Tuesday, June 9, 2009


June 9, 2009

Panel 1:"That means I can ride my horse there and punch someone!"

Panel 2:Mark, what's the rush? It took you three trips to the dumpsite and another to the photo shop to figure out that the drums had the letters WCC on them. Surely, you can wait for Cherry to serve up a delicious lunch of fricaseed chicken beaks or roasted mudfish before you go hunt down this corporate malfeasor.

Panel 3:Finally, someone adopts a realistic attitude when talking to Mark Trail, occasional contributor to and photographer for an un-named (and probably third-rate) outdoors magazine.

June 8, 2009

Panel 1:So which is it? Painted, scraped, painted and scraped?

Panel 2:Doc, don't encourage him. That wasn't good work. That was five days of struggling toward a discovery that could have been made on Day 1.

Panel 3:Ask "Teh Google!"

June 6, 2009

Panel 1:Boy, why would anyone EVER want to do that?

Panel 2:"...I can cast the protective spell that will keep the gigantic coy-wolf from supping on my tender flesh."

Panel 3:Holy Shit! It's the dreaded Women Chemists Committee!

Also, take note that Mark continues to require the use of intercessory technology to read the barrels. Maybe he's illiterate and his camera is actually a well-disguised, high-tech reading device?

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