SoSFDavidO here, and thanks for your patience, all! My little hamlet of Ben Lomond, CA, has had a downpour of rain lately and I’ve not had power for days!
Fortunately, as seen in today’s Strip, there’s not much to snark on. This is a filler week if there ever was one.
Dinkle’s wife should have cleft him years ago.
Puns. Nothing but music puns ahead as far as the eye can see, as evidenced in <today's strip.
Nothing is moving ahead plot wise so it’s hard to snark on the direction the storyline is moving. Dinkle could be sitting at his computer for hours or days– its hard to tell.
SoSFDavidO here, filling in for folks far funnier than I for the next two weeks!
From the looks of Today’s Strip we’re in for Dinkle Week here at Westview. Given how he’s at least 20 years older than most of the gang we’re used to hanging out with he’s not faring too badly at all. At least his face isn’t sliding off like Skunkhead’s was in last week’s strip.
For those a little newer to this strip, the biography of Claude Barlow is something Dinkle has been working for, oh say, thirty years give or take a few. It’s usually the chance to slip in a few genuine moments of humor with some bad music puns, harkening back to an earlier time when FW strips were funny enough to cut out and tack to the band room’s bulletin board.
SoSFDavidO here, filling in for folks far funnier than I for the next two weeks!
There’s a word for old men who hang around high schools long after they’ve graduated and we had to watch a film strip about them called Stranger Danger. In Today’s Strip, Harry Dinkle just can’t get enough of lurking around high schools with a creepy Sandusky-Esque look on his face.
I guess this could be considered a “happy” strip, and Lord knows there aren’t many of those. The joke seems to be that this is a collection of tiny, tiny dreams, and–surprise–these are the very dreams that these folks desired the most when they were young. Okay, now it’s kind of depressing, honestly.
It might be that only Harry is really living his dream, and that the others are thinking “Jesus wept, Harry. Thanks for reminding me how far I’ve failed.” No one looks happy in the last panel, except Harry, who looks deliriously happy. One might almost call him “Crazy.”
When I was in high school, I dreamed about my future as well…and it was never anything like “co-owner of a restaurant” or “clerk in a comic book shop.” My dreams were rather more grandiose. Admittedly I haven’t achieved them, but at least I had them, and there’s always hope.
I guess in Westview there’s never hope, so it’s best to keep your dreams small, because that’s all you’ll get as life slowly crushes you under its heel. If you don’t die first, that is. Then, you win!
After a week of pretty bad artwork, this episode shouldn’t be unexpected, but wow. Those faces in the last panel are just awful. And what’s going on with Les and Funky in panel two? Funky is a shrunken old man, half a head shorter than Les, while Les seems to be missing half of his head. Suddenly in the last panel Funky is taller than Les. Also in that panel, Les is smirking so hard it looks like his beard is trying to tear itself off his face.
Well, if I wanted to nitpick the artwork, I’d be here all night…and in fact, the Guest Host SoSF chair has tossed me out! Watch Monday as DavidO takes up the reins (or as Tom Batiuk would say, the rains) as the strip continues to hurtle Hellward.
