Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
In any case, the art gallery must be doing pretty well if Margo can nip out for a mid-day spa appointment long enough to come back and blithely inquire, hey, what's going on with my business, anyway? Jack and Lu Ann have been brainstorming.... which basically just means Jack has been brainstorming. Ah! Sorry Lu Ann, you just make it so easy!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Also, I had the same thought as mrvy: this would be a quite clever way to integrate a new illustrator into the strip. Frank Bolle has been plugging away for the past decade like a champ, but he's well into his 80s and he's got to be thinking of retiring. Replacing Mr. Bolle would not be easy: his art exudes a bobbly--er, bubbly--kind of charm, with nice thin line work, occasional bizarre background details, and hilariously misguided fashion choices. And the finger pointing! Would this be the end of finger pointing??
Monday, April 26, 2010
So, assuming they're setting Tommie up for a What Not to Wear-style ambush, here's my prediction for her makeover: extensions. That's right, tracts! Ooh hoo hoo! This is going to turn the world of A3G on its ear!
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Okay, I'm officially giving up on the Bobbie storyline. The way this story ended was really deeply disappointing for me. There were a few days after Martin took the gun where I thought, Is it really worth posting today? Is it worth posting ever again?
That said, I wanted to congratulate Margaret Shulock for really pulling off a good deal of deception in the early part of the story arc, not an easy task for a strip with a relatively small cast. It took most of us a long time to figure out the connection between Bobbie and the Magees, and when we did, all the little details--Bobbie's vague memory of the Professor, the private detective's accusation that Martin was dating a blonde--all made delicious sense.
I'm sure we all had years when the anticipation of your birthday was more exciting that the actual day. For example, one year my older sister was convinced she was going to get a pony. I wonder, how did she get that impression, and where on earth did she think we were going to keep it? So while she was pretty devastated on the actual day, the she was very happy during the weeks leading up to her birthday. This is one of those storylines: expert setup, fumbled on the followthrough. Better luck next time.
So, time to move on! What is Ruby talking about here?
Friday, April 23, 2010
But uh... this doesn't mean that Bobbie's been disposed of already... does it? Because I feel like I never even got a chance to say goodbye! It's not fair! It can't be true! Professor, please tell me you've been doing some moral waffling on driving Bobbie to the psych ward and she's hiding in your closet right now. Please please please.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Still, I bet she marches down to POLICE STATION right after this conversation. She'll knock on the door triumphantly: "Excuse me, is Detective Collins here? I demand to see him-- I have a gun! He owes me a favor!" Then she'll be all bobbly when they cuff her. Good times...
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Is that Lu Ann hanging around in the background? Bless her heart, she must be bored as hell. When's the last time that girl had anything to do?? The South Dakota Affair notwithstanding, since that was even more boring than the "Coming Back to New York and Waiting for Margo to Talk to You" storyline that's been happening for the past couple of months now. Time passes more slowly in South Dakota...
Monday, April 19, 2010
ARRRR, yes, okay. I admit defeat. I rarely go back and visit the Sunday strips, but the below panels from yesterday were actually quite revealing, and they confirmed it for me: there will be no violence, and there will be no final twist, to the Tale of Bobbie the Bobble Merrill.
So Bobbie's going to be locked up, and that's that. There is, however, the tantalizing prospect of an awesome roadtrip on the way to the asylum!! Oh my gosh, yes. My vigor has been renewed. What kind of munchies will they bring to snack on? Who will control the radio? Will Bobbie throw herself out of a moving vehicle?? There's so much potential!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Oh, and thanks for voting, everyone. A surprisingly high number of you bet against the gun ever getting used, and you were right. It must feel good, being right. You know who was wrong? Chekhov.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Meanwhile, while Bobbie's distracted, Martin takes this opportunity to... not so much disarm Bobbie, but maybe conjur some kind of magic spell on the gun? Interesting strategy.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Finger pointing, too, is hereditary. Finger versus gun! Maybe if Martin's finger and Margo's finger team up against the gun they can take it down, but I'm not positive about a one-on-one matchup.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
I know this bland bit of exposition is necessary for non-regular readers to get their bearings plot-wise, but when the dialogue sags, that's when the art should really sing! How about a close-up of Bobbie's deranged face? Or maybe Martin could have some kind of a reaction in the second panel--even just a BOBBLE, for goodness sake!--to his estranged ex-wife showing up out of the blue calling him a rat and shaking a gun. It's pretty shocking, right? Right Martin? Hmm? Yes? Shocking? Martin?
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
In all this mayhem, there is a clear cry coming from the people, and that cry is: where is Taser Lady? And where is Ruby and her bucket of suds? Where are the other members of Margo's impromptu criming-fighting club when one of their own is at risk? I suppose they're "at their own apartment building" or some such, but their extrasensory perception for danger must be pulsing in their temples by now! Ruby is probably just whipping up a fresh batch of hot water and palmolive.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Second of all, oh my god, Margo is so awesome. First she scolds Bobbie like she's a child, then she calmly, even philosophically, tries to reason with Bobbie. Who negotiates with someone holding a gun like this?? Besides Bobbie, I mean. ...huh. Maybe it's just me, but the way I would've handled this would've been more like:
Bobbie: So you're in on it too. I should've know. (reveals gun)Annnnnnd then she'd shoot me.
Me: OH, WHAT. WHAT IS THAT. Is that a gun?? Oh shit oh shit! Ahh!! Wait a second, is that real? uhhhh OH NO IT'S REAL IT'S REAL OH F^@* I'M DEAD
Bobbie: Don't come any closer or I'll shoot.
Me: I know, I know! No! I know! I'm not coming any closer! Look at me! I'm up and leaving! You want me to get my mom real quick? WHY ARE YOU HOLDING THAT GUN ALL SHAKY AND CRAZY LIKE THAT?? I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Are you thirsty? Can I get you something to drink?
Saturday, April 3, 2010
I have to admit, I did not think Roberta would reveal her gun this early in what is sure to be the climactic scene of this plotline. And on a Saturday whatsmore, traditionally a slow day for comics! I'd say we've got another three weeks or so before it actually goes off. April 28th. Any other guesses?
Friday, April 2, 2010
In the blue corner: the Maven from Manhattan, the original Problem Child, Margo "finger-pointin" Magee. 135 pounds of irritation, with a bun pinned up tighter than a subway car at rush hour. Ultra-surly from her conversation with her parents, possessing a natural disposition of impatience and a grudge against her stepmom. Weapon of choice: umbrella, or her fingernails in a pinch.
In the black corner: the Bobble with the Hobble, the Witch with the Waggle, the Cherry Bomb Stepmom, Roberta "Bobbie Merrill" Magee. Wirey, distracted, tense. Flaming yellow hair. Has a drug problem and/or a problem without drugs. Weapon of choice: handgun, which, yes, she probably had embellished with a pearl handle and her initials in the interim.
Ohmygodohmygod, I can't wait. Is it Saturday yet??
Thursday, April 1, 2010
What does it mean? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?? I don't know, but I'm starting to think I might have a chance at an art career in New York. Happy April Fool's Day, everyone!
UPDATE: I just noticed the Professor has this painting too!! I hope no one thinks it's an original.