SosfdavidO here, and I hope no one was hoping for any kind of resolution at all because today’s snooze-a-rama doesn’t resolve a cotton-pickin’ thing. My guess is Sunday will be all about Starbucks Jones decoder rings one head-tilting one panel strips tipping hats to artists who died 30 years ago.
Author: sosfdavido
Leg Go Already
SosfdavidO here and wow, did today’s artist ever not draw a human being doing a flip properly in in today’s strip! What the heck happened in P2? It looks like she just took a headshot in a Tarantino movie. Not to mention her leg and foot does not even remotely resemble a human leg or foot.
This is “Worst of Rob Leifeld” level stuff here.
I’m not Byeing It
SosfDavidO here, and boy, looking at the back of the head of an unknown character while they run through a disjointed inner monologue sure makes for a terrible comic, as today’s flaming garbage dumpster of a strip shows.
Just turn him around, already, Tombat! We either not going to recognize him or we’re not going to care. This isn’t a clickbait article designed to pique our interest and trick us into clicking on a link about how child celebrities have physically aged. We don’t care, and we’re caring less and less each day.
Where is Summer!? Why was she written out of the strip? She’s been relegated to moving boxes whenever someone moves in or out of the apartment above Montoni’s and that’s it. Instead of catching up with the only child of Les Moore and Saint Lisa, we’re stuck here with Capt’n Exposition telling us about things we the reader already know.
Holly Smoke
SosfdavidO, coming up short on fire related puns for today’s today’s mope-a-thon. Once again, Tombat leaves the viewer with a confused sense of wondering what the heck they’re supposed to be feeling. It sure ain’t comedy. It’s more akin to Garrison Keillor’s brand of humor but we the reader don’t get the enjoyment (or misery) of hearing Garrison ramble on out-loud.
Mope Don’t Tell
SosfdavidO here, and ooh, look who’s being soooo coy in today’s strip not showing the face of the random weirdo wandering around the high school football game by himself.
Are we readers waiting for a payoff? Because unless he turns around to reveal Hannibal Lecter it’s going to be a letdown. But let’s keep padding this story out because we’ve got a whole damn week to fill
Son of Stuck Funky 
