Archive | July, 2012

The Saturday Comics: Alley Oop (2012)

7 Jul

July 7, 2012

The last time I checked in on Alley Oop I was convinced that he was ripping me off and I still stand by that ridiculous and utterly indefensible position. Check for yourself, I have complete proof that I came up with the concept of Caveman Astronaut long before it appeared in print. CLICK HERE TO SEE PROOF PERFECT THAT I AM THE CREATIVE FORCE HERE.

Meanwhile, let’s see what the poseur is up to now:

What the??? I will never complain about a slow-moving strip again. (Not until next week when I check in on Apt. 3G again. That strip is just plain weird. Come back next week, you’ll see.)

Sooo, what is going on here? “Home planet?” Isn’t it enough that these strangely hairless cavemen are wandering around the 21st Century (with 21st Century relationship issues) without dragging aliens into it too? And just when I got to the point of wondering when they would Wonmug or get off the pot, some other storyline in some other place and what I am assuming some other time starts up.

What the?

While I do understand that some readers have been with Alley Oop for years and we have popped into the middle of an ongoing story, but I also feel that there needs to be some accessibility for new readers.

Alley Oop? See you next year. 

Imponderable #53: Port Richey Florida

6 Jul

July 6, 2012

What more can I add? The man has his priorities.

I’ve never been a beer drinker. If I want bad tasting foam then I’ll know there is something wrong with me.  Me? I’m a Pepsi kind of guy, like my role model George Costanza.

But I totally get that there are some people, like the afore-mentioned Mr. Whittle, who lead very beer-intensive lifestyles. I’ve covered the link between beer and crime before. For example, there was Imponderable #11, in which a man fleeing from the police  was caught because he would not stop drinking beer as he ran. In fact, pretty much any time there is a lot of beer flowing you can expect guys to be doing something stupid.

Of course, this is a little different. Mr. Whittle robbed the bank before he drank his beer.

Aren’t you supposed to get drunk, decide that robbing a bank is a good idea, then have the robbery foiled because you spent thirty minutes trying to push open a pull door until the bank closed? Isn’t that the way these things work?

I really want to know what this apparently sober man was thinking.

So what was he thinking?

The question is Imponderable.

Ya know, this reminds me of a movie I haven’t seen in ages.