The Week in Review and the Sunday Nature Chat

I had a clever metaphor to use in today’s review, but I seem to have misplaced it. If you find it, please let me know.

After being discovered by Honest Ernest at the site of the broken office equipment in Lost Forest, Rusty and Andy had to confront a trio of angry workers holding bats and a sledge hammer. He was rightfully scared. As the trio confessed, they were destroying office equipment in order to work off their anger over their bosses. But they didn’t want anybody to know who they were.

Honest Ernest, Connor (the camper), and an unnamed dude gave Rusty the willies. There was a lot of repetitious dialog throughout the week, as if each day was recreating the previous day’s scene. Honest Ernest ultimately threatened Rusty and his family if he snitched on them. But in true “action movie” fashion, Mark made a timely surprise appearance.

Seems Mark heard Ernest’s threat and countered with his own. Maybe he was channeling Rambo at this point. Lacking only Rambo’s twin machine guns, all Mark could hold against these guys was his “two fists o’ justice.” I commented yesterday about Rivera’s continued use of this phrase, more as parody than anything else. Anyway, can’t wait for Monday? Well, relax today with Sunday!

It is truly amazing how many people foolishly approach wild animals such as moose, bears, and bison for the sake of a photograph or just to pet them. Apparently, the Yellowstone herd are the only bison tracing a pure, direct ancestry back to their prehistoric ancestors. Oh, Rivera accidentally wrote “late 1900s” for the time of their near extinction. It was the late 1800s.

Dukes ex machina?

Of course, Cartoon Hero-Man shows up at the nick of time. At least, that’s how I think Rivera imagines this particular aspect of Mark Trail. Mark makes a melodramatic, tough-guy “Arnold” appearance, wearing the same hunting vest as Connor, both items left over from Mark’s misrun fishing survival school (“For Men Only”).

Pre-Rivera Mark Trail felt a moral obligation to duke it out now and then, but without announcing it to the victim, or bragging about it. Now, Mark (again) spouts this macho cliché that was already trite when only the strip’s critics were saying it. That is the point, I think. Rivera can only treat this as parody. In so doing, Rivera robs the story of virtually any actual suspense and drama. As most readers probably agree, she is not really interested in genuine drama, anyway. But maybe this is what passes for drama in an age of “reality” TV shows such as “Big Brother”, “Survivor”, and “Race to Survive.”

Art Dept. A visual aspect of Rivera minimizing (or avoiding) “drama” can be seen in panel3. Up to this point, the difference in height between Honest Ernest and Rusty has supported Ernest’s dominating personality. But in panel 3, Rusty is nearly at eye level with Ernest. If there was a time when the height difference could have been used to really amplify Ernest’s threat, this was it. One obvious compositional solution would have been to show Rusty’s head just poking up from the lower corner, looking up at Ernest, just as Ernest would then be looking down. Another solution could be to show Ernest in full-face, looking down at “us”, as if we were Rusty. A variation of that scenario would have Rusty’s back to us, standing in silhouette, facing a taller Honest Ernest (not in silhouette) looking down at Rusty as he makes his threat.

Did you miss the past few days? No you didn’t. Just read today’s strip!

Another day, another daily. Rivera continues to recycle the same story elements all week, as if one need only catch a single day to stay on top of the story. I suppose Rivera is stretching this out to accommodate her usual two-week Saturday switch-over.

But why not fill out the week with some variety? For example, the Grungey Boys could have asked Rusty if he’d like to take a swat at the fax. What kid can resist destroying things with a bat?

But then Rusty would become implicated in this illicit activity, making it very difficult for him to rat these guys out to Mark.  Ooh! I think that is the kind of blackmail that Honest Ernest could get behind. It’s both a kind of revenge on Mark and Cherry, as well as protection for his group.

Nyuk! Nyuk! Nyuk! Nyuk! Nyuk!

Well, this was worth sticking around for, right!?! I mean, so much progress was made in the story today that . . ., uh, I mean that it is possible to offer a post-structural analysis of an underlying, Marxist duality that leads us to surmise a progress of hierarchical society based on hexametric poetry and deterministic opposition to logic. Right!?!

Hmm, well, can we intellectually appreciate the triangular arrangement of figures in panel 1 reflecting a simple, if popular, compositional device in painting that goes back to at least 15th century Europe? Hey, some of you must have taken an art history course in the past.

Well, can we at least recognize the repetitions and overlaps in the strip over the past several days as echoes of the chant-like repetitions found in the music of Philip Glass?

Perhaps in the end, all I can really state is “Long Live the Three Stooges!

