Son of Stuck Funky

Levy ≠ Levity

Today’s comic is notable for Becky’s “Charlie Brown” facial expression

So that “crazy wacko” Becky’s mom is gonna take her ball and go home if the people of Westview shoot down the school levy. That oughta learn ’em a lesson. What does her resignation accomplish, anyway, besides setting up today’s punchline? It’s about as plausible as a basketball team forfeiting a playoff game after their star player gets hurt.

Batiuk Blogs Updated!
I always like to give you, dear snarker, a heads up when TB makes the occasional post to the official FW “blogs” (I still snicker at the plural usage). Batty’s latest missive is “a few impressions from” the (real-life) Lisa’s Legacy run. While he doesn’t mention whether this year’s was “the best turnout ever“, he does take credit for the good weather, since he purposely made it rain on the fictional event:

I figured that, if I made it rain on the Lisa’s Run in the comic strip, Fate (who, when it wants to be entertained, plops down on the couch with a big bowl of buttered popcorn, puts its feet up on the hassock and turns on me) would make it a bright sunny day just to make me look like a fool.

Wack-a-Bull

Weird how Jim has to point out that “Roberta Blackburn” = “Becky’s mother”, since his fellow teachers surely know this; especially Roberta’s daughter Becky, who is standing about six feet away. Of course, this is for the benefit of those who haven’t been following this strip since Roberta’s last major appearance in Act II.

Yes We Can(vass)

Here we see the entire known Westview High School faculty, including their newest member, Art Teacher. They’re assembled outside Moore Manor to encourage their fellow Westviewvians to show support for school funding (another favorite cause of TB’s). If “Art” could read his own dialogue balloon, he’d realize that the kind of “canvass” they’re involved is the “two-s” kind. Ha! Ha! Jim, who considers himself a real teacher, can barely hide his disdain for this bald Bohemian, while Bull sees a threat to his role as mangler of words and their meanings.

Oktobertext

A tip o’ the SoSF leopardskin pillbox hat to the estimable DavidOrth
for once again taking over the blogging reins this past week!

Quality time spent with Dad sure isn’t what it used to be. These days poor Dad’s presence is barely acknowledged by his self-absorbed, distractable child. What’s changed? Why, it’s because of those newfangled “cell phones”! This strip’s anti-technology drumbeat is starting to give me a migraine. Are there any 21st century contrivances that aren’t making life in Westview worse instead of better?

When Harry Met My Fist

I’m far from Miss Manners here but it’s gotta be in poor form to unload your woe-is-me tale on someone that’s actually losing something, including possibly his finances, house, marriage, kid’s college fund, who knows what else. It’s like telling your neighbor that you’re sorry that huge oak tree fell on his house; it was a nice tree for birds to hang out on and sing.

And with that uninspired observation, I turn the rest of the week’s snarking back to the master, TFHackett! Thanks for the opportunity to try and dredge some chuckles out of this bleak week!