Rivera pushes the double-entendres

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Just what in the heck does Mark have in his backpack that he needs a waist strap while on a casual walk in the woods: A foldup cot and tent? A boom box? A fully-stocked picnic basket?

So we are viewing Mark and Cherry’s nature walk in Lost Forest, where we espy Spanish Moss (Tillandsia usneoides) hanging from the trees. Well, I’m guessing Spanish Moss is what Rivera had in mind, as opposed to soggy “bathroom tissue” that kids like to use when papering houses. Spanish Moss is not always white and is really more curly-cued and stringy. It shows up as far north as the Dismal Swamp in south east Virginia, near where I grew up. Longtime readers will recall one of Mark’s infamous boat explosions taking place on Lake Drummond (scroll the Great Dismal story on this web site).

I reckon we won’t get to see another view of those eagles, especially their nests. From what I’ve read, the nests are actually very large and very deep to accommodate the size and weight of the birds. Maybe Mark will discuss it this coming Sunday. Otherwise, we might as well settle back, put on some good music, and sip some wine as we vicariously walk along with Mark and Cherry, while we await the usual phone call from Bill Ellis. It’s bound to happen. I think it is a contractual obligation.

There’s no business like nature business!

If Jules Rivera wants to give Mark Southern manners, she should be consistent! On Monday it’s “Miss Venus”; on Tuesday it’s just “Venus”; and today it’s “Miss Verité. The first example is the most traditional, though it wasn’t used all that much in the corner of Virginia where I grew up. I was brought up to respond to all adults (even relatives) as “Sir”, “Ma’am”, “Mister lastname“, Mrs. lastname,” “Uncle firstname”, or “Aunt firstname”, but never just first names! It’s a habit I still automatically follow, much to the amusement of my wife and friends where I live now, since that didn’t seem to be the tradition here.

Getting back to Mark, we see that it’s time for another post-assignment “Nature Walk”, where I think the proper translation is “Let nature take its course.” Living in a cabin probably doesn’t provide enough privacy, hence the backpack walks. But where is Cherry coming from in panel 1? Is there a hitherto undisclosed separate cabin where Mark writes up his reports? Or did Cherry just get back from another “Nature Walk”?

Now that’s a full mouth of teeth!

Sure, Venus! Since Mark is a nature photojournalist, he’d just love to support even more competition for jobs with Bill Ellis. I’m sure he’ll give you an amazing referral.

But as a supposed wordsmith, Mark can sometimes be casual with his adjectives. Venus Verité may have come through to help Mark complete his article with her photos, but is that being a lifesaver? No doubt, he is using the term in its metaphorical sense. But it’s a poor pun, all the same.

I might be slow but I don’t know what Mark is talking about with “spreading the word” in panel 2. Does he mean spreading the word about their flash flood, or about flash floods in general? I reckon he doesn’t mean spreading the word about the Hog Hunting Heroines. The less said, the better?

As a side note I do try to resist being too thorough or detailed in my posts, though the length of my posts argues against that aspiration <sigh!>. That is, I want to leave things you can bring up, if you are inclined. So if you have reactions to any post of mine or see anything in a strip that is worth a word or two, feel free to post a comment! The more you comment, the less I’ll feel inclined to include in my posts. Is that a win-win? One warning: There might be a short delay in your comment getting posted, as we had an issue with trolling a while ago and I had to enable some screening features.

Does Mark have a crush on “Miss Venus”?

Wow, an epilog, after all. Good. Today’s strip follows the time-honored Mark Tail tradition of an immediate transition back home, while ignoring the details of the aftermath, at least so far. This is only Monday, so we may yet hear more about the fate of Tess, Jess, and the Hog-Hunting Heroines.

I’ve noticed that Jules Rivera has started putting in old-school Southern politeness into Mark and Cherry’s conversation, like the “Miss Venus” statement. Are we supposed to believe that Mark actually sounds like a Georgia Cracker? Seems odd to me. One thing odd is that he doesn’t talk like that to every person he meets.

So it sounds like Mark actually brought along his camera and his phone on a camping trip that he knew was bound to have serious trouble from the storm and possible flood. Mighty careless of Mark.

