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.
Here’s a song you’ve heard me sing too many times lately–well, here it is again. Today’s strip was not available for preview.
I’m sure it’s more celebration of Dinkle, more childish wish-fulfillment, but maybe we’ll get Funky jogging or a comic book tribute.
No matter what, I can guarantee this: it will be boring.
Batiuk seems unable to take any kind of criticism. When I first started doing this, my idea was to be helpful; to point out why things didn’t work, how to make them work, which things did work, and so on. But I’m guessing Batiuk doesn’t want to listen to anything but undiluted praise–the kind he got, I guess, for killing off Lisa.
So now he’s in a situation where the only people who read his strip…is us. He’s bored everyone else away. And since he hates criticism and refuses to change, he’s going to defeat us in the only route left to him: to refuse to have anything of substance. If there’s no meat, no one can complain about the cooking. Look at November–aside from treating a character (from a different strip!) cruelly, it was all about raising money. Watching people offer to sell things without actually showing an exchange. The upcoming trip to Memphis promises to be at least as dull, if not quite so predatory. It’s the way the drill always works out–you think, “Say, this might be promising” and it never is.
It seems like a heck of a way to run a hamburger stand, but then he’s the one pumping this garbage out.
And with that, I am outta here. Stay tuned tomorrow when the fantastical David O returns to entertain you. In this strip, he’ll be the only one who does.
I hope none of you are fans of the blues or rockabilly, because you’re about to watch the things you enjoy become tainted with Harry Dinkle, and you’ll never get any pleasure from them again. I’m guessing Batiuk took a vacation to Memphis recently, and we’re all going to pay.
I don’t know what kind of a monster that is in panel one, but it appears to be wearing Mort Winkerbean’s skin. What godawful drawing–Burchett should be ashamed. Contrast that with Dinkle’s face in panel two–he gets the full “handsome” treatment, as well as a little action whip-around.
By slicing out a quarter of Mort’s face–
–he actually looks like a person. I’d like to think that Burchett drew him more like this, and Batiuk said “Damn it, Burchett, how dare you draw any character other than Les, Dinkle and Lisa as a normal human being!! I want all those sons-o-bitches looking like a non-human monster! Just like all the women should be fat and frowsy with Muppet faces!!! Do you like getting paid?! Cut it up and do it over!!”
What a loathsome thing Dinkle is–as I’ve said way too many times, of all the cast in this miserable comic, Dinkle is the one I hate the most. He always triumphs, he’s always praised, and always beloved. He’s one of the reasons this strip will never be noteworthy.
Son of Stuck Funky 