Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for August 28, 2010

Zing!

What a great comic strip!

Trying out another Police sign again, I see. Maybe they get a free trial deal.

Think I’ll try talking to people in BOLD FACE.

Slaps forehead with amazement….

I see Tracy stopped at the Police Diner again!

After reading this comic strip for some time, I’m getting the slight impression that its quality might be a bit substandard. Just a vague feeling, of course.

Panel 1: Nice outfit. Is she a flying saucer stewardess?

No need to fill us squares in. There hasn’t been enough action to confuse anyone, whether they are hip or not.

I wonder where the line starts to get a job like Tracy’s.

It doesn’t look all that hard, all you do is stand around and ask silly questions, and occasionally run in terror and try to hide from the bad guys who are trying to kill you (but never seem able to because they’re dumber than posts and couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn even when standing next to it).

You don’t even have to do any actual detective work. Man, what a deal. The only problem is that the line for the job must stretch for miles, so the odds of getting it don’t look particularly good.

The Police Station has morphed into the 3 Strikes game from “The Price is Right”.

Um, it looks like Tracy has grown his hair long and his eyebrows have thickened, and what’s with his flat nose? Yikes!

Fill in the squares… Get it Ms Sue Doko? Squares?

Ahem SNERK

That’s the worst attempt at a pun I’ve ever seen.

SHAME ON YOU!

He just killed three panels to get in his “fill in the squares” pun. What a waste of space.

Today Tracy is holding his 9-key phone much like a human being holds a phone, though he can’t really pass for human. His forefinger is much longer than his middle finger.

Sue, on the other hand, is doing something really odd with her phone. There must be superglue involved but it’s hard to figure how it is kept from falling even with superglue. I guess it’s glued both to her ear and to one fingertip.

She isn’t really confident in her anti-gravity bracelet. Notice how she spreads her fingers to catch it just in case the anti-gravity fails.

Maybe it’s an anti-gravity phone too? No, she can’t be holding it down in that position without superglue any more than she could be holding it up.

In the future, womens’ clothing will be bizarre and ugly. Well, we knew that, from television & movies….

-Cougar :{)

Nice mullet, Spacy!

Love, B.O.

Saturday morning is here at last Time for me to break my fast Oh, how I wish I had stayed in bed And not read this strip instead But I did and that is done My psyche scarred by the atrocious pun Numbers were her reason for being The real world she was not seeing To her Trey-D’s death was a shock While Tracy dispensed his usual schlock But tomorrow brings us the color strip Any bets it won’t be a pip? We will see Sue D with her facial hue And a Crimestoppers which we shall rue So come back again to see the wreck Of a once fine comic turned to dreck.

Thanks marvee, for the other day.

Groan…

I would have loved seeing a fourth panel showing Macy falling backwards saying, “HAR-HAR-HAR!” And the lovely Ms. Doku thinking, “Are you sure ‘Head’ isn’t your middle name, Doofus?”

LOL oooooooooo Morrow, that’s baaaaaaaad!! ;)

Tracy has a serious case of Brezhnev-brow going here. Unfortunately, it’s not enough to take my mind off the writing…or lack thereof.

Runs With Beer–I was scratching my head over “fill in the squares” until I read your post and then it penetrated my thick skull.

Very clever,Mr. Bond.

Marvelous, WW!

“Fill in the squares”? Does that mean “Fill in me, and Liz, and Sam, and the rest of the Nappingville PD”?

You know, if you were going to create a comic strip that was entirely about people talking on cell phones, it would still have fewer phone conversations than this one.

You’re welcome, WW. And you’ve done it again!

As Sue mourns the death of her employer, Tracy makes puns about her unusual name.