Awww, that's cute. He named his mop twin Vicodin.
Friday, July 29, 2016
This morning I woke up thinking, now that Joe Giella has retired, and June is such an excellent artist, maybe I don't need to continue blogging about Mary Worth. Maybe this would be a good time to hang it up. And then June gives us a "Floating Head Shop," and I'm ready to give her a Worthy Award.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Monday, July 25, 2016
Well, it's official. Uncle Joe Giella has retired. I've never met him, but, oh, how I enjoyed his art. He just seemed like the kind of sneaky, funny guy you wish were a relative... I guess that's why we started calling him Uncle Joe. Anyway, I wanted to showcase some highlights from the last seven or eight years I've been blogging here, but of course this list would be way too long. So here are the Panel of the Year winners from the the Worthy Awards starting with 2008.
But first put a free token in the Charterstone Jukebox and listen to Laura Nyro singing "Goodbye Joe" and enjoy.
2008 (okay, this one was the runner up):
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Friday, July 22, 2016
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Monday, July 18, 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Friday, July 15, 2016
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Good ol' Mr. Allora got them all moved in today. Of course, Tommy was no help at all, and he looks just fine. I'm starting to wonder if this was all a big ruse to score a few narcotics. At least Tommy's reflection is still in pain.
Monday, July 11, 2016
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Saturday, July 9, 2016
When I see today's strip, I get nervous. Clearly, Joe Giella has upped his game. IPhones with audio and charging ports, believable shadows on people's faces, the stainless steel texture above the food counter, and food that looks almost edible. I worry that someone had a talkin' to Uncle Joe, and that he's feeling threatened and working under duress. It's enough to drive a man to addiction.
Friday, July 8, 2016
Thursday, July 7, 2016
"Oh, Mama, I was hoping you'd say that."
The good news is that Tommy's spiral back to rock bottom, and that beautiful moment when we hear, "My name is Tommy and I've been sober for 30 days," is probably going to take a little while. So pop yourself a big bowl of corn and get ready for the entertainment.