Thursday, July 19, 2007
Marmaduke is sleeping on the laps of an elderly couple, each of whom assumed the beast was responsible for the well-being of the other. Octogenerian Marmaduke creator Brad Anderson is here infusing his typical material (large selfish dog, puzzling miss-or-miss jokes masquerading as slice-of-lifeisms (and vice-versa), parade of shamefully lazy and uncredited ghost-artists) with a "write what you know"-style personal slant (early-stage dementia).
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Marmaduke is going to eat some donuts. His owner-lady somehow does not realize this was a foregone conclusion the moment they were brought into the house, and it may end up costing her her life.
Whoever taught visual perspective to the ghost-artist Marmaduke creator Brad Anderson gave a handful of nickels and penny-candy to draw today's strip should be burned at the stake.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Marmaduke (bought / stole / is borrowing) five lollipops from a store called the Candy Box to (eat / sell on the black market / give to several of his bastard children in lieu of child support). A concerned and tie-wearing candy salesman places a phone call to a Mrs. Winslow, who is (his supervisor at the candy store / a left-wing candy conservation lobbyist in Washington / Marmaduke's owner-lady, whose surname name I have been unaware of for the thirteen months or so I've been amusing myself with this bullshit), referring to the lollipops as "suckers" because (it is the standard industry term / he is mildly retarded / octogenarian Marmaduke creator Brad Anderson refuses to adjust his comic strip's vocabulary to reflect that it is no longer the 1940s).