Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

It’s Sunday, and Mary and Jeff are still wandering the sea, looking for the Bum Boat Bistro or something. Conversation (read, Mary pontificating) continues, so I chose to just skip ahead to the final panels.

So, our two lovebirds have landed at the Bum Boat, where the talk and rehashing goes on and on. OTOH, there’s no danger in beating a deadhorse, is there?

Maybe something exciting is waiting for Rex, just around the corner, or in a patient’s pants!
At least lunch is over, and it’s back to work…

Like the Brave Little Soldier he is, Rex does his best to put even his most-paranoid client at ease. What a guy!

Sometimes the end of the week is no better than the beginning of the week.
Or the middle of the week.
Or any of your miserable life with Rex.

James Allen, the writer/artist of “Mark Trail,” mentioned a couple of panels he’d done in January 2017, with Mark and Cherry discussing in-print vs. online readers. Mark was pretty much of good cheer (any readership is good readership, so to speak), but even the stalwart Champion of the Wilderness has feelings. And Punching Fists. So watch out.

Come on! Even those great comic strip Olympians have their down-times, too! Right? At least someone mentioned Pad Thai…

It looks like Thursday is no great shakes, either.

Oh, Mark, how I’ve missed you, with you dashing all around my own stomping ground, the wonderful lower Sonoran desert! I’m not quite sure what you’re doing out here, but if you’ve brought the rains with you, that’s good enough for me.
By the way, yYou really shouldn’t be out in the strong sunlight without a hat. Those powerful rays, you know…it can do strange things to a man.

But, true to his character, Mark can succeed at anything. Doc has been found, a blessing to us all! I guess.

As I mentioned a couple of years ago, all (or most) of the serial comics artists seem to have retired and been replaced by younger folks. While this is kinda good (rather than just killing a strip entirely), did we really need to have Mary Worth doing the Benjamin Button thing? Get any younger, Mary, and you’ll be kissing Charterstone adios.
On the other hand, many of her friend continue to surround her and follow her good sense with a slavish devotion. I suspect that’s all you can expect for a buttinsky like Mary. Oh, and Toe-by, the fat Professor’s trophy wife, also keeps time ticking away by experimenting with the latest and greatest hallucinogens that Santa Royale has to offer.

And June remains the patriarch of the family. And the alpha bitch. Have I been gone that long, that one (or both) of the little boys at the table are the newest members of the Morgan brood? Sad. Sad. Sad.

So I’m out of it for a little while (or a couple of years), only to discover that some things never change.