Alex somehow manages to contain her insane glee at finally being asked out by the hottie Owen.
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Alex somehow manages to contain her insane glee at finally being asked out by the hottie Owen.
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OK, so Batom didn’t forget all about Alex after all, I guess. I take it that those squiggles are supposed to be tattoos? Ummm, yeah. How old is she supposed to be, exactly? All in all not the un-funniest FW ever by any means. I especially enjoyed Owen’s less than enthusiastic expression in panel three, although he’s certainly in no position to be complaining about any female willing to voluntarily be seen in his company.
Well, it’s a minor teenager character responding to something that isn’t directly about an adult. Progress!
Please, like Alex looks any more like a zombie than the rest of the strip regulars. Hell, she’s probably one of the most vibrant characters in the strip.
How does Batiuk bridge the fact that he has listed Alex in his character sheets for several years as an older person…then bam… she is a teen?
oh never mind.
Eh, it’s an actual joke, I’ll give Tom Batiuk that. I didn’t laugh–heck, my expression didn’t even change–but I did recognize that a punchline was delivered. (Yawn) Kudos (yawn).
Ok, let me guess what happens here…..Chullo Boy and Alex go to zombie dance and get harassed by Wedgeman and his band of idiots. Who should come to save the day…..!!!!J-Rod!!!! The Hero QB of Westview!!!! dressed as a Vampire (a stretch, I know…) He stops Wedgeman and Alex becomes enamored with him. J-Rod then takes here to his van (or maybe the men’s room since that is his domain) and history repeats itself as Alex becomes the cannonized via a rape attempt that is thwarted by Owen. Hence this allows Tom Batiuk to avoid writing any new material whatso”fucking”ever!!!!
It’s all about the vendos and sportos until the zombos come around. Then all hello breaks loose and the late John Darling’s daughter (whose Daddo was killed by the murderos) makes a doco about it all, and all the Westos gather ’round the gazebo to watcho.
And they’re all wearing chullos.
I also like the total lack of enthusiasm here. It’s almost as if they both simultaneously caught a glimpse of their respective futures and have already resigned themselves to the fact that this is probably the best option either one of them could ever possibly hope for, as depressing as that notion is. The weird chubby woman in her mid-twenties who spends all day playing video games in that horrible comic book store and the dimwitted sixth-year senior with the stupid (and I imagine by now, quite dirty and gamey) hat and annoying beard. EHarmony.com couldn’t have done it better.
In Act IV Alex will no doubt be WHS’ one-legged art teacher (senior prom/bath salts arc, 2015) while Owen will be taking Crazy Harry’s spot at the Korner after Harry’s tragic suicide bombing at the old post office building during the Lisa’s Legacy 2023 Cancer Fun Run rocks the town. They will have several infrequently-mentioned, never-seen children and they will live the apartment above Montoni’s (duh). They will both be much fatter and will have aged terribly. They will frequently complain about new technologies and will express a nostalgic fondness for things that happened way before they were born.
That’s upcoming Zombie Homecoming, Hoss.
Finally something relevant to today’s emo youth. And she’s cool! They talk music. He’s into skater hard core. She liked Avril before she married that guy from Nickleback. They agree the DJ at homecoming will probably play shit. Things are off to a good start. But I suspect angst will come looking for its proper home.
“Sure, kid. My son’s going too, so we can get a ride with him.”
Is it weirdly obsessive to wish that you were a two-dimensional character so that you could burst into a certain comic strip, slap Owen blind and SET FIRE TO THAT HAT? Um… because I know people like that.
Proof that outside of Lisa, Batiuk can only draw three kinds of women: homely, fat and older than they are; look like guys or hatchet-faced.
I work at a university. Yesterday I was walking through the library when I saw (and did an honest double-take) two first-year students sitting at the study tables. One freckled chubby boy wearing a chullo, and his study partner, a thinner boy with short black hair, a long face and black-framed glasses.
Thought y’all might like to know that they escaped Westview for Western Canada and made it to university. And Owen shaved off that beardlet.