SosfdavidO here, and I can’t resist a bad duck pun anymore than Tombat could apparently resist not sharing the Wes Anderson-esque tradition that the actual Peabody Hotel still carries on. Why? Because ducks are droll and shit less than geese.
So if you’re looking at today’s strip and wonder if you’ve accidentally stumbled into a Mark Trail comic instead, rest assured, it’s just Tombat and his artist friend trying their hand at whimsy. Far be it from this sentimental old coot to admit it’s pretty charming, all told.
And the tour of Things These Characters Probably Didn’t Ask To See continues with a visit to a no doubt very real location.
Guitars! Hanging on walls! Yep.. it’s a guitar. I hope they didn’t have to pay to get into this place.
Rock appears very dead here
SosfDavidO here! Sorry about today’s snoozer, I didn’t know we were going to be forced to go back to history class. Still, learning things about the early days of rock and roll beats being in a small room with Les and Ghost Wife or being stuck with Creepy John or Mopey Pete.
Today’s strip is like watching wallpaper dry. Why are we here? How is this advancing the strip at all? Who are half these people, and why should we even care?!
Ah, comic strips about young people! SoSfdavidO here just loves them. Does anyone know of any they can point me to? Because from the looks of today’s strip we’re veering dangerously back into Crankshaft’s turf again.
In any case, so someone can get *some* pleasure out of today’s strip, here’s the song in question. It’s actually a rather enjoyable jaunty number.
Hi all! SoSfDavidO here, and actually I’m not sure what this week’s story arc is going to be about but I can almost say for certain that Link to today’s strip won’t be featuring Summer, the only true blood-heir of Lisa and Les, once the focus of the strip, now relegated to only appearing when someone needs help moving into the dump above Montoni’s or to show that Les knows how to use his Pinapple’s MyFaceTime app.
SosfdavidO here with nary a clue about what Sunday’s strip will be about! Your guess is as good as mine. I’ll swing back for a snark when there’s something to tear into!
Update; Tombat phoned this one in. You can tell because Les and Funky are jogging, his shorthand for “ah, damn it, whatever, let me crap something out.” as today’s sunday strip shows.
Of course, it’s all about Les. Les-Lisa. Lesa? Her head is floating in the masthead to bless the whole damn thing, but it’d be so much better if her head had been reduced to a skull.
SosfdavidO here! As the week progresses Bull devolves into a vacant man-child barely capable of forming coherent thoughts, as today’s strip shows. Linda and Buck look like they’re about to ditch this freakshow and drive out of town to the nearest motel.
No, Bull, it’s not going to be okay. Not even close. You’re weaving into a Very Spechul Storyline and trust me, you don’t want to be there. Just ask Saint Lisa!