Out meta-ing the meta-'mix

Did anyone notice a particularly Pearls-Before-Swine-esque crocodile adorning the box of sugary cereal in Baby Blues yesterday? Looks like Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott aren't too busy enforcing reproductive heteronormativity to take a moment to give Stephen Pastis a taste of his own medicine. Before you know it the entire page will descend into such an orgy of self-referentialism that you'll be lost without the fearless bloggers here at RD&Cw/T.

BRIEFLY NOTED

Thursday:
Jeremy's got diarrhea, and I've got a serious case of the giggles!

"Elderberries will return," but for now we're getting "these classics." I'm sure you all remember when the Boondocks began reprinting old strips, only to fade off the page forever. Now, Elderberries is a pretty crap comic, but given its subject matter (old people) I can only assume that it's authored/illustrated by a pair of geriatrics, and I feel concerned that either Joe Troise or Phil Frank has broken a hip. In my brief attempt to research the matter further, I came upon a delightfully apt website for the cranky, technophobe residents of the Elderpark retirement home.

Friday:
Bliss implies that if we could see what was going on under the table, we would see an erection.

As if Guy and Rodd thought the lower left hand corner of the page shouldn't get TOO sexy, they depict the least scandalous stripper i've ever seen, dressed as if she's about to take a dip in the Pacific circa 1945.

I'm ready for a new week and some new storylines. While Get "The Mailman" Fuzzy was nothing short of its usual genius this week, and shall recieve some well-earned attention in the near future, comixdood has correctly observed that both Garfield and FBorFW are currently in Boring-ville, and I'm ready to take a stroll over to Excitementropolis. I'll see you there!