The Police Arrive and...

"I need medical attention. I'm sweating buckets!" (rim shot)

But seriously folks... based on his performance in the fight, I'm guessing they ran his name through the computer and found out that he's actually Glass Joe, the famous boxer from Paris, France who faced Little Mac in the minor circuit! With a record of 1-99, he's famously quoted, "Watch the jaw, don't hit the jaw!"

Sorry Glass Joe: you can run, but you can't hide.

Aristotle "the Professor" vs. Glass Joe Kelly

I hate to say it, but Taser Lady's moment in the sun, where she stretches her arms wide and declares love and compassion for her neighbors, is actually being upstaged by Professor Aristotle's strange, strange attempts to restrain Joe, who still has a bucket on his head. The Professor is trying to restrain him, right? That's what's going on in the second panel? This has become very weird.

I do like Margo attempting to gain control of the situation though. Point that finger, girl.

All I Want for Christmas

I liked Taser Lady more when she was just an anxious, taser-toting passerby, rather than Mrs. Bloom, a woman capable of looking Sally Forth-wry. Then again, how can you not like a gal who gets a taser for Christmas?

Anyway, we can all have a good laught at Bucket Head... everyone but Tommie, that is. She's still bummed about the state of her love triangle.

Is it just me, or do Taser Lady and Bucket Head make a handsome couple?

Taser Lady Appears!

OH MY GOSH what??? I can't even focus on the first two panels for my delight at this brand new character, Taser Lady! Oh my goodness, she's wonderful. Those glasses make her look like she's straight out of a Roz Chast cartoon, and is that really even a taser? She's just so anxious to help! Where did she come from? Is she living in the building also? I hope not. I hope we get a new plotline soon where Taser Lady moves in with Ruby at Apartment 3-E.

Sunday Soapy Sunday

Apartment 3-G's Sunday strips are usually a wash (pun hilariously intended?), mostly just a recap of last week with maybe a panel from the next day's strip. I'm pretty much content to ignore it in general, but this one has a pretty good new panel:

Hahaha! Ha... ahh. I'm starting to kind of feel bad for Joe. It's all fun and games when you're being whacked with an umbrella, but those heavy-duty cleaning agents will probably impair his vision for life. Even Margo is sort of like, "Whoa, Ruby..."

Of course, I only feel bad for him because this is Apartment 3-G, and I knew he was never really going to hurt Tommie. Way too dark. Joe probably wouldn't know what to do if he hadn't been attacked on all sides. This is Apartment 3-G, not Funky Winkerbean.

Whack-a-Joe

This is so crazy. Crazy... and pretty foreshadowed, now that I think about it. The only way this is shocking is that Margo isn't drawing blood. In fact, she hardly moved between panels! She just started yelling "whack whack whack," causing Joe to say "Hey!" in a kind of bleary-eyed manner.

Actually, I like this interpretation from Dean's Comic Booth better than my own... the quacking is what really gets me.

Bar Spray!!

Well of course it was going to be the Bar Spray, it's the only thing in the cabinet that's properly labeled. And it has the power to turn aggressive coworkers into ghosts! .....nnnnnnnot really sure how that will help Tommie, but it sure is cool.

Ruby Emerges

Yes yes yes!! Ruby is back, and she's ready for action! I'm so delighted. Thank goodness she hasn't taken off that charming dust cap yet. Of course Margo and the Professor are gonna save the day and steal her thunder (not necessarily in that order), but for now, let's bask in the glory of that first panel.

Between the world-weary expression and the period punctuating "scrubbin'", I get the feeling Ruby has seen more than I ever will. If I'm lucky. Oh Ruby! Why are you so sad about your door?

Unless... unless "My door could use a good scrubbin'" is some kind of slang?

Escalator

Wow! We've escalated from finger pointing and fist shaking to shoulder rattling and chestplate cracking! Things have really gotten out of hand quickly. It's only a matter of time before Brick Tamlin shows up and stabs someone with a trident.

Tommie's hair has never been more of a beautiful bubble than in panel two, by the way.

"I don't think so, dummy. You forgot your phone inside your wallet."

I'm guessing she'll wind up using the Bar Spray on the bottom shelf in some resourceful way, but the lock on the bathroom looks industrial strength... I don't think Joe's getting through.

As Joe turns more and more comically evil, Tommie looks more disappointed than anything else. Even with the kids and the harpy ex-wife, Joe would've made an exciting alternative to, uh... what's his face, Gary? Yeah, Gary. Now she's gonna have to stick with that creepy nerd. Ohhh well.

Shake Down

Hoo boy. When I originally thought about making this blog, I thought it would all be dope addictions and artistic ghosts. I didn’t know I’d step into a drama rife with finger pointing and fist shaking. To be fair, I could’ve never anticipated how long Tommie would maintain her own storyline.

I do like that Apartment 3-G takes almost extreme measures to make sure you remember everyone’s name. “Hi Joe. Your children, Kenley and Tyler, are with their mother.” “Are you referring to Vicki? Are you, Tommie??” “Don’t you shake your fist at me, Joe!” Heh. Like Tommie would ever say that.

The picture frame mysteriously floats around the room… and I bet Margo decided on that black accent wall.