I’ve noticed that Viewership and Visitor stats are down for the site. While there are no reasons provided for the reductions, it could be any of several things: a) the posts are too boring; b) they are too long; c) people gave up on the comic strip; or d) all of the above. In addition, I’ve been told that I write too much. I reckon yesterday was one of those days. But I don’t want this to simply be anotherMark Trail “snark site” posting one or two biting remarks a day. So, I’ll start by trying to tighten up the prose. I can see that I’m already headed for trouble.
Rivera thankfully spared us from viewing the graphic depiction of tangled fishing line being removed from Connor’s hands. Cliff showed up in time with coffee so Mark can ponder why things are going wrong. He apparently doesn’t understand grammar very well, as he uses “they” and “these guys” when it was only Connor giving him grief. I think Cliff sees through Mark’s lament and suggests the hike to give Mark time to get himself sorted out. Panel 4 suggests he hasn’t figure that out yet. Thoughts?
As another week concludes, some of you look forward (I hope) to this modest (okay, verbose) weekly digest as a way to keep abreast of Lost Forest Follies without having to wander through the briars and brambles of its daily treks. But be of good cheer, for I will fear no lanternfly. My baggie and spray protect me. Mark’s grandiose plan for hosting a men’s survival retreat to protect inexperienced dudes from getting victimized by phony survival books (such as the one used by Connor) finally began its inaugural class this week. Huzzah!
Well, almost. Mark’s survival retreat for men got watered down to an Introduction to Fishing seminar, inside the De-Bait Team’s fishing lodge. Rivera skipped us past the plan’s revision and organizing phases, including how it was that the initial class wound up with only three students: A game warden, lonely because his wife was on vacation; a nattily dressed fellow named Eli who just likes fishing; and Connor, who immediately began a week-long tirade of insulting Mark.
While inside the lodge, Mark figured it was a good place to teach the class how to cast a fishing line (rather than doing this outside). Can we blame Rivera for a lack of fishing experience or is she simply indulging in more Mark Trail Mockery? She focused most of the week on Connor, who managed to entangle his hands in fishing line, while blaming Mark. It was a missed opportunity. Had this happened outside, Connor might have suffered another accident, such as falling into the river and drowning. The week ended with Mark berating himself for thinking up this whole stupid idea. But the drama continues on Monday. Until then . . .
Now this is very interesting. It led me to discover that the European Robin and its American Cousin are not really related, as the American Robin is part of a different genus: Their similarity is cosmetic. The topic was interesting enough for me to do a bit of research. Biology shows that the European Robin (and some other birds) do utilize electromagnetic fields of the earth to help navigate during migration. This process is not fully understood, as far as I can tell, but does not appear to be in doubt. But I saw no mention of animals exhibiting their own electromagnetic fields, or robins using each other’s magnetic field for navigating. Rivera clearly has sources I do not and I’m not a biologist. The literature is complex, so I may just be misreading things. Anybody out there experienced enough to shed any light?
Okay, where the heck is Cliff? He should be here helping out, especially when his good buddy, Connor, is having a meltdown. So why would Rivera drop Cliff from this story just after introducing him? Perhaps he is outside, prepping bait and boats.
I suppose there are people who somehow are able to get their hands completely wrapped up in fishing line, even when the line is clearly still looped through the pole. That takes a special skill! But I think the court is still out on whether Connor has PTSD or is just a PITA. Or both. It’s not surprising he has relationship problems. I can’t sympathize too much with Mark’s frustration: He brought this largely on himself. He also agreed to provide relationship advice to the guys, even though he has no professional experience. And—I presume—he approved of Connor’s participation.
Art Dept. Did you all notice that sometimes Rivera recognizes that light and dark exist, and that objects and figures have volume? Check out panel 3, where Mark and his shirt are cast in shadow. But this isolated, cool bit of three-dimensional illusion only makes the rest of the figures look flatter and starker.