Art Dept. Rivera must have missed drawing Lost Forest, based on panel 1, where she stuffed in as many things as she could, except Ralph the Rat Snake. In spite of the crowding (or abundance), it’s mostly fine, with nice grass details in the foreground. But I continue to be disappointed at the slapdashery of the trees she inserts. Okay, I’ll admit it! I also think the close-up balloon mirroring Mark inside the cabin is excessive and unnecessary. But aside from all of that ….

The Week in Review and the Sunday Nature Chat

It looks like another Mark Trail Adventure has come to a watery end. After leading the wet and anxious hunters up a hill to safety, Mark and the group sat down, soaked and tired, and took stock: Venus Verité was the only person who managed to get dressed and also the only person who managed to have a phone. So she called emergency services. Meanwhile, the rivalry between Mark and Tess continued, as she baited Mark and falsely claimed credit for saving everybody. There were two further events that caused readers here and elsewhere to scratch their heads:

In the first instance, Mark made a phone call to Cherry, but the phone he used didn’t match in color with the phone that Venus had. Seeing that everybody else was in their pajamas or union suit, we have to wonder where it came from, unless the color change was an accident. In the second instance, some anonymous background people started to drift into the panels, apparently being other campers who also foolishly ignored the weather reports. Nobody in Mark’s group seemed terribly put-out, which diluted the seriousness of the incident. Soft endings are typical for Rivera’s stories.

Rivera did not spend time on the larger-scale implications of the flash flood and its effects on the area. While not critical to the story, it might have added some useful information about a serious and sometimes deadly event. Alternatively, it could made a good lead-in for a Sunday strip, but that did not happen today, either. My wife says I just expect too much from life.

Creating a custom title panel for every Sunday page has been a regular feature since Jules Rivera took over. While not every title panel hits a home run, many are inventive, if not at least interesting. and this one is especially effective, while being quite simple. Why? A capybara literally barks out the name of the strip, echoing the animal’s characteristic warning call that Mark explains later in the strip. Some readers might see this as a “Welcome!” sign, whereas others might find it a just-in-time “Warning!” sign.

What is a capybara and why has the Internet fallen in love with them?” Sounds like one of those phony online ads you see on your email server and places like YouTube. I’m on the Internet more than I want to admit, but I haven’t seen any love being directed to capybaras. Have you?

And that seems to be all she wrote. Literally.

As more and more strangers mysteriously appear in the background (testifying to the fact that Tess Tigress and the Hog-Hunting Heroines were not the only foolish campers), Rivera wraps up another Mark Trail adventure. We must assume that emergency services will eventually show up and everybody will get back home. Practical issues such as finding or replacing personal belongings, equipment, and ruined SUVs are not the stuff of adventure stories, it seems. Well, this kind of “suddenly, the end!” is typical for Mark Trail stories:  Survive a landslide in Nepal one day, eat flapjacks with the family the next day.

What are we to take from this flood disaster story, other than Tess’s narcissism and Mark’s pragmatic defeatism? Well, we got a flash flood story that downplayed any actual serious effects. Nobody was seriously in danger. Nobody died. No crop fields were destroyed. No animals lost their lives. Whatever property was destroyed or lost is simply ignored. Was there a widespread disaster or was it just the campground? That “river” of floodwater behind the group certainly suggests something much, much bigger. But that’s a subject for a different comic strip, perhaps. In short, Jules Rivera did a bit of disservice by treating the flood as just fodder for Mark in yet another contest of wills with the opponent of the month.

But, it’s time to say “Adios, amigos!” to this group of forgettable characters as we are also left wondering what the point was for introducing Venus Verité into the story. Was it just so she could be the person with a working phone? Hard to support, since we saw Mark using a phone that didn’t look like the phone Venus had. Was it to add some uptown spice to a warming tray of country hicks? Or was Venus added to the story because Jules Rivera wanted to pay homage to a friend or idol of hers? Shucks, I don’t know. I’m just asking.

The “All’s Well” phone conversation continues

Give the man a break, Cherry! Mark is on assignment. The immediate danger is past and he is safe. You can just move on to your own next job. Speaking of which, I wonder whether Cherry is now a full-time employee of the Sunny Soleil Society or still just an independent contractor. She used to have her own landscaping and gardening business, as you may recall, but that seems to have dried up. That’s a shame, as it shuts down other story options.

