SosfdavidO here, finally feeling a slight twinge of interest in what Rocky has planned in today’s strip! Considering how much money these bright-eyed youngsters probably lost by dumping those rare comics at the nearest store around and buying a diamond ring (See the infamous, industry-shaking 1982 article, “Have You Ever Tried To Sell A Diamond Ring?”) if they have any hope for a bright future they’d better be on the way to rob a bank.
Well Bread
SosfdavidO here, and that 90’s “record scratch” sound you just heard just came up because in today’s strip, Rocky had the notion to celebrate their engagement with a drink! Funky is well off the wagon, or on, I can’t remember which metaphor applies, so instead of just politely apologizing, comes up with a visual pun. Sure, it’s a groaner, but at least we got her away from that hideous couch.
Squiggle Vision
SosfDavidO here! And though I know these characters are in the midst of a deep, important conversation about these two lovebug’s plans after their wedding in today’s strip, one detail has caught my eye and I can’t look at anything else.
That chair is pretty much the most disturbing thing in the strip lately and that’s saying a lot. It’s like Ed Gein murdered a Sasquatch and made furniture with the pelt. If that doesn’t send Rocky running back home to her parents nothing will.
Rocky Road
Well well well! From the look on Holly’s face in Today’s strip, the idea of other people existing outside of Westview confuses her. The idea they take precedent over her really seems to be getting her goat!
Oh Rocky. Here’s hoping the infant-headed male or hatchet-faced female profile gene skips several generations.
Smatter?
Hey folks! SoSfDavidO here, punching Montoni’s time clock for another shift!
It’s Monday and the drama of the sold comics books and “will she say yes?” has been resolved! So what’s next? Judging from Today’s strip, a lot of story padding! Though I have to admit, I pretty much ignored any banal dialog and stared in sheer awe at the size of Cory’s baseball-glove sized mitts. I had to even count twice to make sure there wasn’t an extra finger in there somewhere.
