See, it’s like John said “Garage Con” and I’m like ha ha ha more like “Garbage Con,” amirite? So I titled this “You Left Out the B” because that’s like a totally witty thing to do which all the kids are into nowadays, not like old times when they had some respect! Oh good heavens, just kill me now.
At least they’ve left Crazy Harry to die somewhere by the road, or he’d have come up with a third terrible comic-themed name for a place.
This whole comic book arc has been dead boring, more boring than any other story I can think of from this strip. Having a third straight week is like being told, “Hey, where are you going? You’re still in prison for another week!” Even the John Darling Who Was Murdered story at least had some folks who straight out hated him, which is what every non-ninny felt was what he deserved. And that hate at least gave rise to some semi-humorous insults and rude behavior.
The problem here is that comic books, for Tom Batiuk, are sacred objects and thus are not to be treated with disrespect–you know, like using actual jokes near them.
I have a better title than both “Fortress of Storage” and “Bookcave” put together: “The Hill of Dung.”
Son of Stuck Funky 
That has got to be the most boring, bland wall of text Batiuk has ever used. And if comic books are so great, why does this guy have such a hard time getting rid of them?
“Don’t you, you know, want to call ahead and ask if he has this issue in his collection, or…”
“What, and end the search early? It’s fun! Look at all the fun we’re having, dammit! Now shut up and don’t mention evil communication technology again!”
So, they’re back in Ohio. Funky must be really happy to see all of his money spent on the trip that yielded ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Yes, Cindy must be looking better all of the time.
Tony Isabella’s garage dale coincides with this week’s strips! Actual comic book collection being sold off in Ohio! Holly will get her comic book there this weekend! How fortunate that even though Tom B writes his stories a year in advance, that this one is going to culminate at Funkyfan’s garage sale in Ohio! Who would have thought?!?!
Didn’t Batiuk steal the garage-con idea a year or two ago when he had John do an outdoor sale in the Montoni’s alley? I swear he just dutifully documents his daily activities with this strip. I guess we’re all fortunate he doesn’t use craigslist personals for random hookups, because that’s what Les and Funky would have to do in the strip.
John’s face is creepy. All of the pedo jokes are frankly tasteless, but seeing that frozen smile just makes me unnerved.
Boy, you know what would be exciting right about now? US soldiers disarming an IED or something! That’d probably be pretty hard to draw, though.
@Slager: Finding out what’s going on with Summer or the other children would be just as exciting but since they’re ‘grandchildren’, Batiuk can’t quite relate to them the way he can to young adults like Holly and DSHJ.
I’m trying to figure out if John’s car is a 1978 AMC Concord or a 1980 Ford Granada.
A comic-referencing name for a frighteningly large storage locker of comic books? I would have gone with the “Hall of Mustyce”.
I was originally going with a 1984 Chrysler LeBaron coupe, but I think you’ve got it with the Granada. The late 70’s Concord did not have wrap-around taillights and the LeBaron’s side striping extended past its wheels, but the Granada’s back end and trunk lid fit DSH’s car quite well.
Really, it is a nice break from the standard Toyota Paseo-like subcompact Batiukmobile we always see. Nevertheless, the traveling green shirt is there to remind us that nothing truly changes in Westview.
—@Slager: Finding out what’s going on with Summer or the other children would be just as exciting but since they’re ‘grandchildren’, Batiuk can’t quite relate to them the way he can to young adults like Holly and DSHJ. —
It seems like the only young people that Batiuk cares to write about are Cody & Owen. And even then it’s usually as part of an arc with Bull, Les, or The One-Armed Woman,
Fortress of Filler. Four more days of this.
I thought the “Garage Con” was when DSH CT John promised a gaggle of horny teenage boys that they could get lapdances from hot strippers in his garage, but before the show they had to drink some roofie-laced alcohol.
“Garbage Con”….brilliant. Why didn’t she just pay DSH a few bucks to track the f*cking thing down? He IS in the business, after all. Sheesh, these people do EVERYTHING in the most ass-backwards way possible.
Much better than “Hall of Just Les”, I suppose.