comics can use all the help they can get. If it’s in the form of a vampire…cool!

A new story arc is starting with my favorite physician, and as is usually the case, these things ramp up slowly. I will have you know that I stuck in MRSA as one of June’s guesses before it was mentioned! (Yay, me – incredible Karnak abilities!)

I don’t think the scariest thing about all of this will be MRSA, but all of the damned coffee everyone is drinking, all the time.

Having a (more often than not random) quotation scrawled across Mary Worth airspace is bad enough, but one Sunday there were TWO! of them! Good heavens! I had to retaliate! Mary might have a copy of Bartlett’s, but I’ve got the whole internet! Bwahahahaha!

Can you pick out Mary’s platitudes of the day?

I know, I know. There was some faint, dark fantasy in all of us that somehow we’d be spared from Mary’s incessant platitudes, by any means possible. Only Mary is stronger than us all.

The keen eye of CC’s Trilobite discovers what really happens to 80s band members…

Sometimes there’s a story line that is just too snarkable to pass up. And sometimes, it’s a single illustration that begs for it. This drawing of Niki is a prime example.

Photos of Angelina Jolie tend to spook Sam, too…

I loved doing these! I don’t know that there was that much “action” going on in the story, but there was a lot of opportunity for screwy dialog (my favorite!).

Sam got a bit of a face lift (ahem) in the third strip, too.

And here I was, doubting that!