Hey, Michael (yesterday's comments)! Mallard's back in his beanbag again! Scarfing down the usual box of Godknowswhatsis. But now he's wearing a kicky polka-dot shirt! That brings up questions about his sexual orientation!
I'd rant about the strip, but...ehhhhh. Boring McSuckshit.
Mallard's living room is always a depressing scene.
You'd have to assume that not only is Mallard living alone, but has given up hope on changing that situation - in the otherwise barren room, there's a beanbag that seats only one, and a TV a couple feet in front of it. I imagine the rest of the room is littered with empty beer cans, empty pizza boxes, and porn. And he lounges around in that hideous sweater, and no pants. Mindlessly staring at the TV and eating some generic snack every single night. He's supposed to be a respectable newscaster, and he goes home to this scene? Depressing.
Mallard is supposed to represent the common man. Here he is camped in front of the boob tube with his box of Purina Duck Chow watching this stupid show. How can he complain about the "people who watch these shows"?
I didn't even know or care what house flipping was until Mallard brought it up.
I still don't care about it, but here's a hint: if there's nothing but crap on cable, DON'T PAY FOR CABLE. I avoid reality TV and all the stupidity involved by simply not watching it.
I can't name any besides American Idol and Extreme Home Makeover that I know run this season, and that's only because of the marketing of one and the general warm fuzziness of the other.
I spent some time absolutely ADDICTED to HGTV last year (I was in the hospital for a week - military insurance as a dependent closest to "socialized medicine" we'll ever get - and one of the channels was HGTV) and I never saw any show that mentioned flipping a house - I've only seen that on commercials on A&E. (Crossing Jordan, hello.)
In more important news, I just got Stephen Colbert's book! Yay!
I just saw Sunday's Mallard Fillmore. Way to "support the troops," you gross, revolting little creep. (He's more offended by celebrities and pop music than by the inadequate armor given to soldiers in harm's way.)
If you read comic books at all, the brand new Captain Carrot And The Zoo Crew mini-series from DC Comics (about superheroes in a world of talking funny animals) mentions a duck president who had to step down in disgrace. Guess what his name was.
Actually around 1971 National Lampoon had an Alfred E. Neuman type mascot named Mallard Fillmore as well, predating both Capt. Carrot and Bruce Tinsley. He never lasted beyond the debut issue however.
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Hey, Michael (yesterday's comments)! Mallard's back in his beanbag again! Scarfing down the usual box of Godknowswhatsis. But now he's wearing a kicky polka-dot shirt! That brings up questions about his sexual orientation!
I'd rant about the strip, but...ehhhhh. Boring McSuckshit.
Mallard's living room is always a depressing scene.
You'd have to assume that not only is Mallard living alone, but has given up hope on changing that situation - in the otherwise barren room, there's a beanbag that seats only one, and a TV a couple feet in front of it. I imagine the rest of the room is littered with empty beer cans, empty pizza boxes, and porn. And he lounges around in that hideous sweater, and no pants. Mindlessly staring at the TV and eating some generic snack every single night. He's supposed to be a respectable newscaster, and he goes home to this scene? Depressing.
Mallard is supposed to represent the common man. Here he is camped in front of the boob tube with his box of Purina Duck Chow watching this stupid show. How can he complain about the "people who watch these shows"?
Mallard...you ARE "the people who watch these shows."
I didn't even know or care what house flipping was until Mallard brought it up.
I still don't care about it, but here's a hint: if there's nothing but crap on cable, DON'T PAY FOR CABLE. I avoid reality TV and all the stupidity involved by simply not watching it.
I can't name any besides American Idol and Extreme Home Makeover that I know run this season, and that's only because of the marketing of one and the general warm fuzziness of the other.
How many can Mallard name?
I spent some time absolutely ADDICTED to HGTV last year (I was in the hospital for a week - military insurance as a dependent closest to "socialized medicine" we'll ever get - and one of the channels was HGTV) and I never saw any show that mentioned flipping a house - I've only seen that on commercials on A&E. (Crossing Jordan, hello.)
In more important news, I just got Stephen Colbert's book! Yay!
That messy duck.
I just saw Sunday's Mallard Fillmore. Way to "support the troops," you gross, revolting little creep. (He's more offended by celebrities and pop music than by the inadequate armor given to soldiers in harm's way.)
If you read comic books at all, the brand new Captain Carrot And The Zoo Crew mini-series from DC Comics (about superheroes in a world of talking funny animals) mentions a duck president who had to step down in disgrace. Guess what his name was.
(Let's see if Tinny hires a lawyer over this.)
Hiring a lwayer wouldn't be a good idea. According to http://www.toonopedia.com/mallardf.htm, the Zoo Crew Mallard came first.
Notice the implication that Mallard (and, by extension, Tinsley) actually loses sleep over what happens on these TV shows.
Actually around 1971 National Lampoon had an Alfred E. Neuman type mascot named Mallard Fillmore as well, predating both Capt. Carrot and Bruce Tinsley. He never lasted beyond the debut issue however.
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