Is Ranger Shaw a sleazeball?

If Rusty is “top class” in his troop, he ought to have a better idea of what he did to earn a badge. Yet suddenly, his daydream of fame and reward is shattered by a seedy act of nepotism. So, good for you, Rusty! Stand up for your rights and oppose corruption and its lies! We’ll just see how far that goes. Ranger Shaw seems to again demonstrate that even a person in uniform can lack integrity and honesty, especially around children.

Okay, okay, okay! I’m willing to consider that Robbie simply deceived his dad, so Ranger Shaw could just be an innocent dupe. We’ll just have to see how he reacts to Rusty’s outburst.

Otherwise, earning (merit) badges doesn’t seem like much of a challenge in this troop. One photograph and “Here’s your award!” Well, at least the badge isn’t gold. But really, what kind of namby-pamby organization is this, anyway?? Not to brag, but when I got a radio merit badge, for example, I had to build a radio, explain how it works, and some other stuff I forget. Sure, it was a just a crystal radio, but it was a challenge, at least for me. And I’m no Guglielmo Marconi.

(Hey! I just looked up the current requirements for a radio merit badge in the Scouts and I don’t feel that special any more. I’ve seen college classes with fewer requirements.)

Anyway … if Rusty doesn’t get satisfaction, I hope he calls Robbie a liar and a cheat to his Dad’s face, quits that wimpy scout troop, and spends more time learning to talk to girls.

It’s a Boy’s Life!

(As I predicted, this site’s visitor counts have dropped back to their standard minimal level. Alas, there goes my leverage to earn an official Internet Comic Strip Influencer tee shirt.

It seems likely that the the short-term visitor here was based on my adding a page tag for Humboldt-Toiyabe National Forest to a few recent blog posts, thus showing up in online searches. Sure seems an easy way to gin-up visitor counts, if you don’t care why you get visitors. Presumably, I could stick all kinds of popular search terms in my page tags and get impressive counts.)

Interesting; we’re looking at a story that apparently happened before Mark and Cherry’s Las Vegas story. We’re in some undefined time which seems to be substituting for what Rusty is doing in real time. Very suspicious…! Regular follower Doghouse Reilly thought that Rusty’s freakish look yesterday helps distinguish him from the classical Rusty who’s life seemed limited to waiting for Mark to come home so they could fish. Well, it’s true that the current incarnation of Rusty is more rambunctious and has a more interesting personality; but he can be just as awkward and dim-witted as he predecessor. They are kids, after all!

We now learn something else new:  Rusty is in the Wood Scouts, a Boy Scouts knock off, minus the merit badge sash. The name “Wood Scouts” was previously used in an adult animated series about kids called “Camp Camp”, where the Woods Scouts is a rival dark, militant kid’s camp, whose members are hard cases and bullies.  Jules Rivera must have watched the series. You, too, can watch it on YouTube.

Anyway, are Rusty and his friends the only members of this troop? Looks like it. So I’m guessing Rusty’s rival friend Robbie Shaw is the badge earner. Is it any coincidence his dad is troop leader Ranger Shaw? What do you think? We’ve already seen examples of Ranger Shaw’s suspicious activities in the past. Okay, I’ll withhold judgement for the time being.

Roam Alone, too?

Awww, Rusty’s on a solo nature walk. Well, who knows, kid. If you want it, you may find a companion down the road to share some mutually satisfying nature walks, like your parents. On the other hand, if you keep looking like that freakazoid in panel 2, then Solitude may wind up as your best friend.

Okay, I think I got my snark out of the way. But I’m struck by that yellow/orange sky. Isn’t that color some kind of early warning signal of an impending storm or haze from a massive forest fire? But, perhaps the color is there simply because Rivera likes it.

Is this a preamble to what becomes of Rusty? Will he be left behind? Do we even know if Doc Davis is still alive or living at the cabin? It just might be that his schedule conflicts with what’s been going on the past year, so we just keep missing his comings and goings. Let’s not forget that Cherry’s sisters are living in the area, so Rusty should be fine. And it does seem that Rusty would get in the way in Las Vegas, especially once Cherry sits down at the Slots. Rusty shouldn’t be so needy at his age!

The Week in Review and the Sunday Nature Chat

I’m definitely not going to review the week I’ve had up here. That goes outside of what this blog is about. And that’s all I’m going to say. I think Mark Trail will understand.

