Not your father's Oldsmobile,

But it is my mother's comic strip.

While the SF Chronicle is not the best city paper in the world, it was almost worth the student rate to subscribe just for the comics. Now I get my morning/evening fix online (however, I do miss being able to take the Datebook/comics section into the private reading room).

My favorite comic these days, hands down, is Pearls Before Swine (if you tune in now, it's a running gag of what packs of Meerkats do in the burrow while the lookout stands watch).


I remember my mother was a loyal reader of what I considered the "non-comic-comics": the likes of Mary Worth and Apartment 3G. Now some clever and creative people with way too much time on their hands have greated mini movies of Mary Worth--acting out the strips into daily dramas, and imitating the poses of the panels in a grainy, black-and-white style evocative of old existential German cinema.


Mary Worth: the Movies

Sorta shows how asinine the dialog is. And it's a little surreal. Keep watching; maybe Mary will play chess with Death or something.