The weird thing about moving to a new city is getting used to the different slate of newspaper comics. The usual coelocanths are in evidence, of course, but there are a whole bunch of odd ones which DON’T have the names of the creator’s fifty-year-old heirs written in as co-authors. My impressions, based on sort-of-reading a couple week’s worth of strips from each:
Frazz: Seems to have a pretty huge ensemble since it’s almost always different characters every day, although they all look an awful lot like Calvin with different heights and hairstyles. Looks like it’s mostly about a school? I don’t know who or what the titular Frazz is yet, but the jokes have been decent.
Retail: It’s Between Failures for the daily paper. The main character (Marla, upon looking it up) is kind of cute. That’s all I can think of to write about it which is not a terribly good sign, but it’s early yet! Impress me, Retail! I’ll give you a chance and keep reading! Not like I wouldn’t anyway. It’s impossible to lose me, I read them all. I read the fucking Wizard of Id. So actually, feel free to doze off behind the counter.
Cul de Sac: Some kids (who live in a cul de sac, I guess?). For the last few days it’s been about cutting weeds in order to dance on a manhole cover. Do weeds grow from manholes? Do you dance on the covers? Is this an actual thing or is “dancing on the manhole cover” an attempt at whimsy, a modern equivalent to Bloom County’s dandelion-snorting? Maybe it’s tap-dancing.
Mutts: I remember this from years ago, and it was trying to guilt-trip people into getting something from the animal shelter back then, too.
Some shitty one-panel comic that’s about an office or something and stars a bunch of potato-like people: beeeeehhhhhh.
Mallard Fillmore: Oh yeah, and we have this. Obviously I’m biased (big ol’ socialist feminist queerified elite-head sushi-liker that I am) but even Mallard’s recent apolitical grammar pedantry failed to please. And I’m nothing if not a pedant-phile! Whatever you can say about this one, though, at least it’s a step above State of the Union, and maybe Bruce Tinsley will get another DUI and I can enjoy a schadensnicker at his strips about how you have to liquor up the eggnog before it’s any good.