tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19898283848187896802024-03-12T16:08:11.685-07:00The Androgynous NaturalistA K-list comic blog devoted to Mark Trail, the comic strip where irony goes to die.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.comBlogger197125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-26050277916030984462010-03-17T21:18:00.000-07:002010-03-17T21:43:24.061-07:00It all comes down to the facial hair, doesn't it?<b>March 17, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBlFzI3OXWzizfFuA0uE5ajyEghp8LFL8a0mBwwMzwpvGBA09KrX1cOEV5CgZHyeHFnkgkjj_xX9dNn_0cNFUaE_UFv8maqYaQSWO4dK3C69yOwG_UP6rXlngJMKxP94QuK3xPTRRNPY9u/s1600-h/03-17-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBlFzI3OXWzizfFuA0uE5ajyEghp8LFL8a0mBwwMzwpvGBA09KrX1cOEV5CgZHyeHFnkgkjj_xX9dNn_0cNFUaE_UFv8maqYaQSWO4dK3C69yOwG_UP6rXlngJMKxP94QuK3xPTRRNPY9u/s400/03-17-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449823752681990258" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>"For example, threaten to flog them with your paddle. That should hold them for a good, long time."<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>More likely, it will result in Ranger Buzz getting his ass kicked six ways to Sunday. Poor guy.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>"If not, you can probably just find me floating face down in the lake!"<br /><br /><b>March 16, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbV34pwygOy-_ddZHl9PVqN4glv7fHKvh0OzzmGVR4uOQvlq5qAbC5l_VP2CM8i_pZx3GDo9yoeIyUJdYLj38ZomLEAVEc9HeCnAtj2CYL4IMblUYB1c-ZJ9RdR9h6N9gU7LTvSYYJaJYd/s1600-h/03-16-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbV34pwygOy-_ddZHl9PVqN4glv7fHKvh0OzzmGVR4uOQvlq5qAbC5l_VP2CM8i_pZx3GDo9yoeIyUJdYLj38ZomLEAVEc9HeCnAtj2CYL4IMblUYB1c-ZJ9RdR9h6N9gU7LTvSYYJaJYd/s400/03-16-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449823749636858498" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>You know what? I think Mark just might pull off this "Japanese tourist" disguise.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Nooo. Really? Shit, I thought they just did it for sheer meaningless randomness.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liquor_in_the_Front">liquor part</a>? If it had been me, I would have snuck up on the poker part.<br /><br /><b>March 15, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWSalku1aEHpX0-_RUDBEVlvtzN0m7Sox7r3vDZffyOK-IflqlIcYkvuMQyYYlIyU4FIs2RnaHw5pryDOGbqnpKjxwt0Mkho4Ix4Tnw5oWfcDNNStdKt9xFv0-QOjmEMT6DDx-lejz3dEL/s1600-h/03-15-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWSalku1aEHpX0-_RUDBEVlvtzN0m7Sox7r3vDZffyOK-IflqlIcYkvuMQyYYlIyU4FIs2RnaHw5pryDOGbqnpKjxwt0Mkho4Ix4Tnw5oWfcDNNStdKt9xFv0-QOjmEMT6DDx-lejz3dEL/s400/03-15-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449823743397390770" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Well, if there had been any doubt as to the nature of the Parker Brothers, it's certainly cleared up now. Look at all that facial hair!<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>What a fucking rube. No doubt he'll be surprised when they don't slow down as they plow over his canoe.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-43981989949502934362010-03-13T05:17:00.000-08:002010-03-13T05:38:11.611-08:00Ranger Buzz will make you wet.<b>March 13, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVYYryuOwwIgaIl4k6ayQfNOhFXbFiDxueyZ856v8BObQHUeXU9Q2RNvgXJzIJiDC2rUyRikV1HL3-nClZDvpnX-5Kkoer0k5Di8DZR14TkvgbRgPhqv9V1ehDcOxPNqdjgMZkZ3Css_t/s1600-h/03-13-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVYYryuOwwIgaIl4k6ayQfNOhFXbFiDxueyZ856v8BObQHUeXU9Q2RNvgXJzIJiDC2rUyRikV1HL3-nClZDvpnX-5Kkoer0k5Di8DZR14TkvgbRgPhqv9V1ehDcOxPNqdjgMZkZ3Css_t/s400/03-13-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448107091042557922" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b> "At which point I'll add this canoe to the list of inanimate objects I have mistreated in unspeakable ways on this trip."<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b> "In other words, you be the bait. Please ignore the fact that bait is typically killed in the process of catching fish."<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b> You know, Mark could have had Buzz change shirts back at the Grable dock. But, of course, that would have permitted Jan to see Buzz's rippling torso, which, given his alpha-manliness, would likely have sent her into paroxysms of ecstasy, whereupon she would probably have torn off her bathing suit and thus subjected Mark to the nauseating sight of the naked female body and its various erogenous zones. Mark, of course, wanted to avoid this profoundly debilitating series of events and, thus, conveniently "forgot" to tell Buzz to change his shirt. <br /><br /><b>March 12, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcf8WC2HMqYAss1TfC8tzVvH7Cjz5s0wqu3Qyd9npYc_A5jmAu9thUf3CaPod-QqNtbcALK2oNJqkijbCdyaqbp2acZZQRUNA3ZKPF51X32dNklLtBxCEVtvP0hhSDB9-JHUdifT2LLfW/s1600-h/03-12-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcf8WC2HMqYAss1TfC8tzVvH7Cjz5s0wqu3Qyd9npYc_A5jmAu9thUf3CaPod-QqNtbcALK2oNJqkijbCdyaqbp2acZZQRUNA3ZKPF51X32dNklLtBxCEVtvP0hhSDB9-JHUdifT2LLfW/s400/03-12-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448107085359213138" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>He's a real politician? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? He's not a wax facsimile of a politician in Madame Tussuad's museum? He's not an actor playing a politician on TV? What?<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>And let the wacky hi-jinx begin!<br /><br /><b>March 11, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyAPswstSCMk48r6-mxdUef-FXbU_swBmcvJJ6smBt4Qk7z9Da0qClfEbSo81rMPbcJXdFjFIco6W8idAI59YWIZr-rT9OaXROY2GeQUWeKojwjjEaIw-a2t9rMqDi8h6oUDdySJHreU_I/s1600-h/03-11-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyAPswstSCMk48r6-mxdUef-FXbU_swBmcvJJ6smBt4Qk7z9Da0qClfEbSo81rMPbcJXdFjFIco6W8idAI59YWIZr-rT9OaXROY2GeQUWeKojwjjEaIw-a2t9rMqDi8h6oUDdySJHreU_I/s400/03-11-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448107077095440946" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>"And, hopefully, you'll be dressed in something as revealing and sexy as that bathing suit you stole off the corpse of Betty Grable!"<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Having tired of Ranger Buzz's attempts to woo Jan Grable, Mark returns to violating this sleeping bag. <br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>"Clank...clunk....grind..." That's the sound of Mark's brain striving to make a connection between the various clues concerning the Parker Brothers, Senator Wallace, and the restaurant.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-77207667008296744702010-03-10T19:21:00.000-08:002010-03-10T19:48:25.725-08:00Beaver!<b>March 10, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslnLXJm0OP8u2a6nK4rR_iuijVIhx8W6CoHbdEDE8ZBNi4RLInWF4anncZbF0x0bp8wXdNKtVnvr8f_OBGoTP7qVrsEMn3G1TlRvsWEpL9MTm6TGnk-Tsz3c4RD9v1bmfz16r9h4MXCI1/s1600-h/03-10-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslnLXJm0OP8u2a6nK4rR_iuijVIhx8W6CoHbdEDE8ZBNi4RLInWF4anncZbF0x0bp8wXdNKtVnvr8f_OBGoTP7qVrsEMn3G1TlRvsWEpL9MTm6TGnk-Tsz3c4RD9v1bmfz16r9h4MXCI1/s400/03-10-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447211388851906802" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b> Just for the record, the Jackelrod Sphere has now presented us with 18 separate bird images since February 8th. Compare this with the 6 non-human mammals, the single amphibian, and the single fish images it's given us. I'm detecting some sort of pro-avian bias here and I, for one, am deeply disturbed. <br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>"I am...ahem...tracking beaver."<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Not really. What's interesting is what Mark is doing to that helpless sleeping bag in the background. That and the fact that he's obviously returning to Wet Lake to exact his revenge on the Parker Brothers who, you may recall, totally whupped his ass.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-74810881177490456572010-03-09T19:12:00.001-08:002010-03-09T19:42:18.066-08:00Let's Recap, Shall We?Ok, so I'll be the first to admit that yesterday's vodka-fueled efforts, while enjoyable (for me), didn't really do much in the way of clarifying the current story-line. Thus, I shall conduct a recap. Of course, I don't have access and/or don't care to obtain access to the strips from January 5 through February 7. I think, however, that I can extrapolate what happened. It goes a little like this:<br /><br /><b>January 5:</b> Three panels of prattle.<br /><b>January 6:</b> Mark's phone rings, his old friend Ben is calling.<br /><b>January 7:</b> Mark and Ben talk about stuff at Ben's lake.<br /><b>January 8:</b> Mark decides he needs to write a magazine article about stuff at Ben's lake.<br /><b>January 9:</b> Cherry tries to lure Mark into bed, but he successfully evades her desperate clutches and drives to Wet Lake (or whatever Ben's lake is called).<br /><b>January 11:</b> Senator Hatcher decides to take a visit to Wet Lake.<br /><b>January 12-February 7:</b> Mark meets the Senator and his ambiguously gay staffer Tim, stuff happens, and, voile!, fisticuffs.<br /><b>February 7-22:</b> The Senator has a heart attack;Mark and Ben save the Senator by bravely canoeing him down a Class 1 riffle. <br /><b>February 23-March 2:</b> The Senator, Mark and Ben talk about stuff that isn't very interesting, except for the bit about Parker Brothers' booming non-fishing business.<br /><b>March 3-4:</b> Mark and Tim talk about stuff that isn't very interesting, except for the bit about Senator Wallace, the restaurateur cum Senator, who hates the outdoors and opposes efforts to preserve Paradise "Wet" Lake.*<br /><b>March 5-8:</b> Mark hooks up with Ranger Buzz and they proceed to canoe back out to Wet Lake.<br /><br />*Note the incomprehensible statement by Tim, the not-too-bright Senate staffer, in which he concludes that it is strange that someone who dislikes the outdoors is opposed to preserving it. This, of course, is a perfectly normal position and, in fact, represents one of the planks of the modern Republican party.<br /><br />Anyways. Now that you have the facts straight, let's dive into today's strip shall we.<br /><br /><b>March 9, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix__IAEYW4XNRKbwZX_3MMeMAaWaO4iUWyxx_GA34P-DZFtM7YYRM6S3Xrjc4J-IzmXY8Q8_ep0chE6al4-Tl-1IItpHciEdk0uEpIsQv63vdUXHiNp14c_qlfvYqgWBd54TrIv7y-8Q0c/s1600-h/03-09-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix__IAEYW4XNRKbwZX_3MMeMAaWaO4iUWyxx_GA34P-DZFtM7YYRM6S3Xrjc4J-IzmXY8Q8_ep0chE6al4-Tl-1IItpHciEdk0uEpIsQv63vdUXHiNp14c_qlfvYqgWBd54TrIv7y-8Q0c/s400/03-09-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446843863377316034" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>It's not entirely clear to me where the lovely Ms. Harper is diving from. There's a tree behind the rock, and the rock is too low for her to have leaped off of. Any ideas?<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Translation: Damn, I'd like to tap that ass.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Apparently Mark has overcome his revulsion at the thought of sexual contact between human beings and managed to paddle the canoe to the dock. I wonder if he threw up into the lake, or just swallowed it.