OK, so Darin and Jessica had been living at the Taj Moore-hal while Les and Summer were in Africa, meaning Les’ OCD episode was totally pointless. Today Darin, the web and wireless app maven must borrow the work computer to search for an apartment. In bursts Pete to inform his landlord that, after much soul-searching and careful deliberation, has decided he must tear himself away from his friends and his hometown to go and be among the backstabbing dirty dealers Back East. Rather than offer Pete their best wishes and tell him how he’ll be missed, Funky and (Pete’s best friend) Darin only care about how this benefits them. They don’t even try to conceal their glee over Pete’s imminent departure.
Author: TFHackett
Pete-tropolis
Upstairs at the Komix Korner, Mopey Pete shares a little inside info with Comic Book Guy. Googling “Metropolis Comics” turns up a number of shops by that name, but as far as I can tell, it’s not a real publisher. Did Batiuk get a “C & D” from DC?
Back to the Grind
Epicus Doomus
August 23, 2012 at 3:35 am
Oh that wacky Owen, always so stupid, unmotivated, lazy and worthless! And he has a trademark daffy hat, too! He’s OUR Crazy Harry! And just like how Harry had his trademark air guitar gag, Owen has a beloved running gag of his own too: the look of general idiocy on his face!
Well today’s strip offers something new (besides a respite from the “Becky’s Mom’s a Bitch” arc): a glimpse of Owen laughing and enjoying himself like a normal kid. Although skateboarding seems a little too cool a pastime for these two marching band/comic book nerds. At any rate, their fun soon falls victim to Westview’s Undercurrent of Melancholy.
That's Alls I Can Stands
Well now she’s just totally out of control, unilaterally making decisions that even Becky herself would not be authorized to make on her own. A high school that last year was nearly forced to cut its athletics somehow has money to order new band uniforms? Yeah, whatever. The good thing that happens here is that Roberta finally sends Becky right around the bend, changing her facial expression from yesterday’s utter deadpan to today’s look of…rage? Disgust? Agita? Whatever Becky’s feeling, she looks funny as hell. And if “Dad” is “filming”, that camera is even more archaic than it looks!
Give Me Liberty Or…
Roberta really starts throwing her considerable weight around, doing things like rewriting drills that are just a wee tad out of scope for a Band Mom, while Becky coldly contemplates matricide.