For those coming in late, panel 1 illustrates the second view of a fish (trout, perhaps?), as first discussed this past Wednesday. And as usual, Rivera mocks the image with her Batman TV Show sound effect.
Faced with the obvious, we have to wonder why the De-Bait Team members call Connor a friend. He certainly acts self-absorbed, irrational, and paranoid. Perhaps it will come out that he is also a vet and suffers from PTSD. We’ll see how this develops. That reminds me, just where did Mark’s best friend, Cliff, run off to?
I’m guessing you might be as puzzled as I am as to what those ovals are beneath Connor’s eyes in panel 4. I’ve seen Rivera draw them on other faces before, but I have no idea what they are supposed to represent. Any ideas, people? They’re certainly not Roger McGuinn’s granny glasses.
Great, we’re done with introductions. Time to fish. For an instructor, Mark doesn’t seem very practical. The last place you want to teach people how to cast a fishing line is inside a building, especially when you have a river just outside! It’s like teaching somebody how to swim while in the desert. C’mon, Mark! You can’t be that dense! I suppose the real question is (see how I avoided the obvious pun?) “Why the heck is Rivera making Mark look like a dope?”
If practicing to cast is the joke-of-the-day, the usual joke clichés are sinkers flying through windows, lamps breaking, and Mark getting pelted by errant casts (it would serve him right, too!). A snarled line is also a valid punch line, but it’s underwhelmingly illustrated here, barely discernable.
Art Dept. Speaking of drawing, the first two panels are well composed, and Mark is nicely drawn (panel 2). But the artwork starts going off the rails in panel 3 with its lopsided perspective and odd proportions. By panel 4, Mark appears to be having a frontal cranial implosion, though it might be justified.
An old-timer once told me “Beware of Evil”, or perhaps it was “be ware of eve hill”. My recollection is hazy, so I’m uncertain. He might have said “Be warm on Eve Hill!”, which is a standard greeting between skiers at a remote mountain lodge in Zuni, Virginia.
Well, dang! Now I forgot my point. No matter, on to today’s exciting installment of Mark Trail.
Hoo-boy! This story is just moving right along … like a car without fuel. So what is the point of all this? Sure, it’s always a good idea to flesh out characters, even the supporting cast. But is Rivera going to take all week to do this?
As for Mark’s fellow woodsman, Ranger Shaw, what’s with his “fill the void” confession? Is he a newlywed? He may not make it to long-term spouse status if he thinks there is an equivalence between his wife and a fish.
Art Dept. The fish drawing looks pretty good. I like this convention of showing the fish “in the water”, which is about the only way you can show a live fish without depicting it leaping out of the water.
Okay, so this is now a fishing retreat. What happened to the forest survival idea? I reckon that it must have been abandoned as too grandiose. But we’re backtracking: Mark already introduced himself yesterday, along with his now absent BFF, Cliff.
It makes sense that Connor signed up for the retreat, but Holy Moly! Apparently, gratitude is not part of his repertoire of social skills. No wonder he has relationship problems.
But I like the fact that the participants all get matching fishing vests, like a uniform. It’s a simple way to create a sense of belonging, right? Did Mark think of that idea or was it maybe Naomi, the female member of the De-Bait Team, who is otherwise not a visible part of this retreat?
Art Dept. I don’t know about you, but I wish Rivera would quit drawing posed, taxidermist animals in the foreground, as if they are some kind of long-running gag of the strip’s tradition for depicting wildlife.
Things can move fast in Lost Forest. Last time we saw Mark, he was talking up his plans for the big retreat. Not only did Mark con the De-Bait Team into letting him use their lodge, they already have their first group of … only three paying customers. Holy Cow! How is Mark going to make this retreat idea pay off?
Anyway, where’s the joke here? Did Rivera (or Mark) forget the punchline? Usually, the joke goes something like this: “Teach a man to fish … and he’ll have another way to waste time and money.” Maybe it’s just me. Help me out, people!