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-84521985764150054392010-03-07T20:53:00.000-08:002010-03-08T23:18:27.176-08:00The Prodigal Cephalopod Returns!Well, I owe each and every one of my 12 readers a deep apology. Since my last post on January 4th, three things have happened that have contributed to the complete lack of postings. They are, as follows:<br /><br />1. I was offered a job in Denver, CO.<br />2. I accepted that job.<br />3. I moved myself and my family to Denver, CO.<br /><br />Having arrived in Denver the day before yesterday and having somewhat settled into our temporary, furnished housing, I feel safe promising that I will now be able to resume regular posting on this blog. <br /><br />So, I apologize for the long delay. Let's see where we are in the latest Mark Trail escapade. For purposes of speed and alacrity I will not use the three-panel commentary approach. Instead, I shall use the three-shot approach in which I will drink three shots of vodka and proceed to undertake a quick word association for each day. Oh, and because I'm a lazy fuck and only use the Seattle PI, I'll only be going back to February 7th (I think). So, let me get some vodka in me.... A slight digression: I highly recommend Tito's if you can find it. Brewed in the fine city of Austin, TX, it's smooth, tasty and suitable for any occasion. And now, let us proceed:<br /><br /><b>March 8, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAqahM4IpjR1AZ7bgEk0h9ZBvMjjuYQzMz02ru0cEPYpwHPSBtCh5VftwTnMaDmg9uhXDjov10aN19g5szb9lxmhrg0zo8o6F2TzqY1JPuOSrT2OxgaVH2lrJQP1koy2siH97uWxlQr3n0/s1600-h/03-08-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAqahM4IpjR1AZ7bgEk0h9ZBvMjjuYQzMz02ru0cEPYpwHPSBtCh5VftwTnMaDmg9uhXDjov10aN19g5szb9lxmhrg0zo8o6F2TzqY1JPuOSrT2OxgaVH2lrJQP1koy2siH97uWxlQr3n0/s400/03-08-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446520183165072818" /></a><br /><b>a fine line apparently divides interesting from stultifying</b><br /><br /><b>March 6, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsM3ciYx0uqNwCzNCT2kypcy_0jc75Evj_RP4r12Vw_38coaOpr2_Yxz0TCMPE5vQG4B53h9mhrrTziVFSJTbbZZQbTpFFySxJTrpyhYCtjsApIvpiirD7pTJhC3eulaE14N_MPECkvu1R/s1600-h/03-06-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsM3ciYx0uqNwCzNCT2kypcy_0jc75Evj_RP4r12Vw_38coaOpr2_Yxz0TCMPE5vQG4B53h9mhrrTziVFSJTbbZZQbTpFFySxJTrpyhYCtjsApIvpiirD7pTJhC3eulaE14N_MPECkvu1R/s400/03-06-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446520171384543586" /></a><br /><b>surveillance technology is for the weak</b><br /><br /><b>March 5, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhanhspCVl6ybA9xznkhTtfN4cClU8rPwmr9tWCDH24Y6QLDUTYAKKYJVGCqObZWW7fYpkhgq-vpJmmLlAJ1o8yy9tg9HxIOr1APZKXQnUOzaSr1C9nFZagVYnfxoc7Ho9nsGgqXuVRD9ID/s1600-h/03-05-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhanhspCVl6ybA9xznkhTtfN4cClU8rPwmr9tWCDH24Y6QLDUTYAKKYJVGCqObZWW7fYpkhgq-vpJmmLlAJ1o8yy9tg9HxIOr1APZKXQnUOzaSr1C9nFZagVYnfxoc7Ho9nsGgqXuVRD9ID/s400/03-05-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446520164365803298" /></a><br /><b>shitting on his desk?</b><br /><br /><b>March 4, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6MXBe4iJaXgbixG2zzSU1oA1LRaXftGJgu33F6llKCYHgD3o1Cx6XIrDrw4_vNhowuiOBtQYE8QlW-YJlLoLN4MaaaN0aETtjk4WGDBMGFsOVLl4q4G2F5yeDsan9wfpnz8QFMjYNQ3U9/s1600-h/03-04-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6MXBe4iJaXgbixG2zzSU1oA1LRaXftGJgu33F6llKCYHgD3o1Cx6XIrDrw4_vNhowuiOBtQYE8QlW-YJlLoLN4MaaaN0aETtjk4WGDBMGFsOVLl4q4G2F5yeDsan9wfpnz8QFMjYNQ3U9/s400/03-04-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446520161190216754" /></a><br /><b>massive abscess needs lancing</b><br /><br /><b>March 3, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNa5HRHwGu04iKuqEzqZVTRMvtUeXG9u3w7ooQCzszgPqf3BvVGnCK63cYuGUdKAtv_ByaVLl4Ysf3BzE3LFBKZnQr95w6IipoKKExfAaiYTlG0vytx_DPBq502CPF7cI6SlEDDBpnzKDF/s1600-h/03-03-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNa5HRHwGu04iKuqEzqZVTRMvtUeXG9u3w7ooQCzszgPqf3BvVGnCK63cYuGUdKAtv_ByaVLl4Ysf3BzE3LFBKZnQr95w6IipoKKExfAaiYTlG0vytx_DPBq502CPF7cI6SlEDDBpnzKDF/s400/03-03-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446520152043139554" /></a><br /><b>a love whose name cannot be spoken</b><br /><br /><b>March 2, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyWOX1nwYFjvlg_Y_syVcNs361S1MIk1P5xy4i_DyA-ACtQ1zRlW_oGyUNs0DZqygMSQB1Y1Uoi8R1Nyau_vJ0B6Vr7WfK4c8mWTWMNbKh5jI3OJv-de7_zpFFxKZlXRxx_gNZEyPVrdlg/s1600-h/03-02-10.gif"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zy7lGB4dKIG6DY0_OQqAbt0_eSH6r-1ekIvMp-m8u1vpuKxqE2rsGHTEZielV2xCzEJxm_Qtgq7LmzAH5oHa7FeMxooQmbY3nc_9SvD-Q1Ag7e29g9TGhXSQXoRqEc8MpDlRb3iIXyq5/s400/02-18-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446519174174206578" /></a><br /><b>Charterstone escapee</b><br /><br /><b>February 17, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSyMXoo5lCKRUQR8h1mrK-kGSEJpDIQC6VtZyS6pyDJeu5NDGSuBpdIiKZZu0wxq6E1p07L6linzmKnfSNzmDq_Lvk3k8iHVT_LvaZrQD4B8BakEs6QJauXG2iuY0ACOKeDRC6G7ECNuB/s1600-h/02-17-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSyMXoo5lCKRUQR8h1mrK-kGSEJpDIQC6VtZyS6pyDJeu5NDGSuBpdIiKZZu0wxq6E1p07L6linzmKnfSNzmDq_Lvk3k8iHVT_LvaZrQD4B8BakEs6QJauXG2iuY0ACOKeDRC6G7ECNuB/s400/02-17-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446519153125609938" /></a><br /><b>talented goose</b><br /><br /><b>February 16, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHglT0q3QM7Rw-Fdjq4UNru4GWmH0krxlhHt7LG6XzYVmnDVlWGvhyucmJvmR1-8RJfTpg_xaGX6dq5G3_xa4MFxXJlaYsjWm__VEWFilUK0HahTR16vc9KkAgMAVZzHKaNpLP-yVI-JL/s1600-h/02-16-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHglT0q3QM7Rw-Fdjq4UNru4GWmH0krxlhHt7LG6XzYVmnDVlWGvhyucmJvmR1-8RJfTpg_xaGX6dq5G3_xa4MFxXJlaYsjWm__VEWFilUK0HahTR16vc9KkAgMAVZzHKaNpLP-yVI-JL/s400/02-16-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446519145100835698" /></a><br /><b>Frankenstein shuffleboard sweater</b><br /><br /><b>February 15, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUuQTYHZ16dMTrpAxO9OkgyWHgeloYPE8TleOucqzunaB5zFDHj48Gn0wFIhZj5MXyfZMDnQg0-evuZpbUBssT7M4fK1PDxvmASVE2DKQcsv9Q4Z54zFkiVObtrdmMe_6bLwzroC80ENXl/s1600-h/02-15-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUuQTYHZ16dMTrpAxO9OkgyWHgeloYPE8TleOucqzunaB5zFDHj48Gn0wFIhZj5MXyfZMDnQg0-evuZpbUBssT7M4fK1PDxvmASVE2DKQcsv9Q4Z54zFkiVObtrdmMe_6bLwzroC80ENXl/s400/02-15-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446519129583245186" /></a><br /><b>Stuka ski-boat</b><br /><br /><b>February 13, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSn0OyhYe8BdQ9Um6ZvZH8ZgtXt1A5P25yHPBdWJdbN7WsMz5XpTEUqtDnsr-7O-5ROThWDQ_RucDPyX6x21V7Y-ee5sWa0Bpfj0DVKuuRGrU42FAtk1DOnEHXAGsBVWYYImG1pSPzUNDM/s1600-h/02-13-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSn0OyhYe8BdQ9Um6ZvZH8ZgtXt1A5P25yHPBdWJdbN7WsMz5XpTEUqtDnsr-7O-5ROThWDQ_RucDPyX6x21V7Y-ee5sWa0Bpfj0DVKuuRGrU42FAtk1DOnEHXAGsBVWYYImG1pSPzUNDM/s400/02-13-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446519120342210290" /></a><br /><b>bomber squadron gondola</b><br /><br /><b>February 12, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNI_9B0P8mMKHok-HcYIuEZI-sKjrjnvIyp8IzFjoVbSHy-OeDEPOXa0q5tLKCoZtiZkcXQt3PsPcBXPgiENOlag3aIcYo5b31K88onj8QOmIlJpMU-sJoBZrh3oEhQcXrBVfH3SLgwJ_/s1600-h/02-12-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNI_9B0P8mMKHok-HcYIuEZI-sKjrjnvIyp8IzFjoVbSHy-OeDEPOXa0q5tLKCoZtiZkcXQt3PsPcBXPgiENOlag3aIcYo5b31K88onj8QOmIlJpMU-sJoBZrh3oEhQcXrBVfH3SLgwJ_/s400/02-12-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446518657270219570" /></a><br /><b>post-cornhole sweathog</b><br /><br /><b>February 11, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1IpmtzxJkWS0tm0X5dRjXGvyo2NhmNu-oVrFeU1dRwfpsp7ohoc0P2t2hTRIm-zKS-L-DZ40mdhRq4XA5JRsEa3Q4G2B-YCrmhNHQ-eijvqRBETZhlIKEj6vg4EVERSCYr2ZUsqUnXDD/s1600-h/02-11-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1IpmtzxJkWS0tm0X5dRjXGvyo2NhmNu-oVrFeU1dRwfpsp7ohoc0P2t2hTRIm-zKS-L-DZ40mdhRq4XA5JRsEa3Q4G2B-YCrmhNHQ-eijvqRBETZhlIKEj6vg4EVERSCYr2ZUsqUnXDD/s400/02-11-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446518638326696322" /></a><br /><b>squirrelly mcblowjob</b><br /><br /><b>February 10, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUUyqyhZFdFjzYpbjeeuJPes77MkITk-o6yrWYrFBSBVFlhkYbBetxRdohf2PafreHYmyPg-66VafFPXTjGta1iA1_T7eRaIb_S4MHo6obYoyQf0pIiTbbYZqwFwz_Dm4_20OXoJ_n_0M/s1600-h/02-10-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUUyqyhZFdFjzYpbjeeuJPes77MkITk-o6yrWYrFBSBVFlhkYbBetxRdohf2PafreHYmyPg-66VafFPXTjGta1iA1_T7eRaIb_S4MHo6obYoyQf0pIiTbbYZqwFwz_Dm4_20OXoJ_n_0M/s400/02-10-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446518629412710930" /></a><br /><b>double-jointed humpathon</b><br /><br /><b>February 9, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2jFeyf3VbShj3bFTwHMJmJSofo5f5MejQ-FXmdc6bQx8df8K0vyzqcRoOM2LUHFGalW0KoMZpj1ziAXKjhi8CRj-_FZqOUcYn0_9UbGjtQOz3G0M6jun633Px_t8ULTRkCoEx0r2MWRh/s1600-h/02-09-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2jFeyf3VbShj3bFTwHMJmJSofo5f5MejQ-FXmdc6bQx8df8K0vyzqcRoOM2LUHFGalW0KoMZpj1ziAXKjhi8CRj-_FZqOUcYn0_9UbGjtQOz3G0M6jun633Px_t8ULTRkCoEx0r2MWRh/s400/02-09-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446518621587799154" /></a><br /><b>stoic, bitch slap</b><br /><br /><b>February 8, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniWMgdM8SgSeIltIIOq-7UZClq6Dv5cr37Xu6TrC37UOKSWPHiEZifYN3jy-yQLZitNsFDjXOfhmHIZOSXI7fkZ6tvgt3QcDuhenwIWFgRvIwxvKM7c4fj6mRgyt-S7_3A-fdiCpfXx1P/s1600-h/02-08-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniWMgdM8SgSeIltIIOq-7UZClq6Dv5cr37Xu6TrC37UOKSWPHiEZifYN3jy-yQLZitNsFDjXOfhmHIZOSXI7fkZ6tvgt3QcDuhenwIWFgRvIwxvKM7c4fj6mRgyt-S7_3A-fdiCpfXx1P/s400/02-08-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446518614382872658" /></a><br /><b>banjo, rusty Oldsmobile, broken hip</b>Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-47042771128363301522010-01-14T19:47:00.000-08:002010-01-14T20:21:27.053-08:00The End of an Error<b>January 4, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsot96U0XLe1wMjYAVkNsyP5thSEN8LS-ikcAKvgKv8SSll9tE8Y8gnbKfhr0lCNy0DudzoxbKD8o0zk4KiquViuRM6Wl3RizfyDrpIw7q6VX3GzOAjGI7Q-iO_k6S0pHhvPTIHQlNtNCP/s1600-h/01-04-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsot96U0XLe1wMjYAVkNsyP5thSEN8LS-ikcAKvgKv8SSll9tE8Y8gnbKfhr0lCNy0DudzoxbKD8o0zk4KiquViuRM6Wl3RizfyDrpIw7q6VX3GzOAjGI7Q-iO_k6S0pHhvPTIHQlNtNCP/s400/01-04-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426808644437117554" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Howdy Doody! Damn, we haven't seen him in months!<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>What the fuck is he trying to say? Does anybody talk like that? One typically doesn't modify a positive statement with remorse that something else good happened at the same time. Consider: "I enjoyed our date tonight Denise, but many people survived the Haitian earthquake. Ah yes, if only more of those poverty stricken souls had met their demise the other day. Then I'd really have enjoyed our time together!"<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Cue the canned laughter! And that, my friends, is a cut. Onward and upward, I say. I wonder what the Jackelrod Sphere has in store for us next?