Park Bench to Penthouse

“That’s right, Mr. Les: Woody Allen! And Elia Kazan, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott effin’ Fitzgerald…Billy Wilder, too! Who do ya think gave him that line ‘All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up’? Apple Annie Apple, tha’s who.” Les: she was suffering from schizophrenia, detached from the real world. Crazy as a rat in a coffee can. The closest thing to a writer that she “made the acquaintance of” was you, you gullible bastard.

And not for nothing, according to this strip from last May, I thought it was superstar Cynthia Summers who rescued Annie from life on the streets?

Well, Crank My Shaft!

Whaaaaaa? and double Whaaaaaa? This week we’ve gone from time-wasting non-punchlines to jam-packed exposition and mind-melting comics crossovers! Where to begin? Here’s an old man named Ed, looking for his daughter, the “well-known Chris Crankshaft”? If she’s well known and has an outlandish last name like that, why does Ed have to wander Central Park asking the homeless to help “locate” her? I’m not a long-time reader of Crankshaft, and I understand that Ed is stubbornly old-school, but has he not heard of the Google?