Marmaduke is a comic that is as old as my parents. It’s been drawn by the same fellow, one Brad Anderson, since 1954, and since the fateful day of its creation Marmaduke has served as a daily reminder that you don’t have to be funny or talented to be syndicated in newspapers nationwide.
I once read the entire Marmaduke comic described succinctly as “The big dog is on something you want.” I think there’s an even simpler explanation: the cartoonist is not funny at all.
Harg Barg Burg was a good friend of mine who drew obtuse, mind-bending comics before he went insane. The last remains of my good friend are on display.
Harg’s death has made me depressed. I wonder what will happen if I try to deal with the depression the way Harg did. Ha ha ha! This is fun….
To see the first of the comics Harg left me, go to this crate in his attic.
Harg Barg Burg was a good friend of mine who got in a race with concrete. The good news is, he was moving way faster, but the bad news is, he rear-ended the concrete. And by rear-ended, I mean fell on and busted open his skull, but that strays away from my pretty little metaphor.
Here, Harg Barg Burg tried something different, but I think it just upset him.
