Bull and the Ballot

What the hell is this lady’s problem? All Bull wants to do is his civic duty: casting his vote for the school levy. Did he do or say something offensive just prior to this scene? Not only is old Pineapple Head Lady threatening him, her fellow poll workers look on with expressions of shock and disgust. I almost feel sorry for Mr. Bushka.

I just like the Popeye Legs on the voter in panel 2.

SoSF urges you to exercise your right to vote today!

Unfunnies

Today’s strip offers up plenty to snark upon! Let’s go in order, left to right.

The draftsmanship: terrible. Really. Funky’s profile has all the vitality of  an Indian on the head of a well-worn nickel. Les’ sweater makes him look like a Westview High freshman after a magic marker attack. Crazy Harry looks strangely 2-D; and when did USPS workers adopt a bright yellow shoulder patch? What a crew.

Moving on: Harry has three school-age children (that’s right, three), yet he’s completely unaware that “there’s a school levy on the ballot?” (And isn’t there a school levy on the ballot every year?)

Panel 2: “Don’t you read the newspaper?” BWHA ha ha ha! That’s funny enough by itself to serve as today’s punchline! But boy, oh boy oh boy: panel 3…what can I say? Who has done more to suck the funny out of the funnies than our boy TB? And he’s copped to it before

Child of the Moon

Professor Kablichnick’s Formula for Science Silliness: take one science factoid from last year’s news, then make a lame attempt to make said useless factoid relatable to the little monsters in his classroom, then watch as Cory rises to the bait. By the way, Jim, the lunar shrinkage occurred gradually over the last billion years. You may be old, but the difference in size since your high school days is infinitesimal. And in what way does this impact Cory? I’m pretty sure that he mutters “Perfect…why does everything always happen to me?” anytime there’s a pause in Jim’s lectures.

“Child Of The Moon”, The Rolling Stones

The (Comic-Reading) Kids Are Alright

Step right up and be clobbered by the Wall of Text that is today’s strip. Owen listens in rapt attention as John preaches from the Gospel of St. Wigransky.

Owen: “He was pretty sharp for a fourteen-year-old.”

John: “Yeah, just the age I like ’em… I mean, yeah, and he read comic books! Hey, speaking of comic books, I keep some, uh, special ones in the back. Wanna see?”