<br /><br /><b>January 2, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-oWJMdm8UmF5E6RcKab9kOGe5hE5jlZ7ot1sw65I6QATfwme6InB-qCnNaZIkSoFD6GNpAiFY2UZyAjDrA9ut0S_mwoPDlC0KExJArNF9wNGJR8VZHTWMseaNk59HkB2jJups7niLpnl/s1600-h/01-02-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-oWJMdm8UmF5E6RcKab9kOGe5hE5jlZ7ot1sw65I6QATfwme6InB-qCnNaZIkSoFD6GNpAiFY2UZyAjDrA9ut0S_mwoPDlC0KExJArNF9wNGJR8VZHTWMseaNk59HkB2jJups7niLpnl/s400/01-02-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426808637650324370" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Nope, I guess he wanted to dry hump Mark....who certainly appears to be enjoying it.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>"Just a little fungus, that's all!"<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Very subtle, JS, very subtle indeed. Presumably, this is your way of saving a few panels showing us Rusty lying his fugly little ass off. For that, I thank you.<br /><br /><b>January 1, 2010</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCP5L6pqVekO9uJwDgFsbrejl03FklAxUMnDOkwHHXpCWaYIVrOpLBSZIcsB1JT7gYFgdrTB4aLAX23_CrauB2PTGRU5FfAJQNEM3ubZs5Fv8IrBIiISHVISR37l6rmlXbRJtilaqr168m/s1600-h/01-01-10.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCP5L6pqVekO9uJwDgFsbrejl03FklAxUMnDOkwHHXpCWaYIVrOpLBSZIcsB1JT7gYFgdrTB4aLAX23_CrauB2PTGRU5FfAJQNEM3ubZs5Fv8IrBIiISHVISR37l6rmlXbRJtilaqr168m/s400/01-01-10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426808636198274882" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>B-b-but that's lying!<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Good job Cujo. Knock that dowdy midget over on your way outside to...what...dry hump Rusty?<br /><br /><b>December 31, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkdaDXv_Fy6eVSnYFWwPUMoSIMtAjetGjbiHt2KtkjJWsGOWgv7waMnuSCJ43p2B7Io8u2DNq2NvfjO0SCf4Pl0NrU6f5X0ryIL__SD35kiWUleaiFksUudmW3PzcCkrd4bVDQEiJx1Zn/s1600-h/12-31-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkdaDXv_Fy6eVSnYFWwPUMoSIMtAjetGjbiHt2KtkjJWsGOWgv7waMnuSCJ43p2B7Io8u2DNq2NvfjO0SCf4Pl0NrU6f5X0ryIL__SD35kiWUleaiFksUudmW3PzcCkrd4bVDQEiJx1Zn/s400/12-31-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426808627816572386" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>"Well, sir, he stinks like the business end of a mink and he's got the common sense of a sack of dirty nappies, but otherwise, he'll be fine."<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>I suppose it is pretty cool that Rusty grew a mushroom on his foot.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-9439975640098454472010-01-06T06:06:00.000-08:002010-01-06T06:11:53.926-08:00Congratulations to the Buttockios!I interrupt yet another extended interregnum to congratulate Ace Buttockio and Cherry Merkin on the birth of their baby son, Everhard Buttockio. The newest member of the Buttockio clan can be seen here, a few seconds before Ace wrestled him to the ground to change his diaper:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61gJbgJJ0LsmUqAti5dIIAyCcNA-nDsXoR03uUJh-_0UlYNckqvXZeFDbT09v83GokcE0IY3YR2rQjPJtCf-j8b8Z79VMC9s2765eAZmgPKil86nXL9H9-cRDyqgq5DXzGIP0VED7hGNv/s1600-h/Baby+Buttockio.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61gJbgJJ0LsmUqAti5dIIAyCcNA-nDsXoR03uUJh-_0UlYNckqvXZeFDbT09v83GokcE0IY3YR2rQjPJtCf-j8b8Z79VMC9s2765eAZmgPKil86nXL9H9-cRDyqgq5DXzGIP0VED7hGNv/s400/Baby+Buttockio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423629220198418322" /></a>Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-1119709212913623942009-12-30T08:17:00.000-08:002009-12-30T13:07:35.170-08:00Wishful thinking, indeed.<b>December 30, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiic4Zi2FCCLtmmwtbGV2VndvRwQiFUZ0Z2hQ0-P1DQM1dJ6WtN8MG619ZedjBi5K9606iufoBPia7PWDFvrq4IXB8hoS6zdFArhtWMBGkBoODptDnQscCA11_mZ6O3BHlaXSEBF7Uho-19/s1600-h/12-30-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiic4Zi2FCCLtmmwtbGV2VndvRwQiFUZ0Z2hQ0-P1DQM1dJ6WtN8MG619ZedjBi5K9606iufoBPia7PWDFvrq4IXB8hoS6zdFArhtWMBGkBoODptDnQscCA11_mZ6O3BHlaXSEBF7Uho-19/s400/12-30-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421064321187289426" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>J.W. Pepper: The Sheriff with the Heart O' Gold!<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>And if this were the Twilight Zone, that deer would pop out of the woods, and the Sheriff would swerve off onto the beach to avoid hitting it. Thank goodness it's not and he won't.<br /><br /><b>December 29, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFaRHRyM9BdFUgyEK_nOLIBusuxs7I0aM3I8UeYCE0YW7WSQ_kKbCYjWFRsbGxHymbOtfAnK3r2T4riVBjU1ITsPbyY9esjX2RUtGmnGTRF3Z6AuUloMucmFOczuxSPxNVK1fG85GZtERf/s1600-h/12-29-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFaRHRyM9BdFUgyEK_nOLIBusuxs7I0aM3I8UeYCE0YW7WSQ_kKbCYjWFRsbGxHymbOtfAnK3r2T4riVBjU1ITsPbyY9esjX2RUtGmnGTRF3Z6AuUloMucmFOczuxSPxNVK1fG85GZtERf/s400/12-29-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421064261520056114" /></a><br /><b>Panel Zero:</b>Boring denouement: Mark saves "a boy," Sheriff recognizes his error, Sheriff makes amends to Mark. <br /><br />Wishful thinking denouement: Ditto the above. Sheriff gives his gun to Mark, who uses it to blast a hole the size of a buttermilk pancake in the hyena-pig who, if you will recall, was the cause of all this ruckus.<br /><br /><b>December 28, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDp8Ocw3vNbhStqhQoOHucXayM_I6R9E-tfKPu4o_MGif0GLAOL4O5FEWaWDlJckFsJD-RwXkpvAUs0DM8v2BgC5Iw92iW1eE1HZ2PwWd0QroeBqg3Xv5_41vVi35Igw9KcaeJMpk-Epm0/s1600-h/12-28-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDp8Ocw3vNbhStqhQoOHucXayM_I6R9E-tfKPu4o_MGif0GLAOL4O5FEWaWDlJckFsJD-RwXkpvAUs0DM8v2BgC5Iw92iW1eE1HZ2PwWd0QroeBqg3Xv5_41vVi35Igw9KcaeJMpk-Epm0/s400/12-28-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421064255646554050" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Um, total disconnect here. On Saturday, Mark had the jack and it's handle out of the trunk. On Monday, Mark is reaching into the trunk to retrieve the jack and it's handle. This disconnect is only amplified by the fact that Sheriff Pepper is forcefully repeating his command.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>So. Fucking. Awesome. Rusty's floating head. I wish I had photoshop. I would start putting this in every panel.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Yes, indeed. While that sand was troublesome before, I'm sure it will have firmed up quite nicely under the flowing tide.<br /><br /><b>December 26, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpYT6SF5a2qLnRbzEY4HQciHo-8cJCKegBJF-2_cHc8_XWn_NM8u8s8TVBEQ89ttwNrDfNr_WnZ3iDfLxHpttBxOeADJddB7WT7pwO10C-x16mSXtBb2isIn7C7XZHpjuCU5_oQUA0-FF/s1600-h/12-26-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpYT6SF5a2qLnRbzEY4HQciHo-8cJCKegBJF-2_cHc8_XWn_NM8u8s8TVBEQ89ttwNrDfNr_WnZ3iDfLxHpttBxOeADJddB7WT7pwO10C-x16mSXtBb2isIn7C7XZHpjuCU5_oQUA0-FF/s400/12-26-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421064248799653298" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Don't worry, Mark. If you wash the car right away, you should avoid any rust problems. <br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Wow. Kudos to the JS. Mark's face actually matches both his words and the context. I almost feel a twinge at the prospect of Rusty's apparent demise.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Fortunately for my self-respect, we're given this panel in which we're forced to confront the ridiculous notion that the J.W. Pepper is still operating under the misconception that Mark Trail is a citified faggot looking to steal a carjack to sell for an eight-ball and a couple doses of Viagra.<br /><br /><b>December 25, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zi2-dc2xu2WNnhAudrYgg9acf63w_ClsgEpzJLGYpnTlHRNcOAmussyiXUa2apEWvHa3XV8Fg-MfFTOGk_cyEx7L2On8nTEkW_DrHBRL79abuD6jQubJJG-4og36botGApNO0GXInueV/s1600-h/12-25-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zi2-dc2xu2WNnhAudrYgg9acf63w_ClsgEpzJLGYpnTlHRNcOAmussyiXUa2apEWvHa3XV8Fg-MfFTOGk_cyEx7L2On8nTEkW_DrHBRL79abuD6jQubJJG-4og36botGApNO0GXInueV/s400/12-25-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421064240127882658" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Presumably, if a deer leaps out in front of him this time, he'll plow the bastard over.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Step on the gas, then, motherfucker.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Ditto.<br /><br /><b>December 24, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_h5SZR-TNqcIY29kiHEqt6NnL80h3hvKzA-BXvHlh0-uVg0DwF8htKS4-3Cuvlo3heCs7osyuPjAD19q2AfzJYzFvEXLK3LPD5oAdrfPjZ2QpSrS4Wk29Cqv8wETHWD5Upsg6s6LflbI/s1600-h/12-24-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_h5SZR-TNqcIY29kiHEqt6NnL80h3hvKzA-BXvHlh0-uVg0DwF8htKS4-3Cuvlo3heCs7osyuPjAD19q2AfzJYzFvEXLK3LPD5oAdrfPjZ2QpSrS4Wk29Cqv8wETHWD5Upsg6s6LflbI/s400/12-24-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421064235713723298" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Judging from the misshapen bulges in J.W. Pepper's pants, I'm thinking the man is wearing a Depends undergarment. And look at that hairline. I wonder how Mark feels about socking a man who is well past the age at which he gets 20% off at Luby's?<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>The Jackelrod Sphere strives for pathos.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>But, with water that is only 3" deep (i.e., knee-deep on the hyena-pig), achieves only bathos.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-57336701532064749772009-12-30T07:53:00.001-08:002009-12-30T08:17:13.429-08:00365 Days of Mark TrailI just want to note (in an egregiously belated fashion) that this is the 365th (or is it 366th?) Mark Trail that I have commented on. While I may have done it late; while I may have done it in short, terse and unfunny sentences; I have now managed to address every single Mark Trail published since December 23, 2008. And you, my loyal readers, have suffered every step of the way. For that, I salute you!<br /><br /><b>December 23, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Kaehzda5OJn-auhnkLwjSS5bK-EUwQqU608onnz3TRu2qAY9fB8wtiBI4VbY1Ey9ppa9MIfkIcZXSZoKDQ-9grVWmHnH5WyJKx2-18a2UzbwxBMFfx44832xlR7qdmdWK1GgI8btCawx/s1600-h/12-23-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Kaehzda5OJn-auhnkLwjSS5bK-EUwQqU608onnz3TRu2qAY9fB8wtiBI4VbY1Ey9ppa9MIfkIcZXSZoKDQ-9grVWmHnH5WyJKx2-18a2UzbwxBMFfx44832xlR7qdmdWK1GgI8btCawx/s400/12-23-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421057873410986354" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Silly sheriff. You really ought to be keeping your eyes on Mark's hands.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>I mean, look. He's holding a phone right now!<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>But not now? Who cares! Look at the power! With one roundhouse, Mark is able to knock the hat off J.W. Peppers head, the tie off his gut, and the keys out of his hand. That, my friends, is the sort of fist-work we've been waiting for all year! I find this a fitting tribute by the Jackelrod Sphere to my year of service.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-47351520753391708282009-12-30T07:20:00.000-08:002009-12-30T13:09:10.579-08:00Jury trial. What's that?