It has been sixteen long days in the darkness since our last edition of Rex Hudler, M.D. The last strip found Rex and his young ward, Chris Getz, hiding out in an old cabin during a rainstorm, and shockingly ended like this:
What started as an innocent fishing trip ended with a fireball. It was a devastating conclusion to the harrowing ordeal they had faced.
I have no idea how the writer/artist of Rex Hudler, M.D. will get Rex and Chris out of this situation. Perhaps the next year of strips will be about their shared medical rehabilitation? I'm sure that would be heartwarming and hilarious. Or maybe the final panel was just a shot of a misspelled sign in the cabin for a Barroom? If so, Rex and Getz will spend the next year of strips getting Merle Haggard on moonshine. Or maybe they'll both be missing and presumed dead, and Frank White will show up and take Rex's job as a baseball announcer/medical doctor and Chris Getz's job as Royals second baseman? Fingers crossed!
Really, as long as they don't cop out and make the previous several months of the strip a stupid dream, I'll be happy. God, if there's one thing I hate, it's lazy, hack writing.
Yes, I get the irony of a blogger writing that. Screw you.
Anyway, I'm excited to find out what happens next, so let's check out the newest strip!
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Son of a bitch! They did the dream thing. Like this was an Ambrose Bierce story or a Goosebumps book or The Wizard of Oz or Mary fucking Worth.
That said, I have to admit that the art and dialogue in the strip are rather titillating. Who knew Hudler was married to Linda Ronstadt? Rex likes that! That's proper! But that blow jibber joke at the end is rather off-putting, mostly because it's grammatically incorrect. And, now that I think of it, how did they not include Rex's immortal lines, "Good head position! Have a night!" or "Barrel it!"?
I guess there's always next week.
Go Linda Ronstadt! You're No Good, You're No Good, You're No Good, Baby, You're No Good!