Dr. Harry L. Dinkle, professional dumbass. Just yesterday in real-time, but just a few minutes ago in strip-time, he discussed pizza as a fundraising tool–especially how you can use someone else’s pizza to make them miserable. And now he’s astonished to find pizza itself on the convention floor? Well, apparently he can’t remember anything for more than a few seconds. I guess that’s why he’s not following his own advice and churlishly reading the pamphlet.
One thing I am curious about–is this particular strip supposed to be funny? Or poignant? Or educational? Does it serve any purpose whatsoever except as one more step on the way to the 50th? Because I’ll be damned if I can find any content in this at all.
I don’t have any hatred for Tom Batiuk–in fact, I wish him all the luck in the world with his work. I just wish he’d try every now and then. But all the strips in recent months just seem to be one big nothing after another big nothing. It’s difficult for me to even get angry at the strip–it’s just so boring, such a squandered opportunity. He could tell interesting stories with this cast if he didn’t (apparently) believe that everything has to be miserable to be taken seriously.
What’s so great about being taken seriously?
Oh well. How about another Crankshaft! Funny how my phone hasn’t rung with an offer yet.