<b>December 22, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPm_4Jlg-2KYJMawm28fqrVH5N-aSYNS_RuqNKJcK2OtMk0q9EIqHI4maXGy5qcHER3VJXe0BXaSIYweFCYVrmpDWItzYzqFtNeVIejuji1QHF7V9oeNxyTeVI1l9WtsvKs69YY5TFnarX/s1600-h/12-22-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPm_4Jlg-2KYJMawm28fqrVH5N-aSYNS_RuqNKJcK2OtMk0q9EIqHI4maXGy5qcHER3VJXe0BXaSIYweFCYVrmpDWItzYzqFtNeVIejuji1QHF7V9oeNxyTeVI1l9WtsvKs69YY5TFnarX/s400/12-22-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421049840090202930" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Mark seems uncertain as to the scope of his constitutional rights (state and/or federal).<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>So does Sheriff Pepper. Yet, surprisingly enough, he decides to err on the side of an expansive reading of the 6th Amendment's right to "Assistance of Counsel."<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>I take it that the Sheriff is unfamiliar with the Right Fist o' Justice.<br /><br /><b>December 21, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_dQhIru2soQ4Nfb1ifeipWPUBMMhhofeVsbGYHlpJxzPS15gYphkWIxyp3Ke3H712eB1kbqe2nhvRk4MMvZXIYR870jzYWeaPjyryFsB85udKxRFJ1zmG_yOqQg5LkF79HFyq-SPTclc/s1600-h/12-21-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_dQhIru2soQ4Nfb1ifeipWPUBMMhhofeVsbGYHlpJxzPS15gYphkWIxyp3Ke3H712eB1kbqe2nhvRk4MMvZXIYR870jzYWeaPjyryFsB85udKxRFJ1zmG_yOqQg5LkF79HFyq-SPTclc/s400/12-21-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421049840116485634" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Now this is some serious frontier justice. The judge doesn't just decide whether Mark should be offered bail pending a jury trial for felony burglary, he actually decides the entire case. I wonder what his name is? Roy Bean?<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>The tide remains active.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>"Usually it's just one of my many cousins looking for ephedrine."<br /><br /><b>December 19, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE70e5WdNHiA-MpfvzTF0PPRyKedxnUWRxzppOxS0KFclyqXJXiens6-IrJQeq7Kp-ji9tVbIXbl1b2h0KZkk8d8-pPEivvvZIp9CdacPF4_wND3hbn7Bu0x7VQGE3rdBm1M0Zr7asPjLv/s1600-h/12-19-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE70e5WdNHiA-MpfvzTF0PPRyKedxnUWRxzppOxS0KFclyqXJXiens6-IrJQeq7Kp-ji9tVbIXbl1b2h0KZkk8d8-pPEivvvZIp9CdacPF4_wND3hbn7Bu0x7VQGE3rdBm1M0Zr7asPjLv/s400/12-19-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421049832763256754" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Please note that Rusty is not "my son" to Mark, but instead "a boy." This might explain a lot. It also probably explains why Mark's panicked pleading does nothing to thaw the congealed bacon fat that constitutes Sheriff Pepper's cold, cold heart. <br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Interestingly (to me), Mark is affected by the essentially agent-less passive voice, while Rusty is affected by the active voice of Nature. I wonder why. <br /><br /><b>December 18, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiym9q6Rq3d9qcXIKvp-BoMmANPHIz1HN5ANd3NJFAqSQYiZ0tqWQjoivaXRDh60QMy-yr6uBsd-DH_43BevlB1J208bSuEzr5WrdppVwVa_DCmeSLg-zrbScMYSPFOIqQGJwoIW2Qz66-G/s1600-h/12-18-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiym9q6Rq3d9qcXIKvp-BoMmANPHIz1HN5ANd3NJFAqSQYiZ0tqWQjoivaXRDh60QMy-yr6uBsd-DH_43BevlB1J208bSuEzr5WrdppVwVa_DCmeSLg-zrbScMYSPFOIqQGJwoIW2Qz66-G/s400/12-18-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421049828546935970" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Ahhhhh, Mark gets a little taste of the moral certitude he's usually so quick to dispense.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>And, apparently, it doesn't taste good.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Unless your name is Sheriff J.W. Pepper!<br /><br /><b>December 17, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxPPXma5_v0VAiBEN_5tsbWvaKE1Tt1MqP-rbx0kvyY1E6O0Gg30CST6OlIum6AXNFd7NEMmaGZ8Ryy8hdFg5xxNexPnsR3wX_N-2bCURy0Z7EgU_TmCSdQJU4yxiCebpDV9J-IADXp3g/s1600-h/12-17-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxPPXma5_v0VAiBEN_5tsbWvaKE1Tt1MqP-rbx0kvyY1E6O0Gg30CST6OlIum6AXNFd7NEMmaGZ8Ryy8hdFg5xxNexPnsR3wX_N-2bCURy0Z7EgU_TmCSdQJU4yxiCebpDV9J-IADXp3g/s400/12-17-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421049824338730018" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Ooh, inbred AND venal. This, my friends, is my kind of Mark Trail villain. <br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Is it me, or does it look like Mark's hand is creeping across the floor (a la the Evil Dead) and preparing to throttle him?<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>I do so enjoy Sheriff Pepper's condescending use of the word "boy."Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-16949593893307940232009-12-16T10:20:00.000-08:002009-12-16T15:03:09.470-08:00The Newest Gimp<b>December 16, 2009</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRG0CM2Ax4qlLBxNv8les3zKj8XZYSftrHoQ-zVuvOxzmMigVTXHdNrULZwTzE-3daYbuiNAyvanEiB_jkIu02WkuInLrIHz7VChWgikIRpmPXXMeFFLB9DjA4_0teRngrpDAzLU9KE9h/s1600-h/12-16-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRG0CM2Ax4qlLBxNv8les3zKj8XZYSftrHoQ-zVuvOxzmMigVTXHdNrULZwTzE-3daYbuiNAyvanEiB_jkIu02WkuInLrIHz7VChWgikIRpmPXXMeFFLB9DjA4_0teRngrpDAzLU9KE9h/s400/12-16-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415900897073754834" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Uh-oh, I just realized that Rosco Hogg there has sideburns. I'm thinking Mark's in a heap o' trouble now! And what's with the handcuffs? If the Jackelrod Sphere has read his Chekhov, we're going to bear witness to something unspeakable in the third act...<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>"...with his pants around his ankles and a rubber ball in his mouth."<br /><br /><b>December 15, 2009</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7bH7Ft4gmUjSlvpA0c5OLjomula08s4-_8QnFTvpmRjqMvaBxSAJ26T76XLsTsg3npPbAkVyh-yRX7OUiLAf4WgPKLPdpl29ItdAgAG9YYwMdvkibRjtZRVLQYUFmkTCLYccRyXK3u__/s1600-h/12-15-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7bH7Ft4gmUjSlvpA0c5OLjomula08s4-_8QnFTvpmRjqMvaBxSAJ26T76XLsTsg3npPbAkVyh-yRX7OUiLAf4WgPKLPdpl29ItdAgAG9YYwMdvkibRjtZRVLQYUFmkTCLYccRyXK3u__/s400/12-15-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415900893448984594" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>I'll be goddamned! If it isn't <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_James_Bond_allies_in_Live_and_Let_Die#Sheriff_J.W._Pepper">Sheriff J.W. Pepper</a>!<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Clobbered him? Hell man, you super-duper clobbered him with a side of special sauce!<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>From this angle, our atavistic southern sheriff looks more like a misbegotten love-child of Rosco P. Coltrane and Boss Hogg than J.W. Pepper.<br /><br /><b>December 14, 2009</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCo53TWzTVhKPZQdhevlXLWPumRG0QHJtQke39oSJaoe1hRu1cRs9nd-F7-SVzeYLBlRvnyUTRi7kcrex2NwqAZL8YgZO3auGFyKAeweRUsNyCWfQjMUUVmfdqCZr87EasI2ORdDSuAY2/s1600-h/12-14-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCo53TWzTVhKPZQdhevlXLWPumRG0QHJtQke39oSJaoe1hRu1cRs9nd-F7-SVzeYLBlRvnyUTRi7kcrex2NwqAZL8YgZO3auGFyKAeweRUsNyCWfQjMUUVmfdqCZr87EasI2ORdDSuAY2/s400/12-14-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415900888510966850" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>All the more reason to have broken the small window.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Really? I thought Rusty's life as at stake. Tee hee. Get it. Boy's life. Rusty's life. Distinction...oh, never mind.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Wow, this is a little disconcerting. I like the violence and all, but whaling away at someone's head with a 2-pound monkey wrench is pretty serious stuff. Of course, given that Mark isn't bleeding (As an aside: How cool would it be if the JS broke the fourth wall, installed a window and speckled it with Mark's blood and brain tissue?), perhaps our anonymous assailant here is using an aluminum wrench.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-11285737827818151052009-12-15T14:21:00.000-08:002009-12-15T15:29:14.214-08:00Give me convenience, or give me death.<b>December 12, 2009</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqdgay9I2-YU9NWYlKCgArylpYLWxic-uJs9_-vj6pfaMK6sWadqXkxUtetjza1_Elzc4LtLWU5Z_O7-DcYH6ygmh1O-GZIVVfmjNahWex9xGC7f7KT5_vFweZQcQxQ-sFugClUnS00mV/s1600-h/12-12-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqdgay9I2-YU9NWYlKCgArylpYLWxic-uJs9_-vj6pfaMK6sWadqXkxUtetjza1_Elzc4LtLWU5Z_O7-DcYH6ygmh1O-GZIVVfmjNahWex9xGC7f7KT5_vFweZQcQxQ-sFugClUnS00mV/s400/12-12-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415603908896849826" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>I like how Mark works. Don't break the glass in the door. Pick the biggest window in the joint and toss a giant D-cell battery through it. Very cool.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Now he's looking properly panicked.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnCZxLvYXI8">How convenient</a>!<br /><br /><b>December 11, 2009</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdOR12pDsqD_2-TqAPlRnJoHTorYJoCuvi_u8lgv0p_HMWzJpX_fBXguUvah9UNj4yhRyYt_lXNKXZJRRYhbE30NZ6C3SPG3c1LANs5Nh7KVMPSUWv2qzZ40Xof5IviyDe52xuCOIlf3R/s1600-h/12-11-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdOR12pDsqD_2-TqAPlRnJoHTorYJoCuvi_u8lgv0p_HMWzJpX_fBXguUvah9UNj4yhRyYt_lXNKXZJRRYhbE30NZ6C3SPG3c1LANs5Nh7KVMPSUWv2qzZ40Xof5IviyDe52xuCOIlf3R/s400/12-11-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415603903195279986" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>What, was Mark hired by the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZlBUglE6Hc">Ministry of Silly Walks</a>?<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Oh noes!<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>I really ought to add this to my list of applicable laws in teh Trailosphere: Trespassing is okay if the place is old.<br /><br /><b>December 10, 2009</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FbdVhKZMD3LZDLbbivk6kBJT0uoZPM9mBjeIreCpHo3NLQ_tq-_dVntB0cJUubvePEZ_9dW3LQ-KHfUep04c3g2MkfUhfPMbXbhWaFxkyXrSTrkGg9TJAFQsf70-rx6Tst8BRu1bCH4w/s1600-h/12-10-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FbdVhKZMD3LZDLbbivk6kBJT0uoZPM9mBjeIreCpHo3NLQ_tq-_dVntB0cJUubvePEZ_9dW3LQ-KHfUep04c3g2MkfUhfPMbXbhWaFxkyXrSTrkGg9TJAFQsf70-rx6Tst8BRu1bCH4w/s400/12-10-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415603687428193250" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Does the hyena-pig look worried or guilty? I don't think so.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>If we're fortunate, Rusty will be playing the role of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Pony">Gabilan</a>, Mark will be playing the role of Jody Tiflin, and the pelicans will be playing the role of the vultures in this little drama.<br /><br /><b>December 9, 2009</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnNKLLQdzA1eU4okBJwmNJZWKeYxQ8i54RWWpPLr9i4FTyjm9VwBK9Jr11aA6y8_bLYEVpgzay7GwB4QrqjcR_fNNrDxa18Jv6J_bR7ZrJdPqt0p9M1E0b_6KLvC4mFy4qamL5dGKC1c-C/s1600-h/12-9-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnNKLLQdzA1eU4okBJwmNJZWKeYxQ8i54RWWpPLr9i4FTyjm9VwBK9Jr11aA6y8_bLYEVpgzay7GwB4QrqjcR_fNNrDxa18Jv6J_bR7ZrJdPqt0p9M1E0b_6KLvC4mFy4qamL5dGKC1c-C/s400/12-9-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415603683267510530" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>I really shouldn't laugh as hard as I am right now when faced with Rusty's tear-stained face. Clearly, I'm a heartless bastard.