The Tuesday and Wednesday strips

(News Update: The NTSB just released a report on the cause of the East Palestine, Ohio toxic train crash that Jules Rivera fictionalized in one of her prior stories (“Something Fishy”) last year: https://abcnews.go.com/US/ntsb-reveals-cause-2023-toxic-train-crash-east/story?id=111398249)

But now, let’s catch up with Mark and Friends!

(Tuesday) Hmm, wouldn’t Honest Ernest refer to Rusty more naturally as “Cherry Trail’s kid”? Well, I reckon he’s just an old-school sexist. But speaking of old-school, I’ve made references to Harold Gray’s Little Orphan Annie in the past with regard to writing and to Gray’s inking to create atmosphere. Maybe Rivera noticed, as Andy has taken to imitating the bark of Annie’s dog, Sandy. Why? Maybe it’s because Mark Trail is a vintage, old-school strip and Rivera is riffing on that status.

(Wednesday) Honest Ernest seems to actually be “honest” about his group’s intentions and tells Rusty just what’s going on. Then he turns the tables on Rusty. Will Rusty also be as forthright in his response?

This is fine. Rivera returns Rusty’s story to the foreground in order to move it along. In spite of the appearance of these three dudes, there is nothing actually dangerous here, except as it seems in Rusty’s mind. So it is “age appropriate” in its content. The fact that the story has wandered a bit from Rusty’s original intention to seek revenge on Robbie is also a normal plot device. Stories often evolve from what they originally seem to be about. One problem here is that Mark’s own stories too often seem to have a similar level of danger and drama as Rusty’s. And we expect more.

Trouble in triplicate?

The potential for danger might be more acceptable if we didn’t already know that Honest Ernest is a blowhard and Connor is a coward. As for the third guy, he doesn’t look especially threatening. Of course, to a twelve-year-old, three guys waving blunt instruments has to be scary. Andy’s a big help.

Art Dept. Yeah, I also noticed a change in the color scheme. Perhaps they used a different colorist at the syndicate. We’ll see if this is an anomaly or a change of direction.  

The Week in Review and the Sunday Nature Chat

Having arrived home from school, Rusty found a note from Dad telling him to get the kitchen swept before Cherry gets home. Naturally, Rusty thought he had enough time to go off with Andy and dig up some of Robbie’s broken controllers.  Wait! Didn’t Rusty already dig up the controllers? Pappa Mark said he did, at least to Ranger Shaw. 

Rusty’s adventures—such as they are—seem to transmogrify (to borrow a term from Calvin and Hobbes) into something else; often, something Mark is more concerned about. In this case, it is the discovery of broken electronics dumped on the ground in Lost Forest. And they are now complicating Rusty’s activity.

As Rusty and Andy arrived at the site, Rusty discovered three adults already there, unloading more electronics to smash. They are Honest Ernest, Connor the accident-prone camper, and The Gomer in the Yellow Hat, otherwise collectively known as “The Grungy Boys”, aka “Honest Ernest and the Grungy Boys.”  You’d think they would at least have matching caps.

In spite of his efforts, Rusty and Andy were detected by Honest Ernest, putting Rusty in a tight spot. And that’s where we end this past week’s cliffhanger.  But do hang around for the Sunday nature chat.

Wow, do we need yet another discussion of composting? Didn’t Cherry already lecture Violet and us about it? Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally in favor of composting. Cherry and Mark might want to have a chat with commenter Downpuppy about protecting compost bins from animal attacks.

By the way, Mark (panel 4), personal composting still creates greenhouse gases, just not in the same quantity (and perhaps the same diversity). And food waste that goes into landfills most likely does not exclude meats (panel 4), after it is collected. I don’t know if Rivera got confused between composting and landfilling.  

It isn’t just Rusty’s day that’s gone to the dogs! 

Somehow, Honest Ernest’s mutual admiration demolition lovefest doesn’t create a lot of drama. But more importantly, how did Andy suddenly get to be so small? 

Maybe it’s just a way to get your Yah-Yahs out. 

I’m not seeing anything specifically bad here, aside from theft and illegal dumping. Not that they are minor issues; but the destructive actions of these three dudes is nothing to be alarmed over. Better the smashing of a fax machine than a person or animal.  

Why they are doing this at all is not clear. They don’t seem to be angry about being displaced in their jobs, so we can’t call them modern-day luddites.  

Now, why they want to destroy equipment in the woods is a psychological issue for trained medical personnel to deal with. They could as easily destroy equipment in their own back yards. So maybe this sidebar story ends with Ranger Shaw citing them for illegal dumping and the police arresting them for petty theft.  

Then maybe we can get back to Rusty’s school fair project, unless this is just another ploy by Rivera to present Rusty as worthy of his own adventure, only to have it taken away by his father. 

Just another field therapy session.

