Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Snarking When There’s Nothing To Snark

Snark on today’s strip was difficult. I ended up snarking about the voice heard round Milborough, since April’s final panel cry was in probably the biggest letters I have seen in the For Better or For Worse comic strip. Not too funny, but what can I say? Lynn has to at least throw me a bone.

Instead I was handed a storyline involving our favourite special needs girl, Shannon Lake. adrianne_p posting as both Eva and Alexandra basically gift-wrapped me a story about Shannon attacking Jeremy for removing posters of her artwork. Thanks adrianne_p. Shannon Lake is such an easy target, because we have not snarked her a lot in the past and because Lynn keeps on handing us new quirks in her personality. Shannon shows up again in tomorrow’s strip, so I expect more Shannon snarking.

The second story handed me was by qnjones posting as Becky, who asked Jeremy to accompany her to Lilliput’s for the continuing story of Howard the Dog trying to find his true love. It was not anyone in Lilliput’s, which I hope was not a surprise to anyone. This was a trickier one to write, because qnjones filled in such details with lead-off snark and Jeremy was in the presence of Becky for the whole story. Consequently, it was difficult to add anything without seriously deviating from the story described by qnjones.

Tomorrow: Shannon Lake, e-mail addict

2 Comments:

Blogger April Patterson said...

I ended up snarking about the voice heard round Milborough, since April’s final panel cry was in probably the biggest letters I have seen in the For Better or For Worse comic strip. Not too funny, but what can I say? Lynn has to at least throw me a bone.

Aw, you remind me of the Abyssinian cat my family had when I was little. He felt it was his duty to hunt and bring home his catch every day. This cat was a master hunter--even after a neighbor insisted we put a bell on his collar to give the birds a chance, he still managed to catch a critter each day.

Anyway, one day the pickings were so slim, it looked as though he'd have to come home empty-pawed. He couldn't stand that, so he appeared on the windowsill with a twig in his mouth. Like, "Sorry, humans, but this was the best I could do today."

Thus you and the shout heard through Milborough. As you know, I decided not to dignify that strip by making any reference to it whatsoever. :P

7:15 AM  
Blogger howard said...

Your kitty sounds cute. I have to go hunting some snark now.

10:25 AM  

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