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Well, that'll make the sawing easier.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b><b>Awesome!</b> Slow drowning! Now that's a demise I can get behind.<br /><br /><b>December 8, 2009</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71_VrCXhK3iqWNcT_v7pQthFGMh1ZpitefNEBcRWU0Mip7Wyd7HZXrLLVF7f6K0f97oXORVZADwg7cILPN6y63ghIPimyAiu2BPmA2eoXEK3Sp3pUn0SiqJCxAFv-rZgGbjXYQ8KHYtoe/s1600-h/12-08-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71_VrCXhK3iqWNcT_v7pQthFGMh1ZpitefNEBcRWU0Mip7Wyd7HZXrLLVF7f6K0f97oXORVZADwg7cILPN6y63ghIPimyAiu2BPmA2eoXEK3Sp3pUn0SiqJCxAFv-rZgGbjXYQ8KHYtoe/s400/12-08-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415603681608747314" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Mmm...yes. Somehow. Sheer laziness on the part of the Jackelrod Sphere, that's how.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Look, Mark. If Rusty's leg doesn't hurt that much, it means the leg isn't bearing the weight of the car. Which means that the hub/brake assembly is bearing the car's weight. Thus, if you want to free Rusty's leg, let the hub/brake assembly rest in the sand and dig out around Rusty's leg. Dumbass.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Saw it off!<br /><br /><b>December 7, 2009</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRH0ZbWr0VJrL9B1PpjKQNjcdC06OyLY1WSOTt0cM59A0re3Xli9ra1btxO17BypBAsttYG3Jq4Qd2y0cbZZH6lamcRe-vXiwvg-LfjvvY2vTEvzjrkJbfEGGH4RVg_kYIAQNFSJDYevg9/s1600-h/12-7-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRH0ZbWr0VJrL9B1PpjKQNjcdC06OyLY1WSOTt0cM59A0re3Xli9ra1btxO17BypBAsttYG3Jq4Qd2y0cbZZH6lamcRe-vXiwvg-LfjvvY2vTEvzjrkJbfEGGH4RVg_kYIAQNFSJDYevg9/s400/12-7-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415603676336741394" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Plausible.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Plausible.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Totally fucking implausible.<br /><br /><b>December 5, 2009</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiN-Fjo1tMSXNTjc0yEZXK4ythAi2migjOyef6CcQlzMslSNbNyo6ytT8LnWiGgDfgaW7burgPqXnYKIyLvxMAHQR25kqyb7nOofefKPW8nONJugE6gpbr2PpKwnmTLQY59B6GzvoGQNkB/s1600-h/12-5-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiN-Fjo1tMSXNTjc0yEZXK4ythAi2migjOyef6CcQlzMslSNbNyo6ytT8LnWiGgDfgaW7burgPqXnYKIyLvxMAHQR25kqyb7nOofefKPW8nONJugE6gpbr2PpKwnmTLQY59B6GzvoGQNkB/s400/12-5-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415603670023084658" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Riiiiiight.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>That Rusty, he's a fast little fucker. Note that yesterday, he was crawling under the right side of the car when the hyena-pig knocked into the jack. Today, he's fleeing out from under the back of the car. Shame he didn't use that uncanny speed just to back out from the side of the car.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>On November 30, Mark was stricken with horror at the thought of running over a deer. Today, his only son is getting crushed by a car, and he looks...I don't know...concerned.<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZlBUglE6Hc"></a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZlBUglE6Hc"></a>Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-59271245859267444532009-12-04T08:13:00.000-08:002009-12-04T13:21:21.192-08:00Please crush them both.<b>December 4, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHfPLwqaSs2TXCqBGjSI5LaNwX4CB2vlXo_nnq3Mk8BVWqXhGednBNkyrywiqqumW6ZvlPYEzViejZpvm1tVAy7f7XVlT8M2BEM1uVQrtRiB5tsvFOA5sl2tfAcqWt4jyD_qm9cxVU6TCx/s1600-h/12-4-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHfPLwqaSs2TXCqBGjSI5LaNwX4CB2vlXo_nnq3Mk8BVWqXhGednBNkyrywiqqumW6ZvlPYEzViejZpvm1tVAy7f7XVlT8M2BEM1uVQrtRiB5tsvFOA5sl2tfAcqWt4jyD_qm9cxVU6TCx/s400/12-4-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411415126238956146" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Mark, that's why you should always block your wheels when you jack your car up: the jack isn't going to tilt if the car can't move.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>That boy just isn't very smart.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Really? A 3-pound dog is going to knock over a car jack that, no matter how unstable, is being pushed into the earth by a 3,000 pound car? Color me skeptical.<br /><br /><b>December 3, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjn_HvtvxqosjU79Sk5nyJOZiYLQJnJA_HHG_qCYdsO57tginOGgnbUfV2Dc29xCfXwHv24Sc1zZ6u4h9m7y4CX6FrgWY8MPNW_BnNSiOowDko083TG_xFFe1n6v6qRRWbkT-xlDOJOVr/s1600-h/12-3-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjn_HvtvxqosjU79Sk5nyJOZiYLQJnJA_HHG_qCYdsO57tginOGgnbUfV2Dc29xCfXwHv24Sc1zZ6u4h9m7y4CX6FrgWY8MPNW_BnNSiOowDko083TG_xFFe1n6v6qRRWbkT-xlDOJOVr/s400/12-3-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411415122278539122" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Nice to see that Mark's jack is as antiquated as his car.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>That dog just isn't very smart.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-62502171314940536792009-12-02T08:40:00.000-08:002009-12-02T09:05:54.545-08:00Just kidding, this is only the beginning.<b>December 2, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDvj-BTRnfzwYPOIpjVqsfpK_WoCjksPXXTwZueBp-A3KYp9iqwZZAn2qLrAm2rJy-ReVU5EQijwv3Oq5xTm8u2lIPeIXeqT3S3qKl-7LQG3Nh0bRQ7dI5HyrlXRRNvPSt2V3bWF2sexw/s1600-h/12-2-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDvj-BTRnfzwYPOIpjVqsfpK_WoCjksPXXTwZueBp-A3KYp9iqwZZAn2qLrAm2rJy-ReVU5EQijwv3Oq5xTm8u2lIPeIXeqT3S3qKl-7LQG3Nh0bRQ7dI5HyrlXRRNvPSt2V3bWF2sexw/s400/12-2-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410680048731650978" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>I take it back, it's clear that Mark does not drive a 1967 AMC Ambassador, because the Ambassador had round headlamps. Upon further reflection, I have concluded that Mark's beach buggy is, in fact, a <a href="http://www.stationwagon.com/gallery/1980_Ford_Fairmont.html">1980 Ford Fairmont</a>.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>You know what's even more amazing, Rusty? The fact that just a few seconds ago, you were driving along the beach with the trees on your right and the ocean on your left. Now, the ocean is on your right and the trees on the left.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>And you know what's even more amazing than that? Now the ocean is on your left, again. That's one sneaky fucking ocean, flitting back and forth like a butterfly on meth. <br /><br /><b>December 1, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ55E1kx-BBadRxEEXK-D_YtsK9Q2eK-6KeovDr8Lo8FmtUFQg12jd3iOelq6JoeZ2x_-GL_f8Pynz5WM0cY6E5YQ5_Er7HAaRmcYbt_xo7Fi-tadIrPhEWxF3fwaqHqJRPji0qGSKESIX/s1600-h/12-1-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ55E1kx-BBadRxEEXK-D_YtsK9Q2eK-6KeovDr8Lo8FmtUFQg12jd3iOelq6JoeZ2x_-GL_f8Pynz5WM0cY6E5YQ5_Er7HAaRmcYbt_xo7Fi-tadIrPhEWxF3fwaqHqJRPji0qGSKESIX/s400/12-1-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410680043634976770" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>A deer? That's it? And this deer isn't even particularly big. C'mon already. Mark's <a href="http://www.stationwagon.com/gallery/1967_AMC_Ambassador_990.html">1967 AMC Ambassador</a> would make mincemeat out of the poor thing without risk of injury to the passengers.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>You know Mark, if you're going to swerve to avoid hitting a deer which, I'll submit, is generally a good idea, you probably should avoid swerving toward a cliff.<br /><br /><b>November 30, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-jLeynM_ThwDlV9I4Qvg4FxSXZyE-qHlw9y-4MGXIaBp3JCXPjct5iTxXwCodq4XdCgNLxrGYkDQCnWJfldonryQRxu8E2zivm4d6qeQ2mkllkwukLFjXW5BbhyphenhyphenEp-1sXCTipNUqnHEp/s1600-h/11-30-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-jLeynM_ThwDlV9I4Qvg4FxSXZyE-qHlw9y-4MGXIaBp3JCXPjct5iTxXwCodq4XdCgNLxrGYkDQCnWJfldonryQRxu8E2zivm4d6qeQ2mkllkwukLFjXW5BbhyphenhyphenEp-1sXCTipNUqnHEp/s400/11-30-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410680042750656162" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Is Rusty so sheltered as to have reached his early adolescence without ever having seen the ocean before? And if that's the case, why not stop and let the unfortunate little fucker out of the car to actually try walking on the beach? <br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Christ, that's quite the look of horror. I assume Mark is about to pulverize a stroller full of infants, or possibly plow into a bevy of nuns who have wandered into the road.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-76485460252458242372009-11-23T06:58:00.000-08:002009-12-02T08:39:32.703-08:00This is the end.<b>November 28, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYY1nJMndUgX6F90-gAQr8FeLuRietHXxdsydLzizxyWfA9SfUkIebLTRTItbDk7tny9ZQdIqDL4pmIIlu2UmpanIdtyKmDmhJvNaQrQY3laM_kqiwt_Ltpruq-bYywkmXoMl1Kzg7-Hs5/s1600-h/11-28-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYY1nJMndUgX6F90-gAQr8FeLuRietHXxdsydLzizxyWfA9SfUkIebLTRTItbDk7tny9ZQdIqDL4pmIIlu2UmpanIdtyKmDmhJvNaQrQY3laM_kqiwt_Ltpruq-bYywkmXoMl1Kzg7-Hs5/s400/11-28-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410660183019711474" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>I agree with Rusty, this story arc was basically unbelievable.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>No way, you're just a fucking pelican and, moreover, you don't even know where Cherry lives...do you?<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>The hyena-pig is looking almost dog-like in this panel. It's uncanny, and I find it vaguely unsettling.<br /><br /><b>November 27, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCGbjfLNy8gv8MfWYS24rq1XpQzlRU9ftbbjCUZeZ7PSs4-iILfD1LerrGSuI2Zfc2A0ZQlrACo2FLrjTw-5sapjXJ6ab8K1KIcRMazvnUt0FMEEKKVvx16wbIEkxLMTsC14IS_nMZOyc/s1600-h/11-27-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCGbjfLNy8gv8MfWYS24rq1XpQzlRU9ftbbjCUZeZ7PSs4-iILfD1LerrGSuI2Zfc2A0ZQlrACo2FLrjTw-5sapjXJ6ab8K1KIcRMazvnUt0FMEEKKVvx16wbIEkxLMTsC14IS_nMZOyc/s400/11-27-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410660179464816818" /></a><br /><b>Panel Zero:</b>In terms of advancing a story line or even closing this one off, this entire strip is a FAIL.<br /><br /><b>November 26, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JXv8DGALlbkfoYNGByiTZq_nrwD75MKFbVk96_0WS4ABvdQP2ztcb455TlQAAiRwqYVaQAtDCvHn7BEzTlZYlJ3No4NyAOkMT1-rBkcQwSH2853uI6n-Q8MQkhUM7akWVnHJBOvawe1j/s1600-h/11-26-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JXv8DGALlbkfoYNGByiTZq_nrwD75MKFbVk96_0WS4ABvdQP2ztcb455TlQAAiRwqYVaQAtDCvHn7BEzTlZYlJ3No4NyAOkMT1-rBkcQwSH2853uI6n-Q8MQkhUM7akWVnHJBOvawe1j/s400/11-26-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410660175591536418" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Um...you know, Seth, game wardens don't make prosecutorial decisions; that's left up to local DAs and the like. But hey, if you want to not report Bob's case to the DA's office for prosecution, that's certainly your decision.