I wasn’t able to Lewis and Clark today’s strip for ya.
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Well Cindy, this is what happens when your job interview consists of a bunch of smarmy quips followed by you blindly accepting the job based on something totally unrelated. Yesterday she pretended to be unsure about the job she already accepted and now today she “thinks” BB wants her to move to California. Looks like he’s setting the stage for a dementia arc here, folks. Or he’s just a huge lazy hack, either or.
Then there’s the dusty old punchline, which indicates that they’ve been very slowly drawing out this handful of sentences all evening, which as a longtime FW reader I can confirm is entirely possible. Watching Cindy swoon over Mason is getting more and more sickening each day. By tomorrow he’ll have her totally convinced that she’s a chicken or something.
Hmm, assuming they met at the restaurant at 8 p.m., they have exchanged only the briefest snippets of conversation, and the wine glasses are still one-quarter full, the restaurant must close at 8:30 p.m.
They didn’t even order from the dinner menu!
Next time Mason, take Cindy to Denny’s.
People who use “happy” this frequently are trying desperately to convince someone they’re happy. Usually themselves.
I’m happy to note that Mason Jarr could seduce a ham sandwich.
“Please leave, the doomed spirits trapped in the walls are stirring.”
This makes one yearn for the sturm und drang of Phase II. It was just as awful but at least it wasn’t boring.
I’m now getting a strong Joe Lieberman vibe from this depiction of Mason. Hunky.
As David Bowie once sang, “I’m happy, hope you’re happy, too…”
@beckoningchasm Major Tom > Starbuck Jones
I finally understand why why Westview is such a dreary and lifeless place. Cindy is a succubus. When did Westview start going downhill? Act two when Cindy would have become an adult and gained her powers. Want proof, Mason Jarr, formerly virile and younger than Cindy now looks like her father. Of course that’s also why she has to move to CA to do a blog (I mean like we all live in the same city) is to be near her new host.
Unfortunately Westview won’t recover as it didn’t recover when Cindy moved to New York. That’s because the towns resident incubus Les continues to feed there. He has to be an incubus how else can you explain all those women throwing themselves at him.
Epicus Doomus: Looks like he’s setting the stage for a dementia arc here, folks.
I think the real dementia arc is being experienced by Mr. Batiuk, himself. Seriously, something like the early stages of Alzheimer’s would explain so much about what’s going wrong with this strip.
And, BTW, Happy Anniversary to SoSF! May there be many more! (Or maybe not, as that would be this godawful strip would still be around!)
“Girl moves to be near boy” is completely believable for a 50ish woman. This story arc gets my 1/4-inch from reality seal of approval.
Look at that profile. She’s hooking up with Dick Cavett, isn’t she?
What most irritates me is not the rapid aging Mason went through. Mike Patterson’s friend Gordon Mayes looks more like one of John’s pals now so that’s nothing new. What does bother me is that Batiuk is better at isolating himself from questions than Lynn Johnston is. She doesn’t have a ‘request for contact’ form on her website that’s clearly designed to let his lawyer intercept questions like “Why does Funky look as old as Ed Crankshaft?” or any other thing that bullies him by making him realize that he isn’t making them look their age.
Again, another pointless week that could have been done in three whole panels.
Digging Cindy’s Hitler ‘stache in P1.
Why on earth would you want to write TB directly? “Hey Tom, nice Hitler mustache in Panel 1.” “Who is this?”
According to the banner, we’re in for more of Pete Richards.