Jeeves! What is this awful creature you’ve let in? It looks like an orangutan in drag. Oh dear me, it speaks! How dreadful!
So we finally meet Mr. Hagglemore in today’s strip and sure enough, he’s every bit the perception the 99.5% have of the .5% you could imagine. All that’s lacking is a white cat for him to stroke.
I wonder what he did to earn the Golden Popeye Award shown in Panel 3?
Pop quiz, comic book hot-shot! There’s a deranged woman with a original splash page of Mister Sponge standing at your gate and she’s threatening to slice it up! What do you do? What do you do?
Open the gate and let her in. I mean, sure she’s obviously deranged and has a large pair of scissors, but she probably doesn’t have a gun in that satchel, right?
Wow, for a comic that can take a week to show a character opening a letter in a mailbox this week’s pacing is breakneck. After arriving at the mansion featured in “Eyes Wide Shut” in today’s strip, Holly braves a quick buzz of the intercom, which is really there just to alert the Dobermans that someone’s arrived and it’s time for a mid-day snack.
Where is she? I have no idea. New York? Back in Ohio? Paris? Who knows? We may ever find out if this arc is just dropped again like Les’s “The cleaning ladies have some ideas for my script.” arc.
I don’t recall Pete looking like an impressionist work of abstract art but he certainly has some strange proportions in today’s strip as he hands her something that looks like chimpanzee cranked out in 5 minutes.
Maybe I should give Pete a break, since he’s a WRITER and not an artist, or is he suddenly an artist now? I think the blobby mess he just handed her indicates at least someone needs more art school.
Well, while we’re comic art geeking out, might as well share The 40 Worst Rob Leifeld Drawings for at least some laughs.
Once again, technology, not limited to and including digital cameras, emails, faxes, overnight packages and scanners don’t exist in Westview, necessitating a long car ride for Holly to visit Pete to look at some original art of Mister Sponge that she thinks she can trade for the last couple Starbucks Jones comics she needs. Wow, as today’s strip, shows, this stuff writes itself!
Actually, this isn’t a bad ploy, Holly.. not a bad ploy at all.
I mean, I someone I sort of knew showed up at my doorstep having just driven 800 miles and said their adult son who is in the military collected comic books and hey, could I give up my signed George Lucas Lightsaber so she could trade it for the last two comics he needed, I’d have to have a heart of stone to say no.
I’m betting Holly’s lip can quiver with the best of them when faced with the prospect of driving back to Ohio without the original Mister Sponge art she needs.
All of this sounds convoluted and insane. How do we even know Hagglemore *likes* or *wants* anything to do with Mr. Sponge? Sorry, lady, I only collect D.C..
You would think Holly would have at least spoken with the guy before driving across the country to hassle Pete.
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