Speaking of Mark (and who else would we be talking about?), he and Cherry continued their phone call with Cliff all week, discussing a trip to Las Vegas for a Woodsman Olympics, an event Mark never heard of, even if Cliff did. And Cliff also had an invitation for Mark. Turns out it’s an all-expenses paid trip for Mark and the Family Trail, with the chance to win an amazing $5,000.00 grand prize! Maybe that paltry sum balances out with the added cost of the flights, the lodging, and the food.

So, Mark and Cliff won’t have to go too far, anyway. I think. Still, this olympic event smells, but I’m a skeptic by nature, and a part-time cynic on weekends. So, of course something will go wrong: Another forest fire, a casino scam, or maybe a clever trap set for Mark by one his standard-issue villains. The last villain Mark dealt with that worked a scam in a mountain forest was Sid Stump, who also had a cameo in the AI scam story in NYC. Perhaps Sid is running this event to get back at Mark. If so, I give Mark permission to unlimber his Fists O’ Justice for a good cause, because Sid Stump is a pathetic bad guy.

Rivera continues her tradition of linking the Sunday nature page to some aspect of the location where Mark is or is heading. It’s a nice bit of continuity. So we get a PSA for the non-contiguous Humboldt-Toiyabe National Forest (HTNF). By the way, I’m not sure I would call all of those animals local Nevada animals, given their actual geographic distributions; but with my confusion about the HTNF, I’m going to let it all slide.

Let it be known throughout the land, the week-long phone call came to an end!

One assignment I give myself each day is to not simply open up the Mark Trail Snark Shop and rely on its inventory of popular insults, sarcasm, and memes for my content.  But some days are easier than others, especially when Jules Rivera does it, herself.  Case in point: It’s one thing for Cherry to magically pull out her “Vegas Baby!” shades (as reader Daniel Pellisier quipped) for her novelty joke on Friday (while indirectly paying homage to Harpo Marx’s pockets); but should Jules Rivera have carried the joke through today? Perhaps this is an in-strip snark by Rivera fixating on Cherry’s own fixation on visiting Las Vegas.

A Visitor Count Anecdote: I don’t talk much about this site’s visitor counts, because they haven’t been that much of a priority, and they are almost always abysmal. However, yesterday’s visitor count was at least five times my normal visitor count! What gives!? I have no idea, unless the title of yesterday’s blog showed up in Google searches for “Mediterranean-style end tables”, and people were curious. I might try something like that again some time to see if that hypothesis has merit.

And Second Prize is a pair of Mediterranean-style End Tables!

A free, all-expenses-paid trip for the family to Las Vegas?! Now I know this has to be a scam. Even in the official Summer and Winter Olympics, contestants have to pay for their own transportation there and back.

I wonder how the organization behind this event intends to earn back their investment. Will this be a streaming pay-per-view event? Are they going to bus in thousands of paying attendees? Who would come? Where would they stay? Remember, this place is 4 ½ hours north of Las Vegas! There is probably a $2,500 enrollment fee.

I still think Mark and Cherry need to do some critical thinking between them and start asking better questions. Maybe even do some online research. I tell you, this event has “stink” all over it. And maybe that is the way this is supposed to be:  A fraudulent event run for some criminal purpose, just waiting on Mark to figure out. Okay, if Rivera can repeat herself, so can I!

The early bat gets the bugs?

Las Vega is surrounded by large forests? Depends on what you claim is a forest, perhaps, and how expansive your concept of “surrounded” is. But I checked on this one. If Cliff and Mark think they can spend their days at the Woodsman Olympics and their nights in a casino on the Strip, they’re in for a big disappointment. The Humboldt-Toiyabe National Forest is 259 miles—about 4 ½ hours—northwest of Las Vegas. I would add that Cherry will have to enjoy her casino vacation on her own; but if she is going to play the slots, then it probably won’t matter. “Slots” players seem to have no idea what time or day it is when they sit down. Spouses, friends, and staff just show up at various times of the day to remind them of meal times and bedtime.

I reckon that the good folks of Lost Forest have rather modest ideas about what constitutes a jackpot, according to Jules Rivera, anyway. $5,000 is real money, of course, but not exactly “jackpot money.” Especially after you subtract the costs of travel, food, lodging, and contestant registration; to say nothing of Cherry’s “casino time.” If anybody wins a jackpot, it will likely be her!

Rivera continues to drag this out!

Regular commenter, Downpuppy made a great suggestion yesterday, that the floating “Go on” quote really had to do with Cherry making a comment to Cliff, as in ‘Tell us more!” Makes sense to me.