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Well isn't that handy! A job opening for a man with a clean criminal record! And on a purely semantic note, wouldn't that be "on the right side of the law"?<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Given Bob's excitement to become a government employee, I guess we can safely conclude that he's not related to <b>this</b> <a href="http://bobjackson.org/default.aspx">Bob Jackson</a>!<br /><br /><b>November 25, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDC1S8LMjVOMjsXyoYE5Ies-MEqoi4-F6HLq5dbdvN67MbYvyHooKIUSLMVFqdYO11FWd8f_QTMRK-rHLKGvIqD5KDNIqEXf9_CDjkLUHneR9jZBsUhEsP-xwAy-QcpB0a_c8ccXmUCjuV/s1600-h/11-25-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDC1S8LMjVOMjsXyoYE5Ies-MEqoi4-F6HLq5dbdvN67MbYvyHooKIUSLMVFqdYO11FWd8f_QTMRK-rHLKGvIqD5KDNIqEXf9_CDjkLUHneR9jZBsUhEsP-xwAy-QcpB0a_c8ccXmUCjuV/s400/11-25-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410660172696373554" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Who knew that Seth Rogen moonlighted as a game warden?<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>"It's been a long-time since I beat up some long-hairs!"<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Is it me, or does Bob's head look like it's shrinking?<br /><br /><b>November 24, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7ZZQt3PBNp1KmrhmJsANGxyl7_USDot4f_ePjYgKqTvR6wTZrDvKC5ysH1PAsDmGXlbngIghyphenhyphenecE-1BZktFywVoJNgT-87XAjEIzl2bguVYzGmgKCv2xMRYK-Jg0t7japH4AOf1-pGsZ/s1600-h/11-24-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7ZZQt3PBNp1KmrhmJsANGxyl7_USDot4f_ePjYgKqTvR6wTZrDvKC5ysH1PAsDmGXlbngIghyphenhyphenecE-1BZktFywVoJNgT-87XAjEIzl2bguVYzGmgKCv2xMRYK-Jg0t7japH4AOf1-pGsZ/s400/11-24-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410660169223647282" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Lame! Poaching to feed your family is fine with me. But poaching to make money to feed your family? WTF? Just shoot a fucking deer and eat it already. Lord, what a douche.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>That Bob, he's a real stand-up guy.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>"You're going to have to kill him!"<br /><br /><b>November 23, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6fba187D4mZHcJ8z107AcWCOtHhhcIGUg36Ld5EjkKLop9o6GCbBQqhwGHpk8fK_d5xkveaKIyLkZLDnV97kefKevHuS4PeP0BA1UdjUYP25R2GEfv7a0IRJxbYk2o1gCU6Cc-0KFfx_E/s1600/11-23-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6fba187D4mZHcJ8z107AcWCOtHhhcIGUg36Ld5EjkKLop9o6GCbBQqhwGHpk8fK_d5xkveaKIyLkZLDnV97kefKevHuS4PeP0BA1UdjUYP25R2GEfv7a0IRJxbYk2o1gCU6Cc-0KFfx_E/s400/11-23-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407313647366023938" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Did you ever see the T.J. Hooker episode in which Officer Romano was ribbing T.J. for not exercising? In the final scene, T.J. and Romano are forced to chase a bad guy through a park and, miracle of miracles, the husky T.J. (played, of course, by William Shatner) is able to outrun both the young, vigorous Romano AND the bad guys. The lesson, I think, was that donuts make you fast. Today's picture shows us the obvious corollary to the T.J. Hooker lesson: "Sideburns make you slow." So boys, when you grow up, eat lots of donuts and shave regularly and you, too, will be as cool as T.J. Hooker and Mark Trail.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>"Mind you, alligators are a different story."<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>"It all started when Mr. Longburns held a gun to my head and forced me to get in his boat."Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-2913800737304161262009-11-20T10:28:00.000-08:002009-11-23T06:58:21.961-08:00Ass-kicking Klatsch<b>November 21, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz30wDohiypTJMzfR7HwZJEJ75l_nOuJ5b5TQl84ss6PoAq6j0HroWzaYvl15-Z8m1kdsLyMJAGw7GDq81hi2eMZ6swSTR65hHRgfyLYmObp3FGdE6UqkwISkdPnn-M8Op3HqrmA1jtHqm/s1600/11-21-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz30wDohiypTJMzfR7HwZJEJ75l_nOuJ5b5TQl84ss6PoAq6j0HroWzaYvl15-Z8m1kdsLyMJAGw7GDq81hi2eMZ6swSTR65hHRgfyLYmObp3FGdE6UqkwISkdPnn-M8Op3HqrmA1jtHqm/s400/11-21-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406665045093294050" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>And what better way is there to renounce a criminal conspiracy than to kick your co-conspirators in the face while swinging from a low-hanging branch and renouncing the crime of poachi...wait...what's that Bob? You're not a pet killer? No mention of alligators, poaching, anything? Sucks for you, Bob, because that's not going to cut it in state court. Fortunately for you, Mark Trail is as ignorant of the law as he is the inside of Cherry's trousers, so you should be okay in the short-term....<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>You know, I think I prefer my action scenes with a little less dialogue.<br /><br /><b>November 20, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNxZwdEodK_xddd3xv-O3XhbNAjG3Z2uRLx2OHtcBAlaO1QPMJ5lzLeO8w97PplJEgs-BbjCWskaFpJnV0IxeR0qxW7ddvQMch9rIUaesbLDg5p2XvWLCFrSOy8DOXAxMuqS1zGd6wjcYa/s1600/11-20-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNxZwdEodK_xddd3xv-O3XhbNAjG3Z2uRLx2OHtcBAlaO1QPMJ5lzLeO8w97PplJEgs-BbjCWskaFpJnV0IxeR0qxW7ddvQMch9rIUaesbLDg5p2XvWLCFrSOy8DOXAxMuqS1zGd6wjcYa/s400/11-20-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406254578043423442" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b> Wow, Mark looks disappointed that his friend Bob here is mixed up with a bunch of facial-haired no-goods. He doesn't even need to shave, how can that be?!?!?<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>"But, you know, I feel really guilty about it, Mark. I mean, I'm all torn up inside. I can't quit you Mark Trail!"<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Here's a hint folks, if you're ever involved in a criminal conspiracy, it doesn't matter if your co-conspirators boot you from their little endeavor. While I'm sure Mark is going to read Longburn's disavowal of Bob as exculpatory, a court of law would not and criminal culpability would still attach to Bob. For Bob to have a workable defense to a conspiracy charge, he's going to need to make a clear statement that he has renounced the goals of this poaching gang.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-70570978234997784172009-11-19T14:33:00.000-08:002009-11-20T09:17:32.095-08:00Eight Days of....Well...Something.<b>November 19, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3drL0-xTUcMfvA0h9erIS2TpAMK2EeCzaYLWMcCP3KXG6hcs9rZxd-RxBWlhk1k9oGqkMij6WLszufPj0APY81YBIpMvYikvc9c-n9Cvd9xnvVzQ8IAbFT5xDRXUlSD7-JSTqFF-_wn6r/s1600/11-19-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3drL0-xTUcMfvA0h9erIS2TpAMK2EeCzaYLWMcCP3KXG6hcs9rZxd-RxBWlhk1k9oGqkMij6WLszufPj0APY81YBIpMvYikvc9c-n9Cvd9xnvVzQ8IAbFT5xDRXUlSD7-JSTqFF-_wn6r/s400/11-19-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946858883249330" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>If this is the beginning of the denouement to this storyline, I'm prepared to be totally underwhelmed.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Wait! Things are looking up. I detect a note of suspicion in Mark's voice here.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>And there it is! The gun-wielding Longburns. Ladies and germs, I sense a beatdown coming on.<br /><br /><b>November 18, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlIlUONBnkB2mxYjW73M5ZN-XAgdlU-cEi8b725DcPGgvDjlZIq24Dj7fCEyvZF7aqtZ4tObjbJ1-bIwexoJbSh_zECAAWK_sMNWwulf1Lbq6ZqdmW5x2zz1koUfb5_WvxkXhl0rSEKNR/s1600/11-18-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlIlUONBnkB2mxYjW73M5ZN-XAgdlU-cEi8b725DcPGgvDjlZIq24Dj7fCEyvZF7aqtZ4tObjbJ1-bIwexoJbSh_zECAAWK_sMNWwulf1Lbq6ZqdmW5x2zz1koUfb5_WvxkXhl0rSEKNR/s400/11-18-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946859497862946" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>The Jackelrod Sphere continues its long tradition of recycling art. Today it's using the art from Monday's second panel.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Mark Trail, man of action, bridles the alligator and gallops off in search of retribution!<br /><br /><b>November 17, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwbZd5eg3d50ymnpmig4iiI7p3jxhc15ElZvGfUa_06ZDQ2R9dARgzBgaubZQJ0h9bm2U2txrtDaJo2_WU8fwFMLRHbFQ-Maw-_bK6ltgm4oop-OK3sUlpLI43-4YTECCxmyKfK6mr-p9G/s1600/11-17-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwbZd5eg3d50ymnpmig4iiI7p3jxhc15ElZvGfUa_06ZDQ2R9dARgzBgaubZQJ0h9bm2U2txrtDaJo2_WU8fwFMLRHbFQ-Maw-_bK6ltgm4oop-OK3sUlpLI43-4YTECCxmyKfK6mr-p9G/s400/11-17-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946852600108466" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Wow, I wonder what the conversion factor is to determine the decibel equivalent to 36-point font.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Rusty, your play-by-play is getting a little tiresome. <br /><br /><b>November 16, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLKhyG8ZtuPUaWy0K14YnnXYUSXE2WzIX6vGt6b3tIAhdMIbMsBa7DgEBtwzAKrvyP-eZoHyiRKLuGORI59Dh-0O7IHD-MtsBi9Bc8zJEyDWkioBtzHDkywlZ9ePjYcF7pSLijyTzsYR9/s1600/11-16-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLKhyG8ZtuPUaWy0K14YnnXYUSXE2WzIX6vGt6b3tIAhdMIbMsBa7DgEBtwzAKrvyP-eZoHyiRKLuGORI59Dh-0O7IHD-MtsBi9Bc8zJEyDWkioBtzHDkywlZ9ePjYcF7pSLijyTzsYR9/s400/11-16-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946765407404066" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Damn, dude. There's an apparently sluggish (He's certainly taking his sweet time to approach the hyena-pig.) reptile the size of a large canoe crawling out of the water and you miss?<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Bob is 15 feet from the animals and the alligator is 8 inches from the hyena-pig, what the hell is Bob going to do, dive into the alligator's open maw?<br /><br /><b>November 14, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBY3PH2758IGjZ9Icjmh6GKI6GDLQ6nRxGgOrA5hWOI_c69Tv1ungQ8AttNKRtynIeoU1eWkDWo9obCh9ia9Hd1wTvfNcjPx3QhzWUge3DE7pHJbAggFiNk4OlE58Krfo1zxSd8f1zErM/s1600/11-14-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBY3PH2758IGjZ9Icjmh6GKI6GDLQ6nRxGgOrA5hWOI_c69Tv1ungQ8AttNKRtynIeoU1eWkDWo9obCh9ia9Hd1wTvfNcjPx3QhzWUge3DE7pHJbAggFiNk4OlE58Krfo1zxSd8f1zErM/s400/11-14-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946765410161522" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>It's hard to tell, but it looks like Rusty just grew a soul patch. Maybe he's going to break out the upright bass and bring the cool straight to the swamp.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Um, well, I guess not. <br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Bravo, Jackelrod Sphere, bravo! This is actually a pretty damn good picture of an alligator getting ready to eat the hyena-pig.<br /><br /><b>November 13, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi2vmHzjnh9_G4LLDBgcqOTzNA-QVf4BrP8-6SdkZQfPRAh6m9CW-x2J2ERL9k4NHJgrHH67evAnAPAqMIHyPvFrd5fq5vYY8jLGx4f-NucPtEYISh2r53nArcPVhSoSlZScwcHHEhwaLw/s1600/11-13-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi2vmHzjnh9_G4LLDBgcqOTzNA-QVf4BrP8-6SdkZQfPRAh6m9CW-x2J2ERL9k4NHJgrHH67evAnAPAqMIHyPvFrd5fq5vYY8jLGx4f-NucPtEYISh2r53nArcPVhSoSlZScwcHHEhwaLw/s400/11-13-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946757588067826" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Sweetie? What? Is he trying to put the gay back in alligator?