Anyway, get off the phone, Mark! I’m sure other campers need to get in touch with their significant others, too! You can see them standing around you, Mark, waiting for you to hang up. And given that there isn’t a source of electricity out there, that battery is likely already low.

Oh, By The Way. No doubt, you have noticed something a bit unusual in panel 4. There seems to be another flood survivor! Is this just an absent-minded flub by Jules Rivera or is she introducing another character into the story at this late date?

Mark lays it all out for Cherry

Appearing to contradict himself, Mark downplays the seriousness of the situation and the plight of his fellow campers, all while modestly praising his rescue of Tess Tigress: “<Sigh!> It was just another heroic rescue. Nothing unusual.” Mark’s account seems to have gotten altered just a bit in the retelling, based on panel 2. “It was a one-handed rescue while I knelt on the shoreline. Easy peasy.” To be fair, don’t we all downplay serious activity to “spare” our friends and loved ones a lot of worry?

(Wait:  Am I saying that Rivera is offering a pertinent critique on (or parody of) the Human Condition that desires to be recognized and appreciated for a personal action, above and beyond, while simultaneously pretending it was a trivial thing that anybody would do? Hmm … that might be too deep for the readers. Better cue the sitcom laugh track for panel 4.)

BTW, where did Mark get that phone? Up until yesterday, only Venue Verité had a phone, and it’s red.

Anybody up for a swim?

There is a lot to unpack here, which is more than we can say for Mark and his group, since the flood seems to have washed away all of their packs, camping gear, hunting equipment, and transportation.  As usual, in times of crisis, everybody asks, WWMD? The ever-optimistic Mark always knows what to do … well, Venus Verité does, in this case. Mark’s big idea is to conquer wet clothing, rather than hunt for lost baggage or vehicles—if they are still present—to see if they will start or have emergency kits. But Mark is certain help will get there soon, as if Emergency Services would give top priority to a group of hunters foolish enough to go camping in the path of a predicted flash flood.

Art Dept. I know what some (or most) of you are thinking: Was Rivera on something when she drew this? Take Panel 1 (please!). Cartoony characters stand around gaping at a landscape that might have come from an LSD trip or a German Expressionist painter. Arms flex in unusual ways. Panels look as if they are in a post-nuclear war wasteland, bereft of flora, fauna, and natural landmarks. But, perhaps the drawings are meant to symbolize the group’s feelings of isolation, despair, and loss. If not the group’s, then ours?

No big wooden boat floated by, but what now!?

As Jess and Tess cuddle in the background in panel 1, it is comforting to see that Jules Rivera injected some moments of reality in today’s installment. The gang realizes that the flood has taken virtually everything. But once again, Venus Verité was the only one prepared. She came out of her tent already dressed and thought to bring her phone. I would have thought—given the impending disaster that Mark had been going on about—that Mark would have had an emergency “Go!” bag in his tent, at the ready. Why he didn’t or wasn’t better prepared is something yet to be explained.

But for the love of Mike, why does Rivera constantly make Mark seem like a reincarnation of Gomer Pyle? He often acts like a hick or gets befuddled by the modern world, as if he had gone to sleep in 1959 and just woken up. Well, he did just wake up, right? Perhaps a better question for Mark in panel 3 would be “That’s just what I need, Venus! Where did you get it?” To be fair, Venus could simply have said “Oh, I have a working phone right here!” instead of acting all “East Coast Elite.” But I reckon that is how she is supposed to be. In short, the hunters are all hicks, but Venus Verité is urban and urbane.

Art Dept. I wonder when Mark became a middle-aged couch potato (panel 2)? Yuck! I think Rivera should have expanded that “Me too!” dialog balloon (which should have included a comma) to cover Mark’s flabby torso. If we’re going to admit that Mark’s union suit is all soggy and baggy, how come Venus looks like she got off the plane? Oh, right: Urban and urbane.

Beat down, Bothered, and Bedraggled

Yes, they are one sorry lot, indeed. Yet, they survived. I’m not sure they made it out of the flood zone if that is the floodwaters just behind them. Props to Jules Rivera, by the way; that’s sure one bedraggled Mark! It’s not clear if any of their equipment or transportation survived the flood; based on the topography, I would assume it has all been washed away or rendered useless.

