Forget Batiuk’s Quarter Inch, we are in Bizarro World. Jess and Darin, who clearly don’t have a pot to piss in, are actually apologetic to Ann for their having conceived a child. “Eight Track”, meanwhile, is not merely pleased: she’s insane with glee at the prospect, declaring herself “totally ready” to help care for an infant…though you’d think she’d have her hands full, having already appointed herself as Fred’s speech therapist.
Tag: Ann Fairgood
Turkey Timer
Coulda stopped at two panels today, TB; really, the turkey joke holds up just fine without Darin adding his two cents. Unless, who knows, maybe Darren’s seemingly casual remark is just some grim foreshadowing.
Stork Reality
I suspect that those of you who didn’t venture a guess that yesterday’s “news” was Jessica’s pregnancy suspected it anyway, but were hoping against hope that it’d be something, anything else.
billytheskink
April 22, 2013 at 9:25 am
This a great setup for Darrin to hand Ann the newspaper he just picked up out of her yard…
Now that would have been funny!
Rusty
April 21, 2013 at 11:48 pm
Time for Lisa’s “Now that my bastard son has gotten some bimbo pregnant” VHS tape.
You know such a tape must exist; St. Lisa covered every (ahem) conceivable possibility!
Jim
April 22, 2013 at 6:40 am
Why would a pair living above a crappy pizza joint with no real source of income view a pregnancy as anything but ambivalent news?
That was my thought, too. Unless she also has some Hollywood “WOW” checks coming in, Jess has no visible means of support other than Darin, who leveraged his MBA to become VP of Marketing…for Montoni’s Pizzeria.
(Fair)Good News
What a weird reaction to hearing “We’ve got some news.” Darin and Jess are both smiling, but Ann instantly goes into bad news mode. What was she going to say? “I hope it’s not bad news, because what with having to care for your invalid father I’m already on the verge of putting my head in the oven…”
Fred's World
Batiuk’s really just conquering my will to snark anymore. Just what the hell is he showing us today? Starting with a God’s-eye view of earth, zooming in on Westview, then along a street where neighbors wave to one another (and a postman not named Harry delivers mail, interesting), where Darin makes himself useful for once under Ann’s watchful eye. Then we’re looking up towards Fred’s window, and now we see Fred, in his chair, in his room, looking utterly helpless, fearful, and alone.
The only way I could cheer myself up after this was by noticing how much that picture frame in panel 1 reminds me of that weird “Phantom Zone” album-cover like thingy that they used to banish the bad guys in the first Superman flick:
Son of Stuck Funky 
