What fun! Moving into a new (old) house…fixing all the previous owners’ mistakes, and yet, having time to make new memories. Awwww….
(Shoot me, but I love the stink lines.)
What is sexier than a guy in flannel or khaki? A guy in PJs! No! Wait! A guy in PJs, with something IN the PJs! Unfortunately, Mark finds a whole lotta strangeness in his…
Mark Trail is a man of his word: if he promises isopods on Sunday, expect isopods on Sunday! 
WHO IS THIS GUY? Evidently a “stock figure” who was posed behind the state-flag-of-your-choice. Well, the nice thing about media whores is that they’ll do it for anyone.
So, he ended up shilling CC merchandise:
“Who cares who he is? The Important Thing is that Mr. Whatsit LOVES Comic Curmudgeon merchandise!
Remember, the holidays are just around the corner!”
Speaking of creepy, this strip was creepy 30 years ago, or whenever I was reading it in the Phoenix paper. There’s naked cute (Kewpie dolls, the old “Cheerful Cherub” verses) and then there’s this…
Sigh…. My first experience with Rex Morgan, M.D. And wouldn’t you know it was with Mark Trail, too! I guess I’m just a sucker for big, clueless lugs in flannel ‘n’ khaki…
Maybe this should go with the rest of the A3G stuff (do I even have a category for that? eventually, perhaps), but this was a response to Alan’s (or Tim’s or Eric’s or whoever the hell it is) very fashionable Corellian haute coutoure… I guess I can justify it as a Han Solo cameo. Or a Greedo one.
I don’t pay much attention to Zits. Jeremy’s mom exercising was not a way to get my attention.
This is my only They’ll Do It Every Time squish. Al Scaduto pretty much said everything that needed to be said.
My first multi-strip, honkin’ big mashup. It was easier than I thought to find people/animals/things talking on the phone.