If true, somebody will have hike into a town to rent a suitable vehicle, assuming everybody didn’t lose their wallets, credit cards, etc. But except for Venus Verité, nobody else is dressed. That’s not good news, either. Well, who knows:  Perhaps Jess’s SUV is still to be found and he has the otherwise bad habit of leaving his wallet inside. But then, there is the issue of where the car fob is ….oops.

The Week in Review and the Sunday Nature Chat

The flash flood continued this past week and worsened, as Mark finally cajoled the team to move to higher ground. Again. Tess remained a flood denier and it seemed like Shania was just uncertain and angry. At times, the sequence of actions seemed confused. Were they going up? Walking in a circle? Not moving at all? It wasn’t always easy to tell. Jess and Tess were at the tail end of a human chain designed to safely ascend a hill. But once again, the drawings were confusing. You’ll just have to go back and look.

Even though it appeared they were ascending, somehow Tess managed to get swept up in the flood waters. Perhaps it was rising very quickly. But swept away she was, even when she seemed to be floating on top of the water. The moment of truth: WWMD? Well, this is Mark’s strip, of course, so he showed up at the waterline (along with the others), found a large tree branch lying around, and jumped in the water to save Tess. Yet, this week ended with Tess blaming Mark.

Is this the end of the story? Could be. It’s a safe bet that it’s the end of the camping trip, since the team lost everything in the deluge.

Now, I wonder which Bill Ellis magazine this story will appear in? Regular readers know that Jules Rivera used to have Bill Ellis assign a story to one of the several magazines he supervises. Not any longer, it seems. None was mentioned this time around. Still, some of  you may appreciate that this is more like the good ol’ days when Mark only interacted with Bill Ellis and his one magazine, Woods & Wildlife. Well, I liked the idea of multiple magazines and editors, as it could have presented an opportunity for different types of assignments and opportunities. Sadly, Rivera never really fleshed out this idea and it gradually disappeared, like so many of Mark’s friends in the past.

Nature webcams can be interesting. We watched the birth and growth of a pair of hummingbirds one summer, up to the point where they literally flew the coop, er, nest, never to return. I suppose I could criticize this public-service announcement by suggesting it would have been handy had Mark listed what the web link was or just explained to those not that web savvy, how to search for it. Other than that, it’s a good Sunday nature subject.

As “they” say, no good deed goes unpunished.

So perhaps we must assume that Mark was trying to think on the run: “Tess is caught in the flood! Quick, pick up that branch. Let’s see…Tell Jess to take this branch of mine to he hold out for me after I collect Tess. No, wait. Too complicated. I’ll jump in with the branch, grab Tess, and have her hold on to it as I swim against the current and drag her out to safety.” Or something like that.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Tess also blamed Mark for the lost and/or ruined equipment, cars, guns, and hog carcasses, and try to sue him for damages. Heck, maybe the trauma will restore her lost memory, as well. This might be a good time for Mark to make an exit, stage right!

Mark prepares to repeat his famous “Save-woman-from-flood” rescue.

Okay, speaking of craziness, I’ll award a gold star to anybody who can explain how “everyone else made it to safety” if everybody else simply came back down the hill to the flood in order to see Tess swept away. Of course, Mark has to rescue her, so there he is in panel 1, walking like an Egyptian. But Tess is floating on top of the water, not in it. Perhaps she happened to land on a branch that is propping her up.

It’s a crazy Twilight Zone world. Mark has conveniently found a branch. Fine, we can go with that. Mark tells Jess to grab the branch while he goes after Tess. Again, the concept is sound. So why is Mark still holding onto the branch in panel 3?  And if he is “bounding toward the water to save Tess”, why he is running in a different direction from where Tess is?

The laws of time and space work differently in the Trailverse, perhaps something like a Moebius strip. I hope Venus is getting some good shots for her “Hog Hunting Heroines Horrific Hunt” article. But if Mark spots a giant boat float by with a bunch of animals looking out the side, he’s about to have bigger problems!

Art Dept. No, I don’t know why Mark is looking up in panel 2.

And awaaay we go!

In terms of plot, today’s sequence makes logical sense:  For one thing, it appears to be in the correct order, compared to yesterday! There is a flood, people are trapped and trying to escape. Somebody falls into danger. All very standard “disaster movie” fare. No matter how much they walk, they either are not getting far, or that flood is really moving and rising quickly. And from what we know of flash floods, especially in open, dry spaces such as canyons and arroyos, that is a reality.