<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Perhaps Sassy's turd breath will deter the ravenous reptile.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Yeah, shut yer yap!<br /><br /><b>November 12, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9E9JP4aIrt0k8n3cY3SXdiP8az14PsQLerTXF_y6BBzkt_oVqlO8ScsDZIOrquC9vhAYD-gLScDyWJfNooeboHYOO_ZvYRvEoz-7mkV9vkf5ygShXJKg45OGLyGEs4zlHH58jeigSWOH4/s1600/11-12-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9E9JP4aIrt0k8n3cY3SXdiP8az14PsQLerTXF_y6BBzkt_oVqlO8ScsDZIOrquC9vhAYD-gLScDyWJfNooeboHYOO_ZvYRvEoz-7mkV9vkf5ygShXJKg45OGLyGEs4zlHH58jeigSWOH4/s400/11-12-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946755584406482" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Rusty, I'd check inside the ribbed collar of the giant turtleneck sweater you're sleeping under. She's probably trapped in there.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Fuckin-a, man. It looks like Rusty just woke up for a 3-day bender. Get that boy an 8-ball, there's work to be done!<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>What?!? Here in the swamp teeming with alligators? <br /><br /><b>November 11, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1gdnKHVpkyNdYMeG6hRFc6q_te-09HMDvBg7hgxFz1rMnKSaOvy81xJGf0_22vcYsITeGtj3j3snvuDb1RrWspHyytPWI1dUgig99Ebl6cJv2LRx9Ca6fiuRGfzgsHMXQfz7yVZYVZ0W/s1600/11-11-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1gdnKHVpkyNdYMeG6hRFc6q_te-09HMDvBg7hgxFz1rMnKSaOvy81xJGf0_22vcYsITeGtj3j3snvuDb1RrWspHyytPWI1dUgig99Ebl6cJv2LRx9Ca6fiuRGfzgsHMXQfz7yVZYVZ0W/s400/11-11-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946755099752274" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>I think there's boner in the bathtub joke in here somewhere. I'm just too lazy to find it.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>That's right Longburns, treat the pooch as an inanimate object and you won't feel even the slightest twinge of regret when a gator finally gets him.<br /><br /><b>November 10, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxhtx6uyzbZiqJLmS6Bdoh0pAQC_X9z2-6wSJ2tJuuxKP1-O-w-CGyKNiGt9MY1QSiKA0-Tbqv8MZGQf45fZRRxdypuWpNsX8yI3wm0xr_bnnSZdsOg372WT5Ig2Q12XOLp2vcJ1kpeos/s1600/11-10-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxhtx6uyzbZiqJLmS6Bdoh0pAQC_X9z2-6wSJ2tJuuxKP1-O-w-CGyKNiGt9MY1QSiKA0-Tbqv8MZGQf45fZRRxdypuWpNsX8yI3wm0xr_bnnSZdsOg372WT5Ig2Q12XOLp2vcJ1kpeos/s400/11-10-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406204873726820546" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Wow. Bob finally realizes that he's nothing a but a pawn in a senseless game beyond his control and, here, in what may become one of the foundational statements of The New Atheism, rebels against his cruel and uncaring god. Next thing you know he's going to go on a speaking tour with Christopher Hitchens and Richard Dawkins. That should be fun.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Cue the dueling banjos.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Poor Bob, first he becomes an atheist, then he's sodomized by a couple of hillbillies. What could possibly happen next?Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-13473919997524078682009-11-19T14:31:00.001-08:002009-11-19T14:33:47.581-08:00Meta-Post: The Reason for the Delay in PostingI just spent 6 days converting a closet into this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt82UPCliyNRp9nC3F2dbbm6LigopQDBjz1TzWmNSy5uHksvxIpSPiH-CoI2wdt3UZqmgyfE5nvM-U_s_j60jVdNUVm_RdjHe1mLxaHRrfkvPDENtscEBig_ndum_i4o4EXFjppm9PKA-Z/s1600/doorway+%26+toilet.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt82UPCliyNRp9nC3F2dbbm6LigopQDBjz1TzWmNSy5uHksvxIpSPiH-CoI2wdt3UZqmgyfE5nvM-U_s_j60jVdNUVm_RdjHe1mLxaHRrfkvPDENtscEBig_ndum_i4o4EXFjppm9PKA-Z/s400/doorway+%26+toilet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946129931384418" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54jLVNQdb1Xdosx4vytNzLMLZ9autIBSdalqLfZ2rByCkbipkQ1ZTfDV9gqQjRTQbJ9pO8pQPsj0uwxrrFa1yCpioKC_PoNN3m-gPFzqG5YkMb510YRH7WHomn5roevVBBSQUMY5kuluw/s1600/doorway+%26+sink+stubs.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54jLVNQdb1Xdosx4vytNzLMLZ9autIBSdalqLfZ2rByCkbipkQ1ZTfDV9gqQjRTQbJ9pO8pQPsj0uwxrrFa1yCpioKC_PoNN3m-gPFzqG5YkMb510YRH7WHomn5roevVBBSQUMY5kuluw/s400/doorway+%26+sink+stubs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946123139157778" /></a><br /><br />I now have a proper throne upon which to ingest my source materials and compose my commentary. A catch-up post should appear soon.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-11900511979807681912009-11-09T19:03:00.000-08:002009-11-09T19:18:46.378-08:00The Invisible Hand<b>November 9, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcDzmjMjYoF7fyX4nxyp2B_LWu7AU6q_U2yRiuUtorWSVgZbyD3an74ChyphenhyphenH3wEda6IiCRPoovpQtZW-2tv05-l12WJM3o9R5_jiv4eJrJWTRp2VHA1zzMLarfA6s2q2IcWCP8izsM95my/s1600-h/11-09-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcDzmjMjYoF7fyX4nxyp2B_LWu7AU6q_U2yRiuUtorWSVgZbyD3an74ChyphenhyphenH3wEda6IiCRPoovpQtZW-2tv05-l12WJM3o9R5_jiv4eJrJWTRp2VHA1zzMLarfA6s2q2IcWCP8izsM95my/s400/11-09-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402305773284690450" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>This is irrefutable proof that we live in a cold, cruel and unfeeling universe that knows nothing and cares nothing for humans and their petty, insignificant problems. If we didn't, that'd be Rusty tied to the stake.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Well, Sassy, it goes like this. Unlike our universe, which is governed by natural laws which, while amoral, are also blind, you live in the Trailosphere. There, laws are malleable and justice is a joke. Your cruel and heartless overlord (I call him the Jackelrod Sphere) twists and tortures you to suit his passing whims and fleeting needs. In this case, his fleeting need appears to be a lack of a compelling plot point that could explain why Mark is wandering around in a swamp at night looking for malfeasors to punch. So, my porcine little hyena-type-thing, you're being treated like this because Rusty needs to wake up, miss you, and send Mark out to find you, whereupon he can stumble upon the poachers and pound them senseless. Sucks for you, eh?<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Relax, Bob. In this instance, the safety of the hyena-pig is protected by the ineffable force of the profit motive. Sassy will be fine as long as Longburns is conscious and believes a quick buck is within his grasp.<br /><br /><b>November 7, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GibLbpaDg7lV2mCbdhAKrBOmippOwgDV23kHdalcc5SyzWznAMdLqToxhkbiXcGsEsD_tcZGgR64Pj8j8pYc7DI6Z3GtM8tCoD5R0MWhYaCaXfa72j__ZNdhjsL9e_ghIR_BVZadx-yt/s1600-h/11-07-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GibLbpaDg7lV2mCbdhAKrBOmippOwgDV23kHdalcc5SyzWznAMdLqToxhkbiXcGsEsD_tcZGgR64Pj8j8pYc7DI6Z3GtM8tCoD5R0MWhYaCaXfa72j__ZNdhjsL9e_ghIR_BVZadx-yt/s400/11-07-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402305770034314802" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>WTF? Did Mr. Longburns go and join PETA or something? What's up with the soft-heartedness?<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Phew! Just maximizing resources, that's all. Good old Longburns; always watching his bottom-line.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-52343480081324522712009-11-04T14:43:00.000-08:002009-11-06T14:24:12.942-08:00I'm William Fucking Strunk, Yo.<b>November 6, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKYpVz4NUwpQB_vHB6KzZ_RHLL53TnHYaixBOFdkKazICHwUnDnH_tjbhvFrdrPxWGCuzwKrxcxhYB_yjB8G_mJJ59rpRFWVJBuUVXFEXe8EjtZXhbSe017xYgTSWyPTctO0Ef5c6vDls/s1600-h/11-06-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKYpVz4NUwpQB_vHB6KzZ_RHLL53TnHYaixBOFdkKazICHwUnDnH_tjbhvFrdrPxWGCuzwKrxcxhYB_yjB8G_mJJ59rpRFWVJBuUVXFEXe8EjtZXhbSe017xYgTSWyPTctO0Ef5c6vDls/s400/11-06-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401116762722301458" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>I've got to hand it Mr. Longburns. That backwoods motherfucker is fast on his feet. Go back and look at yesterday's third panel. Sassy was hauling ass in the other direction, Longburns was a good ways back and, yet, he managed to nab the paunchy pig-creature. Clearly, he's pretty damn nimble for a middle-aged poacher.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>On the other hand, he seems to have a disturbing affinity for dogs. <br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>See Wednesday's panel 2, <i>infra</i>.<br /><br /><b>November 5, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3GVj5IB6M3qM3ZOQnP8e0rIMwaTj4nA1a1FBCOtp1v7-DYLk7KHYxIImuzsGcw5UPoJq6_dyEezE_k0fJ6yzZXCVwAoTmADMmbbVP-X0WDpnbY5nO6pby5aLV1tq99yRwdplm_U4JXQs/s1600-h/11-05-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3GVj5IB6M3qM3ZOQnP8e0rIMwaTj4nA1a1FBCOtp1v7-DYLk7KHYxIImuzsGcw5UPoJq6_dyEezE_k0fJ6yzZXCVwAoTmADMmbbVP-X0WDpnbY5nO6pby5aLV1tq99yRwdplm_U4JXQs/s400/11-05-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401116760440771074" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Mr. Longburns (I think that's whose talking here) is just a little too eager to grab Sassy "from behind."<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Mmm, yes, because Sassy totally understood everything Bob and friends were talking about...now that's believable!<br /><br /><b>November 4, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNj9pj93jUXvb5iRGeGXdpBhqMapGhFuY4NI5xoIPoUo-0sMjcrkpfZPwu2ZfGUxWy-nfu4fDNyd3feP3iYqVJHBiWHrJwfZ3SbZdbSmqwTfUCGSSoUGC7X1D-KMXpV-W_4VcEcNYGcrFM/s1600-h/11-04-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNj9pj93jUXvb5iRGeGXdpBhqMapGhFuY4NI5xoIPoUo-0sMjcrkpfZPwu2ZfGUxWy-nfu4fDNyd3feP3iYqVJHBiWHrJwfZ3SbZdbSmqwTfUCGSSoUGC7X1D-KMXpV-W_4VcEcNYGcrFM/s400/11-04-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400383386796504290" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Bob, Bob, Bob, you've just opened yourself up to a world of hurt. Mr. Longburns and Mr. Shortburns are, for sure, going to become suspicious of you now. <br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Not to be a usage stickler here, but you can, in fact, hurt the dog. I think you mean to say that you "shouldn't."<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Yeah, Bob, if you can skin an alligator without retching, than feeding a hyena-pig to another alligator shouldn't be too troublesome.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-19477080992169714172009-11-03T14:27:00.000-08:002009-11-03T14:35:33.145-08:00Dog meat. Dog flesh. What's a noun among friends?<b>November 3, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGm4zVpoip5fDFeqy3GOwy_l0-VPyNznJ9NMzQ5V2Ts7wVxovX45RHbn6RJXeLz1b_330CUkOkvVy3JAJTzMmzvELMWsQmBRGG8WHRnAMQZHNFr3chthcunY-ANlmaW-vcF6eGY8QP3rh8/s1600-h/11-03-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGm4zVpoip5fDFeqy3GOwy_l0-VPyNznJ9NMzQ5V2Ts7wVxovX45RHbn6RJXeLz1b_330CUkOkvVy3JAJTzMmzvELMWsQmBRGG8WHRnAMQZHNFr3chthcunY-ANlmaW-vcF6eGY8QP3rh8/s400/11-03-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007604694370818" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Sassy is a dog. Not a very smart dog. This is why she and Rusty get along so well. This is also why Sassy likes to eat her own turds. I know this because in this panel, you can actually see her turd breath coming out of her mouth in little straight lines. <br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b><b><a href="http://androgynousnaturalist.blogspot.com/2009/10/news-flash-yappy-dog-flesh-tastes.html">YES!