Mark and Cherry sure seem excited in panel 1! Just how many times is Cliff going to repeat the news about going to Las Vegas for a Woodsman Olympics? This is the third time in 4 strips.

And where is the money for this trip coming from? I seem to recall they didn’t even have enough money in the bank to put in a water heater a few months back. This trip is not a sanctioned, paying job from Bill Ellis, either. I bet there is even a signup fee. And to top it off, Cherry wants to blow a wad of money at the slots. No wonder they had no savings for home improvements!  Poor Rusty will be left behind, having to eat wild hickory nuts for his meals.

Well, you can make up your own mind about how Jules Rivera drew Cliff in that inset in panel 1, but it certainly looks to me like Cliff’s been taking hormone treatments.

What also struck me right away is, how did Cliff get Mark’s “invitation” to this Woodsman Olympics? Why wouldn’t Mark get the invitation? And how did Cliff even get an invitation in the first place, since he has no “woodsman” experience, other than fishing. Or is that the hard work Cliff alluded to in Monday’s strip? This sounds like some kind of scam to me, which Mark will undoubtedly discover and try to destroy. Anyway, why did Jules Rivera feel the need to drag this phone call out as long as excruciatingly possible, repeating a lot of the same information along the way? I mean, she has control over her own stories and their duration (I think!), so why slow-walk this teaser? Let’s get the story moving!

C’mon Cliff, tell us even more!

What’s the expression: “There’s a lot to unpack here.” Hoo-boy. Well, Panel 1 shows and tells us that the best part of the nature walk is yet to come. Jules Rivea continues to screw around with time, like Kurt Vonnegut’s Chrono-Synclastic-Infundibulum, where past-present-future all comingle into one amorphous reality. Well, perhaps it isn’t quite that radical. Nevertheless, the seemingly recursive nature of this storyline continues to dig deeper and deeper with each retelling.

And in what more appropriate place would you expect a Woodsman Olympics to be held than Las Vegas, with its luxurious, deep forests and lush green meadows. Okay, sure:  Nearby mountains contain some healthy forests.

And can we ignore panel 4? I say “No. Hell, No!” There is that anonymous floating dialog balloon, with the vague text, not specifically connected to either Cherry or Mark. It should be Cherry, of course. Is this just a production mistake or an editorial oversight? But consider the message box:  “Cherry can’t resist the lure of a casino!” That might be one reason she always stays home. But it also implies she is inviting herself to go along, even though the dialog balloon says “Go on…”, as in “So, go on that trip, Mark!” Because, shouldn’t the dialog balloon say “Let’s go!” or “Can I come along?

Art Dept. Panel 1 is unusual today, as it has a different look and feel to it. For example, the background looks like some strange other-word landscape, though it is probably Rivera just drawing kudzu, which does make sense. And there are those weird lines under Mark’s eyes. I’ve seen them lots of time over the past five years. I’m not sure what Rivera means by them, unless they are some kind of applied emoticon I’m not familiar with.

Finally, the depictions of Mark and Cherry look similar in that panel to how Rivera used to draw them. I’m thinking back to 2022, as in the Oregon Trails story. What do you think?

Let’s go back and fill in some blanks. Or not?

Cliff sounds like one of those Internet commercials that crop up on virtually every web site you visit. However, if I have been interpreting things correctly, then I’m in agreement with Jules Rivera that it would be hard to find a more exciting event than a nature walk. Certainly more exciting than hearing about Cliff working hard on himself. Sounds kind of gross, actually.

Today’s strip begins with an incomplete reprise or recap of Saturday’s strip. But then does something different: Panel 2 revises panel 2 from Saturday by including Cliff’s cryptic self-affirmation statement. Then Rivera throws in a time-wasting panel 3 in which she needlessly teases us what Cliff’s exciting news might be, even though Cliff already announced it on Saturday. I thought Rivera was already aware of what the term “cliff hanger” means. Today’s strip should have been published on Saturday, ending with the cliff-hanger question that would be answered if the original Saturday strip was published today. That is how it should have been done.

But what we have, instead, is jumbled up and confusing. It is like watching your parents wrap your Christmas presents on the dinner table in front of you on Christmas Eve.

Art Dept. Two things: I have no idea what kind of phone case Mark is using, but it looks like it was designed for a masochist. It exaggerates the corners in a way that doesn’t even match the phone in Saturday’s strip. I can’t think of a reason a case like that should even exist.