At the same time, some details undermine the action. For example, panel 3 shows the flood threatening to engulf Tess Tigress, which takes place in panel 4. But the last panel also shows one of the tents, suggesting they have not really made any progress moving up!

Next, the textbox in panel 2 states they are moving “through the surging currents.” I’m confused, but I was under the impression that they were moving away from the surging currents.

Art Dept. That squirrel has got to go! It totally ruins the scene. Although the other layouts are fine, the artwork is really, really sketchy; so much so that in panel 4, the barely-visible head of Venus Verité looks like a painted ball! We’ve been following Jules Rivera’s work long enough to think that she is deliberately drawing expressively, rather than naturalistically. I’m suggesting Rivera’s art—often simplistic, sketchy, even crude—may not be this way from a lack of talent or from lack of trying (even though I’ve suggested that from time to time).

Think of a standard song such as Nancy Sinatra’s “These Boots are Made for Walking”, sung in a normal pop fashion with easy-to-understand lyrics. Now go listen to the same song interpreted by the band, Megadeath. It’s a completely different vibe. Unless you understood the lyrics, you might not recognize it at all. Clearly, Megadeath’s aim is something other than a straightforward cover of a 1966 pop song. I think that’s what I’m getting at. Okay, so this goofy idea popped into my head. And I could be totally wrong.

How come Venus is the only person who is dressed? Time to climb, people!

I’m not sure Mark’s logic in panel 1 is accurate. Whole chains of people certain can get washed away, depending on the circumstances. But it’s a good group psychological trick to minimize panic. And it is a shame that Jules Rivera again undercuts the drama and value of Mark’s advice by indulging in buffoonery in panels 2 and 3. A flash flood is a dangerous situation, a guaranteed bit of drama and suspense, made to order. So why piss on it?

This confusion is further exacerbated by a contradiction between the dialog and the imagery in the panels. That is, the dialog follows a chronological sequence, but the images definitely do not. Let me demonstrate (ignore the dialog for the moment):

Panel 1: Everybody climbs the hill as their campsite is flooded and washed away.
Panels 2 and 3: Jess and Venus stand around, not linked arm-in-arm or climbing, while they joke.
Panel 4: The entire crew stands around their campsite at the bottom of the hill.

Now, consider the dialog once again. Logic indicates a more accurate sequence of panels should be P4>P2>P3>P1. We’d have to change the message box in panel 4 to something more applicable: “The group agrees to bug out!”  Like so:

I think the revised sequence builds drama with Mark’s warning coming at the end.

Watch as the Amazing Tess Tigress levitates a blanket in the rain!

Okay, I’m not sure if Tess is levitating a blanket or if the blanket is glued to her back and hands. It’s impressive. For a moment, I thought that shape was the big square tent we saw yesterday, just poorly framed behind “In-Denial” Tess. But there is only sky behind her, and no ground line. You decide!

It’s possible that this crisis could break up the Hog-Hunting Heroines, as Shania and Reba are losing their faith in Tess. And sure, they realized too late that they should have secured the hog carcasses. Tess or Jess should have been aware. I mean, any hunter in the Real World would know not to leave the kill on the ground so predators can snatch or feed on them. This group is just not ready for prime time.

But where the heck is Venus Verité? Is she even awake? Maybe she is half-way up the mountain, taking photos of the disaster.

Art Dept. Before revising this section, I went into detail on problems in panel 3 with regard to Mark’s figure. I think you can all see the problems here. Not sure if it is a technical or a technique issue. But I think it could have worked better with a look-down point of view. This would also have required a two-panel spread to make it work, especially to show the oncoming flood waters Mark is indicating. But that would mean ditching the nice headshot in panel 4. By the way, did the rain wash away Mark’s nose?

ADDENDUM: What a surprise when I opened my newspaper this morning to find that the comics pages are now in full color! And this is the second day of color, but we only discovered it today. My wife was “gobsmacked.” Let me explain: Our newspaper company closed its in-state printer and went with an out-of-state printer for all of its publishing. Maybe that facility has more up-to-date printing services, though I’m pretty sure our newspaper moved away from linotypes and flatbed machines some time ago. Does your newspaper print hardcopy comics pages in color?