Art Dept. It sure looks like Rivera was itchin’ to get out to the beach early, as the artwork in these three panels grows progressively less refined. I’ll leave you with this visual puzzle: What do you think is behind the windows in panel 2?
As most of you know, I add a title to Mark’s and Cherry’s adventures. This can make it a little easier when searching through prior strips, as the titles show up under the Categories label. However, I’ve not yet been able to settle on names for either Mark’s or Cherry’s latest adventures. With regard to Cherry, I’m not even sure what the actual point of the story is just yet. My current assumption is that it will still have something to do with an outdoor festival. Moving on to the review:
We returned to Cherry this past week to see her walking through the Sunny Soleil Society’s gardens with Violet, looking for anything that will give Violet a purpose to enjoy the outdoors. She came up with an outdoor winter festival. Violet was excited by the prospect, especially as she saw an opportunity to play her harp (not sure what kind). Walking past the old bee-headed pioneer statue (cf “Sunny and the Bees”), they came upon a little-used hexagonal meeting/performance hall. Thinking it could be useful, they opened the double-doors, only to be knocked tail-over-teakettle by a swarm of bats that had taken refuge inside. The week ended with the two ladies sitting on the ground and commiserating over the shock.
So where does the story go from here? We’ll likely have to wait a few weeks to find out if this is yet another short tale. In the meantime, squander a few minutes of your time on today’s nature exposé.
People older than they want to admit may recall a red fox named Ferdie in an early episode of the animated cartoon series “Caspar the Friendly Ghost.” He and Caspar were friends, until Ferdie met his end at the hands of a hunter. This resulted in Ferdie turning from red to white as he became a ghost fox, a rare species not usually mentioned in discussions on foxes. But he and Casper remained friends, at least as long as the series lasted.
But it was not destined to last. When the series ended, Ferdie the ghost fox fell on hard times as roles for ghost foxes became as hard to find as, well, ghosts. Ferdie was apparently an “extra” in some of the Ghostbuster movies but was not able to get royalties. A proposed talk show failed to materialize. He turned to drinking but discovered he couldn’t hold his liquor. Ferdie’s depression only increased when he realized that even suicide was no longer possible. Ferdie tried to sue Casper and his animation studio for wrongful death and illegally withholding earnings, but he didn’t stand a ghost of a chance of winning. Ferdie has not been seen in years.
Perhaps Rivera is working on the assumption that if a story has no legs, then give it wings? Earlier I mentioned the statue-and-bees story (cf “Sunny and the Bees”) from 2021. There is, in fact, a similarity in story structure here: a) Violet and Cherry work on a garden project; b) the object of attention (statue, old hall) needs maintenance of some sort; c) when the object is uncovered/opened, the two are strafed by flying pests (bees, bats), resulting in d) Violet wanting to eradicate them. Is Violet going to call on Honest Ernest, like she did before?
Rivera’s gratuitous narration box in panel 3 not only fails to provide anything new or even humorous but makes no sense: Activities (“cleaning out the old hall”) do not go batty; people do. One wonders if today’s strip was designed primarily to make this “joke” or if Rivera felt the need to add a humorous comment because the story, alone, would not stand. Clearly, Cherry’s comment in panel 3 is a good enough ending on its own and even lightly humorous. It’s a more natural “in context” jest than the forced “humor” of the narration box. This kind of overemphasis of the punchline is not unique to Rivera. In fact, several joke-a-day strips often overstate their humor with gratuitous post-punchline comments. A good punchline does not need additional support.
Violet must ruin hats like I do tee shirts. Of course, since Violet is a parody of traditional Southern genteel ladies and culture, she is doomed to regularly experience disappointment, embarrassment, and exposure. Today is no exception.
But does this event signify the ending of their latest adventure, just as it was getting off the ground? Will Violet slink back to the safe confines of her office, leaving Cherry to look on in bemused sympathy? At least Cherry and Mark can exchange their experiences with bats (You’ll need to go back to the December 2015 archives to find the start of Mark’s bat cave story).
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