Rivera certainly did throw us an interesting curve this time. I recognize Honest Ernest. Is that Afro-haired dude in the middle the annoying kvetch, Connor? He does look familiar, but I forget where. I can’t place the man with the yellow hat, but I’ll wager he doesn’t have a pet monkey named Curious George. 

The idea of smashing objects is a well-known technique for temporary relief of anxiety. It’s certainly possible that these dudes are doing this out of some mutually acknowledged need to displace their anger. Or it could be they just enjoy taking (or stealing) things and destroying them. Then leaving them behind as litter in the forest. Based on the existing litter, these boys have some long-standing anger issues to resolve.

But “Grungey Boys”!?! They don’t seem to fit what is called “grunge boy aesthetic” based on their attire. I’m willing to admit to being wrong on that assessment, but I don’t think so. 

Suspense builds as Rusty returns to the crime scene.

Andy certainly has that “fashion runway walk” mastered in panel 3, though it’s unusual for a Saint Bernard to have such long, slim limbs. Perhaps the Trails had Andy’s legs shaved for the summer. Or maybe Rivera was looking at Marmaduke’s character reference sheet by mistake. 

You know, my mindful readers, I have a notion that Rivera’s stories could be better if she didn’t go out of her way to telegraph upcoming events in such obvious ways, as in panel 3. Now, Rivera could be throwing us a curve, where Robbie does not suddenly pop into the picture, but Mark and Ranger Shaw do.  

But what would be the outcome if Robbie does show up? I mean, Rusty does have a shovel. And Andy. 

Is Andy making a value judgment on Rusty’s decisions?

Don’t worry, I have plenty of time to get it done!” is the surest sign of impending failure every time it is spoken in a book, movie, or comic strip. 

It probably won’t come as a surprise to most of you if I admit that I am a tad confused. Based on Mark’s discussion with Ranger Shaw the week before, Rusty had already been digging, though until that moment, we hadn’t seen Rusty doing any digging. So today he is going back to dig up game controllers. Perhaps the mental image of Rusty at work that Mark portrayed to Ranger Shaw was only a bit of hyperbole. Or maybe Rusty is going back for even more busted controllers. 

But will Rusty run into Mark and Ranger Shaw on their way back from visiting the site? 

Art Dept. I’d like to give Rivera credit for that gray squirrel, but really, that heavy outline just kills any impression of lightness and quickness. 

Hey, kids! What time is it? It’s Rusty’s Adventure Time!

An empty house, eh? That must mean ol’ Doc Davis is either working at his clinic or he picked the lock on his door and escaped. We can certainly ascribe the latter aspiration to a cheerful Rusty, as he walks down a path brandishing a shovel, while Andy follows behind. Wait a minute: brandshing a shovel?!? Are there more game controllers buried in Lost Forest?  Does he and Andy play some kind of radical version of Hide and Seek?

The Week in Review and the Sunday Nature Chat 

The focus of Mark Trail has traditionally been an environmentally based adventure strip, with adventure as the main draw. That has been one of the main complaints against Rivera’s stories for Mark. Are we to use the same measure for Cherry’s stories? 

Certainly, Cherry’s stories have leaned towards the lighter side. That would be a fair balance to what should be more hard-hitting, dramatic stories from Mark.  

In any event, this past week Cherry showed up at Violet’s with her collected food scraps to start a composting site for the Sunny Soleil Society, as Violet was literally gobbling down a bucket of chicken. Cherry tried to get Violet to remember her pledge to send Cherry to Compost Camp. After a few days of rambling, Violet agreed to fund Cherry’s trip. If Violet was hoping this would stop Cherry’s continuous lecturing, she was wrong. 

Who knew!?! I always thought worms were just normal ground-dwelling creatures found just about everywhere. Good information to know. And I do like the earthworm title panel, though it’s a bit hard to read. 

Meat meets Compost Control

Okay, consider me reprimanded for my erroneous presumption: Violet was not tossing scraps into the trash, as I misunderstood. All those ginormous bins are for composting. Okay, then. They are still too large and do not appear to be properly vented. So there

Cherry makes a very good point about why meat scraps do not normally go into a compost bin. Aside from bears, you must watch out for cats, mice, rats, racoons, foxes. However, compost piles of grass clippings, fruit, vegetables, and even grains can attract herbivores and omnivores, such as possums, squirrels, rabbits, chipmunks, and birds. And possibly bears, anyway.  

Finally, Rivera could stop with the grade-school puns right now and see a 25% increase in the quality of Mark Trail. They are neither cute nor clever. 

Compost bin very good to ME! 

Well, the story is finally moving along. Very good. But Cherry’s composting plans have a few issues:

1) All of these “bins” look the same. Not a good thing when you include trash and compost. So why place the trash receptacle next to the compost bins?