“In case of a flood, your tent can be converted into a flotation device.”

I’m going to start off with the most obvious question you all must have: “Does Jess sleep with his hat on?  … Hmm … Okay, maybe that’s not the most obvious question. I’ll rub my big toe and look at a photo of Ringo Starr as I try again to perceive your primary concern:

“What in #(@! is that duck doing in panel 4!?  Well, it ain’t flying! And it doesn’t fit the perspective of the scene in any way. So is it even floating!? The duck doesn’t even seem to recognize it’s raining. In short, I’ve got no good answer. Nothing from history, contemporary culture, or song lyrics comes to mind. Wait, there is something: I’m reminded of Colorforms, a toy first popular in the late 1950s and still around today. Vinyl shapes (e.g. people and objects) are placed and stick onto shiny surfaces with printed scenes. Most of you probably played with them. Some of you may still do that! But the point is, you can literally stick the characters onto the scenes with little or no regard to perspective, location, or common sense.

Well, that’s it. It’s the only thing that comes to mind. I don’t know what was in Rivera’s mind, though.

Next, who is Mark yelling at in panel 1? All the tents and people are behind him! Panic can make you do silly things. And what high ground is Mark referring to? Based on what Mark said earlier (December 19th), they are already camping on high ground! The only higher ground we can see is the big mountain behind them in panel 4. Like the low-volume rain, we have to remember that this is supposed to be drama, not a documentary. So I am probably wrong for trying to make sense of things that are irrelevant.

The Week in Review and the Sunday Nature Chat

Peach Pitt’s dreams of “fashion fame and fortune” under the imprimatur of online influencer Holly Folly were resolved this week; just not in the way Peach originally hoped.

Arguments and denials were the focus of the first half of the week, as Peach rejected the authenticity of photographic evidence Olive and Cherry gathered from the local dump. Of course, this drama could have been avoided had Olive brought Peach to the dump, but stories need drama, right?

Then Rusty showed up at the cabin with a video postcard from Mark. Somehow, his pre-recorded message calmed everybody down. Peach finally agreed to read Holly’s business contract and prepare to negotiate some of the clauses. The expected phone call from Holly finally arrived.

Holly blew up when Peach admitted that not only had she not signed the contract, but she had questions. Holly’s temper tantrum resulted in Peach telling Holly where to stuff her contract. Peach hung up, effectively killing the deal and hopefully ending this story.

From an environmental standpoint this story did at least introduce readers to real-world issues related to “Fast Fashion” clothing and provided a simple way to combat it: Don’t buy it. I’ve cut way back!

The title panel has a good layout, though the imaging of the title is a bit flat. It’s just my outstanding opinion, of course, but I think it would have been punchier if it was slanted to the upper right.

This is a good topic, and timely for those of us who live in places that get snow. What is interesting is that, in spite of the fact that they two birds are not related, they have superficial similarities, what biologists call convergent evolution (of similar features across different lineages), possibly due to similar behaviors and environments. Otherwise, today’s nature strip looks like an elaborate setup to get Mark into a tux for his New Year greeting!

Oh well, it’s back to the weekend town markets!

We see more evidence that Peach has taken Olive’s presentation and evidence to heart. But I’d have demanded to go to the dump for verification.

Still, once Olive and Cherry brought home the evidence, the end to this little adventure came about pretty quickly. There could still be something of an epilog, but we’d have to wait a few weeks while Mark’s madcap hog-hunting adventure continues. And by then, we’d all have forgotten what happened here, meaning Rivera would have to use the entire week to catch us up and cue the ending. Well, another week would be worth it if Rivera used that time for Peach to point out dubious sections of the contract to Holly, giving us a chance to see how she responds to every “What about this clause?

By the way, did you notice that Rusty seems to have disappeared from the story? Last seen on December 25th, I’m guessing he’s back home unwrapping the matching scarf-and-socks set his Grandpa Happy sent him.

Art Dept. A couple of things I like today:  Holly’s face in panel 1 looks correctly articulated to fit the angle of the smartphone. Not always easy to pull off, at least when hand-drawing it. Olive’s pose in the same panel, with crossed arms and tilted head, actually looks natural for once. Too many times the background figures seem to be posed as if they are in a police lineup or a window display.