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October 12, 2006
Dukie
Five panels - five - to convey the actions of the Winslow eating a cake. Boggles my mind. What is this, Victorian England? Are comic strip writers getting paid by the panel? Did someone hit me in the head with a bumbershoot in the carpark when I wasn't paying attention?
Why does it take Garfield nine panels on Sunday to eat ice cream? Why is Pat O'Brien in For Better or For Worse, and why is he still sexually harrassing women? Who's in charge of quality control at the comic strip writers' compound?
So many questions. Makes me long for Marmaduke, for altho just as insipid, it's only one and done.
Comments
Leave it to Stantis to botch what could have been a perfectly fine comic strip (heck, he even showed the candle melting down) by making it about a guy from a band nobody's cared about in decades.
Posted by: The Furnace at October 12, 2006 11:22 AM
