Tag: Becky

When It Rains We Snores…

Sourbelly: Meanwhile, you’re not missing anything in this strip. More “jokes” about high school marching bands marching in bad weather. For the TRILLIONTH time, I have to ask: Why is this supposed to be funny???

Sorry, Sourbelly, it looks like you’re going to have to ask a trillion and one!

It’s raining during another Battle of The Bands. Because band competitions happen outside, when it rains, marchers get wet. Somewhere there’s humor in this, or at least, 35 years ago, it was somewhat able to elicit a slight chuckle from the hardest core of band directors who have had rain affect any band competition they may have been in.

This sort of thing might be cute in a local band fundraising coupon flyer or something but for the most part it’s retread over schlock. Bill Watterson and Gary Larson are looking more and more like geniuses for leaving at the top of their game.

Too soon, too soon…

Tombat’s ability to uncannily dredge up natural disasters and acts of terrorism just as they’re happening in real life is in full force in today’s strip! With the official US death toll of Hurricane Sandy rapidly approaching 100, today’s little romp seems poorly timed. