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The Graders of the Batiuk Comics Maker’s Gossip

Sunday October 30, 2011. Batiuk has Ayers spend hours of his life drawing a bunch of nerds in a pointless single panel strip as a homage to a Rembrandt painting. Why? I don’t know. I guess he’s trying to imply that the grading of second-hand comics by a group of high schoolers and small business owners has the same amount of solemnity and grandeur of elected officials grading the quality of hand woven cloth.

The only thing I got from it is a nerdy version of ‘I Spy’. I found ‘Star [The Clone Wars] Wars’, Hellboy, Stan Marsh, Venom, Domo, and Ground Zero comics. What can you find?

*If they love comics so much, why do they all look dead inside?*

*Most of these Pilgrim looking chaps have a coy little Mona Lisa smirk going on. These guys love fabric!*

Falling Down

Greetings all my beautiful nitters! I’d love to have a really in depth post up for you guys, but we are in the heart of harvest right now. For the last couple weeks I’ve done nothing but check cows, move augers, and hook up to wagons. One night we were even chopping and bagging corn silage by the light of a harvest moon.

WallyWorld Sprint Tour

When we last saw Wally Winkerbean in this retrospective, he was staring with longing grief and acceptance into the eyes of his ex wife Becky, after having a major meltdown flashback at the Girl’s Basketball Conference Championships.

Funky lets Becky know that, as the main character, he’s taking it upon himself to facilitate Wally’s recovery.

*Sure, does Wally Jr. have any recently doodled spaceship designs he’d like?*

I waited in line for six hours to see Revenge of the Sith…and I promise you, this is NOT a quote from Yoda from that movie. At best it’s a paraphrase from lines in Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones.

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Poppin’ and Lockin’

Well, I’m back, from Outer Space (Seattle). I just walked in to see Cranky sitting there with that dumb look upon his face.

Specifically this one,

*NGL: This one got a chuckle out of me.*

And if Cranky seems unfazed to be haunted by the disembodied soul of a former coworker appearing to give him advice, well…

*Clutch Grinder, no relation to the late ‘Pop’.*

This isn’t Ol’ Ed’s first Dickensian Rodeo.

Once again, Tom is pulling an old running gag outta his tattered old gag bag. Treating us to an entire week of that famed Bus Barn mentor and legend, Pop Clutch. And giving me another opportunity to sit awkwardly on the floor of my kitchen taking pictures of Crankshaft trade paperbacks that I’m holding open and flat with my toes like some kind of spy gorilla.