The reference today is to the “script Ohio” signature formation of the Ohio State University Marching Band.
I suppose that “with only nine kids in the band”, they’d have had one marcher for each letter in W-E-S-T-V-I-E-W. Plus one to dot the “i”.
Month: March 2011
When Harry Drilled Harriet
I’ll say this for Harry Dinkle: he’s the one character in this strip who looks like his old self in flashbacks. A few weeks ago, college-age Les was depicted without his helmet hair and picture-window specs, looking almost manly. TB has had less success updating Cindy Summers’ narwhal-inspired 80s coif. And during Funky’s flashback last summer, teenage Holly was transformed from a Picasso-eyed ditz into Britney Spears. But classic Dinkle retains his character, with his low-slung Gestapo hat and airline pilot uniform. Nowadays, however, he’s just another of TB’s doughy, indistinguishable, cranky old white men.
Dinklelicious
“My…Commodore 64? What? No, no, charcoal sticks…on deer hide…you see? Like primitive man, cavemen…Commodore, Commodore 64, that’s…that’s a computer, right? I’m talking about primitive techniques…before ink and paper, even; before printers and computers…your joke, it, it makes no sense; it wasn’t funny at all…why are you grinning that hideous grin?”
Help, I'm a Rock
I seem to recall that part of the rationale for the “second time jump” in October of 2007 was to allow Batiuk to focus on Westview’s younger generation. That focus seems to consist of pointing out what a bunch of clueless, mindless, shiftless underachievers they are.
The class of 2011 can’t be bothered to cover up the previous senior class’ tag on Senior Rock with more battleship-gray paint. Not when they can just put their imprint on the smaller, adjacent rock. Nate’s correct about the current senior class “running pretty much true to form”; recall the class of 2010’s similarly half-assed stab at graffiti immortality.
Dude, Too Soon
Talk about unfortunate timing! For Batiuk’s sake, I hope that casual readers of his strip realize that he writes these well in advance, and is not rushing to print in an attempt to capitalize on Friday’s horrific earthquake in Japan.
Son of Stuck Funky 