Second, I like the the layout in panel 3, a compositional scheme Rivera has used many time. It’s an effective way to emphasize the landscape while still including the characters, but smaller and in the background. Reminds me of Chinese landscape painting in that one regard. However, unlike the competently designed and executed layout in panel 1, the flora and fauna in panel 3 lack authenticity. That bush in front is close enough to show us more detail instead of a bland, flat “bush” shape. The bird, even more! It looks lifeless, lacking adequate detail, but looking more like a decorative object you’d find in a gift shop.

The Week in Review and the Sunday Nature Chat

Sure, go ahead and say that “George is taking this stuff way, too seriously. It’s just a comic strip and not all that great, anyway!” Well, I’m retired, so it’s this or I have to learn golf or pickle ball! Thanks, anyway! And I prefer biking! In the winter, I shovel snow! At this point, I can handle all of that! In fact, I manually shoveled sidewalks of four houses on Saturday, thank you!

Moving on:  It’s traditional for Mark Trail to spend a week at home after an assignment, before getting the call to head out on another job! Jules Rivera carried this tradition forward, minus Cherry’s hopelessly clinging “Mark! Come back soon, dearest!” scenes of Olde!

Oh, another tradition that Rivera thankfully dropped (which I like to remind you of at least once a year) is the use of exclamation marks after every line of dialog that is not a question! I bet a number of Trailheads see this as one of Rivera’s mistakes, because we need those silly conventions to snark on!

Also in the pre-Rivera Days of Yore, Mark sometimes got overseas assignments (e.g. Africa, Nepal, and even the Pacific)! But so far, Rivera has yet to place Mark outside of the contiguous 48 states (Florida doesn’t count)! For shame, Rivera! At least get Mark involved in something in South America or Canada!

So, what Mark Trail traditions of old do you miss the most and would like to see again? And I’m not talking about the style of the art, itself!

Presto Chango! Mark was back home this week! The first three days found Mark chatting online with Venus Verité about the flood and her hoping to get work with Bill Ellis! The rest of the week was the now-standard post-assignment Mark and Cherry Nature Hike! Of course, before the nature hike could be consummated, I mean completed, Mark got his traditional phone call! But it was not Bill Ellis! Rather, it was his De-Bait Team pal, Cliff! Cliff invited Mark to a Woodsman Olympics! This was revealed in Saturday’s strip, so we’ll have to wait for more details to unfold! And that’s the week, folks!

In spite of this useful information and Mark’s awareness of the impending flash flood, he didn’t seem very prepared when it came. I’d have thought he’d have some kind of emergency backpack at the ready. But he did get everybody to safety! Also, I’d recommend a radio that also offers a hand crank for power.

“De-Bait Team member” Cliff gets to Mark before Bill Ellis!

It’s not Bill Ellis, but good ol’ Cliff <no last name>, former firefighter, Afghan war veteran, and avid fisherman! We first met Cliff back on October 2, 2021 (the “Zeeba Mussels” story).  To refresh your memory, you can read that strip and several days following, laying out Cliff’s backstory. Other than his first name, there seems to be no connection to Mark’s really old friend, Cliff McQueen, from the Ed Dodd days.

Well, this phone call is an interesting turn of events. Every so often, Mark gets involved in something that is not related to a Bill Ellis assignment. I believe the last time these two friends partnered up was when Mark launched his failed survival course for men (see “For Men Only” from 2024). So, going to the Woodsman Olympics sounds like a great time for Mark, but will he be a viewer or one of the contestants? And what kind of complications will rise up for Mark to resolve? There are always complications. And with all of the macho woodsmen destined to be there, it sounds like a time and place where Mark’s Two Fists o’ Justice might actually come in handy.

Mark brings his phone along and then gets upset when it rings.

Well, The Call didn’t take long to happen, did it!? I hope Mark and Cherry got most of their nature walk taken care of. But what was the prior interruption? Couldn’t be those eagles, so perhaps it was just another call that he ignored.

More significant is the fact that Mark brought his laptop on the camping trip, rather than leave it safely back at the lodge. And he knew it was likely to flood! I reckon that even experienced woodsmen get overconfident. But we also now know that Mark was apparently using his own phone, which he somehow had with him, all while dressed in his long johns. The ways of Mark Trail are often mysterious.

Art Dept. The art, lately, has been fairly consistent, though today, it looks somewhat ill-proportioned, especially the heads. On the other hand, the landscape in panel 1 is actually well composed and drawn. But when I look at panel 3, with that blue-green tree foliage behind Mark’s head, I can’t escape the feeling Rivera is being unusually metaphorical, as Mark grumbles over his recollection of the flash flood. See what I mean?

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.

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.