Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Margo does not talk to you for criticism, Tommie. She talks to you so you'll bring her coffee.
Ha ha! I'm just kidding. Margo didn't melt the face off of one of her roommates. She's counting on Tommie to become rich and famous and pay off the mortgage. Catch the real Sunday strip here.
I don't usually modify the comics; that's the work of Dean's Comic Booth, and I'm sure he won't be able to resist Tommie's brilliant set up here. Word of warning: Dean's Comic Booth is not for kids, unless they're very perverse children. Hide their eyes! You don't want them to know how Brutus Thornapple got where he is today!
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Want to let everyone know that you're too fancy for Hoboken and too hot for church? Want to let them know via underpants? Click on, my friend.
To be clear, this is Josh Fruhlinger's store, the Comics Curmudgeon. All TFFH&THFC merchandise belongs to him, and the profits go his way. But come on, how can you resist this stuff??
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Happy New Year, everyone!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
In (sort of) related news, I just found out that my source for newspaper comics, the Washington Post, has stopped archiving their comics more than 30 days in the past. This saddens me. No longer can I find the precise date when Margo heard the words "More zippers, mule!" No longer can I look up Ray the Dope Fiend or the Ghost of Albert Pinkham Ryder.
Does anyone know a website for newspaper comics that has archives deeper than, say, two years ago?
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Iris: Trey, meet Margo Magee. Margo owns the Mills Gallery.I will admit, I'm totally charmed that Trey refers to it as "The Mills."Trey: I'm familiar with the Mills. It has a fine reputation, Margo. Too bad about the building, though.
Margo: What's wrong with my building?!
Iris: Trey Brooks is an architect, Margo. He knows everything about the buildings in this city.
Trey: Well, maybe not everything, but I know that your building was an art deco classic. And now it's a disaster.
Margo: Really... how very interesting.
Trey: The Mills Gallery is one of my pet peeves, Margo.
Margo: And why is that, Mr. Trey Brooks?
Trey: Where do I start? It's dated, drab and boring.
Margo: Gosh, free advice from Mister Genius. Ain't I the lucky girl.
Trey: Open up the middle gallery, raise the ceilings, gut the reception area, and The Mills could be a great space. It wouldn't cost much to make it right.
Margo: Now I get it, you're job hunting! At a party!! Very classy, Mr. Brooks. Trey Brooks, you are a pompous, rude bonehead!
Trey: What's wrong, Margo?
As of January 5th, we're still waiting for New Year's Day to arrive, which, you know, happens. Are any long time readers of Apartment 3-G getting a whiff of early Eric Mills here? Isn't this how Eric and Margo got together? Margo was generally childish and atrocious to Eric and Eric was super-genial about everything and then there was smooching?