Here’s a post for you nightowls, as I have some heavy plans tonight! Unboxing heavy things.
I’m back! And this strip wins the Tombat awkward dialog award for “Most Shoehorned-in question” for a weird query that doesn’t even result in punplay.
Today’s strip is a perfect example of how I feel looking at these things sometimes. I’m out of ideas. I’m drained, but damnit, this dead horse needs flogging!
How would being able to smell a gun help at all? He’s Blind Willie, not Matt Murdock. If someone is about to serve up a lead sandwich I doubt there’s much he can do about it.
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Last time I checked, unless an oiled gun in under your nose, you can’t smell one until a round is discharged.
“Because, as you know, the ability to smell a gun is all the protection you need when someone shoots at you from across the bar room.”
Good night, Irene. What manner of nitwittery is this?
On the other hand, you can smell a Funky Winkerbean strip from a mile away.
And after you step in it, you have to walk a mile to wear it off the soles of your shoes.
This one is really odd. “Fights and gunplay”? “You can’t smell a knife”? What’s he trying to imply here? Why would there be fights and gunplay at a Blind Willie gig? Is this a joke about an old lady being frightened over being in a bar, or is it some sort of gag based around “actual events” BanTom heard about while visiting Memphis?
It almost reads like a parody strip, but stranger. “Can’t smell a knife”…that’s some truly lazy stereotypical “bluesman” wisdom right there.
Oh yes, bars that book senior citizen music acts and advertise them on their shiny marquees are just havens for fights and gunplay.
That’s what I mean about the joke. Is it that the old lady is nervous about being in A bar or is the gag specific to THIS bar? And if it’s the latter, why are they there in the first place? And isn’t it morning?
This lady’s only experience of bars apparently comes from watching reruns of Gunsmoke.
Mort: “I smelt a knife once. Smelt like baked ham. Mmmm-mm! Now that’s some good eatin’.”
I have been loving all the musical titles here – “Harry and the Pacemakers”, “We Five”…
It really never stops amazing me the kind of crap Batiuk thinks qualifies as a good strip and actually signs his name to.
My prediction: The Bedside Manorisms win a Grammy for Best New Band. Because it’s funny that the award is for “new” and they’re all “old.” Did I say funny? In this strip, it’s side-splittingly hilarious.
Don’t forget the real prize, “Guest appearance as the cantina band in the next Starsux Jones movie.” One reason they’ll get shoehorned into the movie is that they won’t need make-up to appear nonhuman. Think of the money CME will save!
The notion that BatHack thinks it’s even remotely plausible that these nursing home residents could take a bus trip from Ahia to Memphis, record a CD (at Sun Studios no less), stay up all night, and then go out the next night to a club with 8 AND 11pm shows, and hang out after the show again to all hours of the morning is ridiculous even by Batiukian standards.
And none of it is funny.
Nothing is too ridiculous for Batty. Just when you think he has done the dumbest thing, he gets dumber.
I can’t wait to see Fred Fairgood’s tap-dancing routine.
Don’t forget even before they hit the studio they took a walking tour(!) of all the city landmarks…
Looks like Batty brought out his Funky Felt Tip Downvote Pen!
Tsk, tsk, tsk……you can take the boy out of a white flight suburb but you can’t take the preconception that the urban core is a war zone out of the boy.
Good thing he stays in his suburb, he obviously has no idea how a firearm works.
God…..can you imagine him with a gun in his hand? He’d blow his foot off…..
True. The stereotyped uninformed thinking on display here is mind boggling.
It’s like watching an episode of Olden Girls and having Blanche whine about how if she were to go to New York, she’d be murdered by the mythic gangs of armed black men that have haunted the evening news long before Rupert Murdoch showed up.
Funky strips are always boring but they usually make sense. But I just can’t wrap my head around this one.
Also it looks like Blind Willie is foaming at the mouth.
Hey, Duck Blind McWhitelips — If you come back to Ahia with these idiots, and become a “regular” in the strip, you’ll probably be able to see again within a year. Batty cured Dinkleberry’s deafness and Mort’s dementia. He can do wonders for you! You can play duets with Stump Arm Becky! Do you like comic books?
Hoping they let Willie drive the van.
“Gunplay”? Is that actually a word from a recent century? Cosplay…sure, Assplay…if you’re so inclined. But Gunplay…geesh!!
Blind Willie’s white lips have been frightening me all week. I’m guessing that the colorist was terrified of choosing a shade for them, because he was worried that it might look like someone in blackface, or terrible pickinany caricatures from the 20’s, and so opted to keep his lips a uniform ghostly white and pass it off as a colorist error
If Batiuk seriously thinks blues clubs in Nashville are about fights, gunplay and knife duels, I’m almost scared to imagine what he thinks happens at rap concerts…
Not quite sure when the south became the wild wild west, but whatever…
I fully expect her to ask him who really killed Biggie and Tupac in tomorrow’s strip.