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I am enjoying Zipper and Jeff taking a bubble bath in the hot tub. It is visual confirmation of their wonderful immaturity. It could only be improved by them sipping Kool-Aid out of champagne flutes.
Watching Jeff and Zipper commiserate at Jeff's pad, I hereby move that GBT commence a movie of the two taking a cross-country trip across America. He could call it "Zipp and Zipperer," or, since Jeff would probably be in the driver's seat, "Rascal and Rascaler."
Since when does Jeff "live in the real world." Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. The irony. Kudos to GBT!
There's something awfully ironic about Jeff trying to bring ZIpper down to reality. Then again, this could be seen as payback for him trying to stick a pin in Jeff's 'accomplishments' even if it was seemingly in jest.
Supreme irony. Today's strip, Jeff: "I live in the real world." The biggest laugh out loud in the strip for ages. Certainly had me wiping coffee off my computer screen.
I see a (soon-to-be) classic statement in the current Mudline, by Cher, of all people. Worth re-reading, and re-noting!
I'm wondering who will choose the music for Alex and Toggle's blessed event. And will Jeff appear as himself or as The Red Rascal on so prime a babe-spamming occasion? Given the potential encounters, this wedding deserves at least a month of strips.
I'm very uncomfortable with the Alex-Toggle wedding plan series because we're the people being skewered -- the "peace, love, dope" generation of the 60s and 70s, me and the people I emulated. I'm not saying that it's not accurate; it's just that being on the receiving end can be painful.
I read the Flashbacks daily, and I see that 25 years ago today (May 14) Duke uttered one my all-time fave Doonesbury lines. "Well, to generate short term profits, of course..." Thank you for understanding.
I read Mr. Speaker's remarks three times -- just to make sure he hadn't said "histrionic" instead of "historic." A wonderful collection of adverbs, by the way!
Saturdays strip: What a thought -- that Toggle could be Tony Iommi or Ozzy Osbourne's love child and therefore half British. If he's Ozzy's then his own reality TV show is imminent.
Alex, elope. You can have a quiet little wedding at the courthouse/city hall and then the popster can throw a big reception/party for you later. It can work.
So Toggle may have been fathered by a member of Black Sabbath? I can hear the screams of anguish from the Motley Crue HQ: "Noooooo! I am Leo's dad!" Are we about to see a literal "battle of the bands" at the wedding?
I have been following Doonesbury.com for a long, long time. It never "gets old." Thanks for keeping it going, Garry Trudeau!
I'm so glad hubby and I (and the sons) ran away from home to make it "official." The oldest gave me away and the youngest was the best man, hubby's sister was our witness -- we told no one else what we were up too. Every wedding we've been too since then has only confirmed that "slipping out the back" was the right move.
I think Leo's dad was "with" Motley Crue, but as a roadie. He was a nice college kid who took the summer off to work with the band. Now he's a college prof who never married because he never found someone who touched him like that one-night-stand wild redhead. When Leo's mom gets in touch with the band, they'll remember him. She'll find him, and tell him about Leo. He'll be thrilled to have a son, and there'll be a double wedding.
Uh-oh! I'm afraid this is going to turn out strange and we'll find out Leo's father is one of the characters. My guesses would be cut down to two, Jimmy Thudpucker not being the kind of gig I think Leo's mother would go to: Sal Doonesbury (which would make it really ironic as he's Alex's uncle and he advertised condoms) or Uncle Duke.
My heart just breaks for Toggle. The weariness as he lies in bed while his mother goes on a belated, casual hunt to discover his father speaks volumes. No wonder he joined the military and worked his whole life to be a stand-up guy. He was trying to be the role model he never had in a father. It's heartbreaking, yet also heartwarming to see how Toggle has adapted and overcome.
I hope Leo has a talk with his Mom. He doesn't need a sperm donor at his wedding. He wants the only person who worked hard to raise him. The one who taught him the values of loyalty and sacrifice. The one who saw him off to be a soldier. The one who was there for him when he came back broken. The one who is willingly letting him go (even if she doesn't understand his future wife). Maybe it's time Leo's Mom had a name. She should be appreciated more because of, not in spite of, her social standing. I see her everywhere.