2) Are these compost bins properly ventilated? They look like they are cheek-by-jowl. Granted, we cannot see their back views, but what we can see is not promising.

3) They seem a bit large for composting bins, especially non-commercial bins. That’s a lot of stuff to keep turning and a large space for compostable refuse to heat up and cook.

4) And how about removing the compost when it’s ready?

Okay, enough carping over details. This is a comic strip, not a documentary or a how-to video. So, I’ll wait to see what Rivera reveals on Saturday. She could put all my nitpicking to shame. Or maybe you could.

Finger-lickin’ forgetful 

This is the strip that should have been posted on Wednesday. But now I want to know, as I’m sure all of you do, if Violet really wolfs down an entire bucket of fried chicken at every lunch, or even every other day. 

Two for the price of none

June 11. Where to begin? From the start we have seen Violet Cheshire presented as a parody of southern society, a person whose personality and actions conflict with her attire. Vain, shallow, and mercurial she may be, image is very important to her.

So how are we to read this portrayal of Violet double-handing a bucket of fried chicken as if she is practicing for an upcoming eating contest? And are we to believe that Violet is either forgetful or the reincarnation of Mrs. Malaprop? Miss-speaking is not the same as forgetting!

June 12. Speaking of vain, that robin once again showed up to show off her feathery décolletage. Meanwhile, Cherry applies the gentle art of sarcasm in panel 2 as she goes with the idea that Violet is suddenly forgetful. Thus, Cherry repeats her original sales pitch. We may have to endure this presentation and its resolution for the remainder of the week.  

Is this a good story telling technique? Rivera could have dispensed with today’s panels and simply noted that Cherry had to repeat her presentation. But repeating her composting spiel in detail is just hitting readers over the head with what’s been said, more than once. Rivera could have dispensed with this sermonizing and instead showed Cherry actually building a compost pile as Violet looks on. And still forgetting their deal!

Violet becomes non compos appetitus.

We return to Cherry Trail, who has been collecting food waste around town to start composting at the Sunny Soleil Society. Certainly, compositing fits within her mindset and her values, but Cherry is also motivated by the offer of a free trip to a compost convention if she collects enough to get things started.

But Cherry arrived just in time at the SSS HQ to witness Violet Cheshire preparing to chow down on a bucket o’ fried chicken. What could be a more propitious time to discuss food scraps and compositing!?! But based on Violet’s idea of a lunch, I’d have thought Cherry would find enough scraps in the Society’s own garbage cans.

Well. This could have been more interesting if Rivera used this week to have Cherry moving about town, still collecting food scraps. This would provide a simple way to introduce us to a few more citizens of the Lost Forest community, without having to develop complicated plots. I’m thinking slightly off-beat people, such as Squirrely Sally.

The Week in Review and the Sunday Nature Chat

Excitement in Lost Forest continued this past week as Mark and Ranger Shaw surveyed the abandoned e-waste in a clearing of Lost Forest. You could hear the teeth gnashing. Mark was in his element, taking charge of a case of illegal dumping in Lost Forest, even though legal authority likely rested with the all-too-compliant ranger.

Jules Rivera filled in a few plot holes for us as Mark revealed that Rusty had, indeed, been digging! Apparently, this spade work must have happened “after hours”, when cartoonist Rivera had quit work for the day to visit the beach and didn’t get around to drawing Rusty’s digging until later in the week.

Talking to Ranger Shaw, Mark relayed that Rusty claimed Robbie (who is the ranger’s son!) had buried his broken game controllers in the area. After enjoying the burn on Ranger Shaw’s face, Mark admitted that Rusty had also been involved. Just two dads, commiserating over their juvenile delinquent kids.

But Mark must have sniffed something wrong, as he began to interrogate Ranger Shaw on whether he had seen anybody in the area. Rivera made a point of showing Ranger Shaw looking guilty as he forced out an odd denial. Yet, nothing was made of it. The week ended as the two walked into the debris area to look for clues. No doubt, at least one piece of abandoned equipment will have a label that reads “If lost or illegally dumped in a forest, call 999-555-1234. Ask for Elmo.”

Let’s see … last Sunday Mark got in his talk on e-waste, stealing Rusty’s thunder. This week, it’s beavers.

Rivera devoted a Sunday to the beaver’s rodent cousin, the muskrat back in December 2022, where Mark compared the two animals and tried to make the case that they are both “engineers”, but in different ways. But she also did a Sunday on beavers back in May 2022, which has a little bit of overlap with this one. Some of you might recall that beavers became an involuntary aid to Mark in the “Oregon Trails” story at the time.