</a></b> I always knew I kind of liked Mr. Longburns.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Bob, if you know what's good for you, you point to Sassy and say, "If it's not a pet, why does it have a collar and tag on." I think that's a logical inference that even a violent paranoiac like Mr. Longburns can appreciate.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-5921051122314542632009-11-02T06:56:00.000-08:002009-11-02T09:13:13.794-08:00From the annals of stupid questions.<b>November 2, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwviaFpeaQkRNPCQshaLWF57X1BSAt0Ch_kmfCrHS2WfMMmwjBjR5grYEeSUseG3maaUhGPHUb8pp2N-ZymACvNPbwNf1oh9Y_QKZe5DFIRaQd6cVJRJ1ZSBb33eKjI0oE3q_ogPXoyYz/s1600-h/11-02-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwviaFpeaQkRNPCQshaLWF57X1BSAt0Ch_kmfCrHS2WfMMmwjBjR5grYEeSUseG3maaUhGPHUb8pp2N-ZymACvNPbwNf1oh9Y_QKZe5DFIRaQd6cVJRJ1ZSBb33eKjI0oE3q_ogPXoyYz/s400/11-02-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399520543701363874" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>You may wonder why these very same noises did not awaken Sassy during any of the last 47 nights of this interminable storyline. I certainly do. <br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>"It's dinner!"<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Well, Mr. Longburns, I think we can safely conclude that the dog did not get there by <a href="http://www.thehumorblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/flying_dog.jpg">flying</a>. Nor did it drive a <a href="http://webby.com/humor/i/Swamp-Buggy.jpg">swamp-buggy</a>. The dog probably didn't <a href="http://www.wetasschronicles.com/ParachuteDog.jpg">parachute</a> in, either. In fact, I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that the dog walked there. Crazy, I know...<br /><br /><b>October 31, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtb3IvKK17bumrMlJ2Ll9YRYBJSzP6IDI9VACPkDZ8ePQDShLM35EFYGHis43XyaMDuv418TT4mYFWqcQEaAgGgRkXVTWc8Mkv-WcxK_o-Ad5dqUJ8KOfEGSYYLJSxWo0tBACKb4GFCYQw/s1600-h/10-31-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtb3IvKK17bumrMlJ2Ll9YRYBJSzP6IDI9VACPkDZ8ePQDShLM35EFYGHis43XyaMDuv418TT4mYFWqcQEaAgGgRkXVTWc8Mkv-WcxK_o-Ad5dqUJ8KOfEGSYYLJSxWo0tBACKb4GFCYQw/s400/10-31-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399520541289244882" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Sassy somehow avoids another brush with death (i.e. getting stomped by an angry doe) and, instead of celebrating the dog's demise, we're left to wonder how it is that she can drop the deuce while running at top speed. I mean, how else can one interpret this picture? Clearly, Sassy is pinching a loaf here.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Uh, yeah, I did. That was the sound of a hyena-pig taking a dump in the woods. And, since someone was there to hear it, it made a noise.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-32953683484619140502009-10-30T14:45:00.000-07:002009-10-30T14:58:33.501-07:00Don't bring a knife to a gun fight, and don't use rifles for close-quarter shooting.<b>October 30, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIMtloeHEykPpCs87q3l8Jwf_JzMulR0mYQsm2aU1dqZVfWtMNiglTDqeh5-l3An4ahBe4XXRSMizXX4YKKsc_Xn_llkOTVHD52m9SRwtA86hyn0IvRPQ7silDImR21nqVvMXx3kkf6Ie/s1600-h/10-30-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIMtloeHEykPpCs87q3l8Jwf_JzMulR0mYQsm2aU1dqZVfWtMNiglTDqeh5-l3An4ahBe4XXRSMizXX4YKKsc_Xn_llkOTVHD52m9SRwtA86hyn0IvRPQ7silDImR21nqVvMXx3kkf6Ie/s400/10-30-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398512629771903634" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>You know what, JS? The swamp is not mysterious. The swamp is dark, the swamp is dank, the swamp is teeming with alligators waiting to get poached by side-burned buffoons, but the swamp is not mysterious. The swamp is a complex ecosystem, yes, but that's not mysterious, that's just nature. You want to know what's mysterious? What's mysterious is why I keep reading this fucking comic strip. That, and who took the apple off my desk I was saving for a snack. Someone call Miss Marple!<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>I have it on good authority that these guys are bringing way too much firepower to their little turkey shoot. Turns out, you only need <a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2009/11/croc-world/crocs-photography">some nylon rope and a .45</a> to hunt alligators.<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Why, Bob, because you had him over for dinner? Clearly you are not familiar with the Right Fist o' Justice and the Left Foot o' Retribution. They are employed without regard for their owner's relationship with their target. Mark Trail will kick anyone's ass, even people who have had their complacent wives pour him coffee. So, Bob, you might want to reconsider that statement, because I suspect that we're coming to the point in this narrative arc where Mark Trail finally rips the top off a can of whup-ass and shoves it down your pusillanimous throat.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-34461513396362865632009-10-29T07:16:00.000-07:002009-10-29T07:23:03.277-07:00News Flash: Yappy Dog Flesh Tastes Good...To Alligators<b>October 29, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BFB6C_4IIMRn4mdpZeKICxCoe-l_t_oQVVvFXSqD-JwjrhZmMRpk4SJNGrkg6L3xNZUX9nidzbRXNE2_gYYNRdGJ7oyUyRnWii9mACEfUkmPrZILak7MVbnXAW8hnE7GMS0YB34O-EPI/s1600-h/10-29-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BFB6C_4IIMRn4mdpZeKICxCoe-l_t_oQVVvFXSqD-JwjrhZmMRpk4SJNGrkg6L3xNZUX9nidzbRXNE2_gYYNRdGJ7oyUyRnWii9mACEfUkmPrZILak7MVbnXAW8hnE7GMS0YB34O-EPI/s400/10-29-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398025809218838818" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b><a href="http://www.wciv.com/news/stories/0809/646289.html">Good</a><br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b><a href="http://www.wftv.com/news/9704392/detail.html">Fucking</a><br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b><a href="http://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=888&dat=19890426&id=GOYNAAAAIBAJ&sjid=IHcDAAAAIBAJ&pg=6176,570031">Riddance</a>Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989828384818789680.post-63492335057787647302009-10-28T12:18:00.000-07:002009-10-28T14:39:56.850-07:00Just eat the fucking dog already.<b>October 28, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4wOPNHuN5etQIaEsne65Fidhq8SpK9XJBvEN25iWapXGXfIKeHZUCVoia6d-urghxkhUVlZYynqRUJ23hAhoXQEblYnuCYCcR1Z41pmV1DPU4P35_LBS4WA3c94GQlYP2vB0pJqL8k8I/s1600-h/10-28-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4wOPNHuN5etQIaEsne65Fidhq8SpK9XJBvEN25iWapXGXfIKeHZUCVoia6d-urghxkhUVlZYynqRUJ23hAhoXQEblYnuCYCcR1Z41pmV1DPU4P35_LBS4WA3c94GQlYP2vB0pJqL8k8I/s400/10-28-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397732432872973762" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Coco the Hungry Raccoon had better watch out. That giant bullfrog is going to kick his ass if he finds out that Coco has been eating his children.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Maybe the gators will eat Sassy now? We can only hope.<br /><br /><b>October 27, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitaoqwyDiFzImr9PX42DKpQgG-9zlBX5QyjNT8KfJtFrph9wiHumrx4h7f4rCnBcyD59S5zCtsKQRHEo4Rfk-BBSacprcEieajJlK3EtkwKglzPGxRl1py6pbYDPobuEfC3W_9ybVn7mke/s1600-h/10-27-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitaoqwyDiFzImr9PX42DKpQgG-9zlBX5QyjNT8KfJtFrph9wiHumrx4h7f4rCnBcyD59S5zCtsKQRHEo4Rfk-BBSacprcEieajJlK3EtkwKglzPGxRl1py6pbYDPobuEfC3W_9ybVn7mke/s400/10-27-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397732430633517730" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>That Bob, he's a smart one: getting one last pinch of his wife's smokin' ass before getting nabbed for poaching and tossed in the clink.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>If you are a federally-protected bird of prey (like this Great Horned Owl) and the Jackelrod Sphere drives you into a state of boredom so deep your vital organs shut down and you die, are you a victim of poaching? I say yes, and somebody better get that owl a stimulant, stat!<br /><br /><b>October 26, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNRvi4r7kVZ-leoa1IZ2ILTNOY8b33O9wNAAi4ITtL29wqIrAK5saGKkJTCyrZRG9JfC8cnIwzr43Xfv88GZHmceokBv_rJ7LepwOFEajcrhyphenhyphenw8HJ93pnHXnal_uPL8EphcctzFDex70E/s1600-h/10-26-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNRvi4r7kVZ-leoa1IZ2ILTNOY8b33O9wNAAi4ITtL29wqIrAK5saGKkJTCyrZRG9JfC8cnIwzr43Xfv88GZHmceokBv_rJ7LepwOFEajcrhyphenhyphenw8HJ93pnHXnal_uPL8EphcctzFDex70E/s400/10-26-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397732426210891506" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>Damn, looks like Sassy (or maybe it's just Sassy's head!) survived the fishing trip today.<br /><br /><b>Panel 2:</b>Are you fucking kidding? Who kidnapped the Mark Trail we know and (sort of) like and replaced him with a sensible, non-vigilante, non-ass-kicking citizen?<br /><br /><b>Panel 3:</b>Normal smoke today. That's reassuring.<br /><br /><b>October 24, 2009</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqx1uXpUk2kxyZIurRnQpXG9VKXmBJA60PZh9bSKDOPLZ4nZi8ZcTp-tLxfAMRCOhfFS5Z_uOjlg3amSqUdouAIZIwq71FY3GLCFCtUVlY5dEwzoarxEmc1zAmxn8WSvCD3Met-aO0gqYM/s1600-h/10-24-09.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqx1uXpUk2kxyZIurRnQpXG9VKXmBJA60PZh9bSKDOPLZ4nZi8ZcTp-tLxfAMRCOhfFS5Z_uOjlg3amSqUdouAIZIwq71FY3GLCFCtUVlY5dEwzoarxEmc1zAmxn8WSvCD3Met-aO0gqYM/s400/10-24-09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397732420618451650" /></a><br /><b>Panel 1:</b>At first, Mark's comment appears to be another senseless non sequitur dreamed up by the Jackelrod Sphere to fill space. I mean, when someone says something like, "No wonder you've succeeded at task X," they're usually a) surprised that you've succeeded, and b) identified what they perceive to be a reasonable explanation for that surprising success. In this case, it's no wonder that Mark is surprised that Rusty has been catching fish. Rusty, as we know, is no genius and its surprising when he does something as simple as closing the velcro on his shoes. Anyway, the question is, what has Mark identified as the explanation for Rusty's fishing success? Here it is: Sassy! More specifically, Rusty is using Sassy as bait. I mean, look at Rusty's fishing pole. There's something heavy on there. And why would Rusty say that he AND Sassy are having fun? Because Rusty tied a loop around Sassy's neck and finally putting that yappy sack of goo to good use: luring fish (and probably a few alligators) to Rusty's line. So, long story short, Mark is not blurting out non sequiturs today; his response is actually pretty reasonable given the circumstances.Drogon Saurischianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315880895797242687noreply@blogger.com0