The Return of Mike P

Hey there, all you cats and kittens. It's Mike P, and I'm back from my month-long (or however long it was) sabbatical. What have I been up to, you ask? You shouldn't have to ask. You should know. Frankly, I'm hurt that you'd even ask such a question. Here it is, though. The Meekrat Entertainment Group. Right now we're finishing up March Meekrat Madness (the fact that March is long over is part of its charm) and starting up Archaic English Society Month, which I made a trailer for. How about that? You should all go and vote and whatnot and enjoy the various bits of fiction and comics and all that jazz. There's no jazz, at least not to my knowledge. Anyway, let's take a look at some comics, ranging from mildly confusing to something which threatens to shatter the very cosmos. Let's begin, shall we? All comics are from the day of this post, unless otherwise noted, and keep in mind you can go to Meekrat on Sundays (or thereabouts) to see even more comic strip commentary by me.

Brevity

Okay, I lied. I'm actually just doing these in some random order. This is neither the enraging or cosmos-breaking one, though. Just one I liked. It's the sort of cheating you might see at any of the events of March Meekrat Madness, really, and considering how the guy won, about the same result as well. What, you need a joke? All right. This gives new meaning to the term shatter-shot.

I never said it would be a good joke...

The Lockhorns

...which is what whoever is doing this comic strip says every day, and five times on Sunday. This example is especially notable because, for some reason, Loretta felt the need to print out Leroy's test pictures and hang them on the wall. One wonders why she, who hates Leroy, would go through all this trouble. Surely not in the service of showing off her husband's lack of technological finesse. Unless this is some sort of weird future Lockhorns where Leroy and Loretta have finally split and the terrible pictures are actually the only remembrances Loretta has of her husband, and she has put them on the wall because she finds that, against all chances, she misses him and her time with him. If this is the case, Loretta's companion will be running out of the house screaming in a few minutes when Loretta shows her the Leroy doll she has made from things she finds of his around the house, such as bits of hair.

Mallard Fillmore

I could have used the exact same lead-in to this comic, and let me tell you, it was an epic show of the decision-making process. Mallard Fillmore tries just so hard to be a pariah, doesn't he? Like Howard the Duck, he wants to be trapped in a world he never made, but unlike Howard, who usually tried to make the best of it, Mallard Fillmore picks random things to harp on about. He's not trapped in a world he never made, he's trapped in a world that hates him, and he made the trap himself. No one likes you, Mallard. And do you know who has no flat-screens in his house? THIS GUY. [points thumbs at self] I know plenty of other people who have no flat-screens, either, so shut up, duck. You are the anthropomorphic duck I like the least.

Now, are you ready for your cosmos to be shattered?

Girls and Sports

This right here? I thought it was actually sort of funny. The world is no longer one I know.

Rose is Rose

I like how everyone else has quasi-profound thoughts, but the guy is just worried about how his dinner threatens to leave his body sooner than he anticipated.

The Buckets

And somewhere, Hank Hill dies a little inside.

There you go, folks. My triumphant return. I'll be back tomorrow with more shenanigans.