Link To Today’s Strip
Filed under Son of Stuck Funky
Tagged as band, Becky, Christmas, pinned-up sleeve, WHS
Hey, Lefty, if you’re not all there, why should your students be all there? And didn’t anyone tell you that “gift” is German for “poison?” Now have the decency to shut that door before you wake up the rest of the students.
Aren’t Becky and Batty a pair? She has half the usual number of arms and he’s half-assed.
It appears that there are two songs titled “Gift of the Magi”, one by Joni Mitchell and the other is a country song. I have no idea how or why either would be orchestrated to be workable as a band piece.
Garbage. Just garbage. Batiuk should be ashamed, but as he cannot feel shame, this gets published.
I’ve never seen a band director that didn’t use a baton.
Gift of the Magi.
That’s the one where Lefty sold her arm to buy Dinkle a metronome and Dinkle sold his hearing to buy Lefty a jacket… but then Dinkle’s hearing got better and Lefty still had to buy sleeve pins.
Did anyone else notice that in panel two the “Band Room” door is hinged on the left wall with the glass windows and opens into the room (which makes you wonder why the poster identifying it is on the inside), yet in panel four the same door is now hinged onto the right side and opens out into the hallway (with the poster still needlessly posted on the inside)? Seriously, how hard is it to remember the layout of the one room your “joke” is taking place in?
The really noteworthy thing about this one is how Dinkle is nowhere to be seen. Just look at that look of twee glee on Becky’s face upon getting to deliver a punchline without that old cackling gasbag chiming in with one of his stupid forty year old references, for her it’s total bliss, or at least as close as she’ll ever get to it.
The black girl in the last panel is the artist’s little shoutout to this entire community.
Also. There is still a music note coffee cup on the piano, like there was a month ago. That poor instrument must have more rings than Middle Earth.
And let’s not forget who we can blame for the sleeve pinned up just so: Dead Skunk Head.
He likes it that way. The shriveled empty sleeve, rolled and tucked just so, limp and lifeless. It reminds him of something…
I wonder what sort of scraper he’s using on the bottom of that barrel.
He scraped away the last splinter in that barrel long ago. Now he’s cutting into the waste-drenched soil under it.
That’s a vivid image.
Okay, but why is the door hanging open like that? You’re in the middle of practice, so shouldn’t you shut it close to keep the noise down for other students? And if the room’s got a heater in it, then you’re just letting the heat out.
Hey! All you nattering nabobs of negativism!
I don’t hate today’s strip! Becky is just channeling Ram Dass: “Be here now.” I can dig it ooooooom.