Here’s a song you’ve heard me sing too many times lately–well, here it is again. Today’s strip was not available for preview.
I’m sure it’s more celebration of Dinkle, more childish wish-fulfillment, but maybe we’ll get Funky jogging or a comic book tribute.
No matter what, I can guarantee this: it will be boring.
Batiuk seems unable to take any kind of criticism. When I first started doing this, my idea was to be helpful; to point out why things didn’t work, how to make them work, which things did work, and so on. But I’m guessing Batiuk doesn’t want to listen to anything but undiluted praise–the kind he got, I guess, for killing off Lisa.
So now he’s in a situation where the only people who read his strip…is us. He’s bored everyone else away. And since he hates criticism and refuses to change, he’s going to defeat us in the only route left to him: to refuse to have anything of substance. If there’s no meat, no one can complain about the cooking. Look at November–aside from treating a character (from a different strip!) cruelly, it was all about raising money. Watching people offer to sell things without actually showing an exchange. The upcoming trip to Memphis promises to be at least as dull, if not quite so predatory. It’s the way the drill always works out–you think, “Say, this might be promising” and it never is.
It seems like a heck of a way to run a hamburger stand, but then he’s the one pumping this garbage out.
And with that, I am outta here. Stay tuned tomorrow when the fantastical David O returns to entertain you. In this strip, he’ll be the only one who does.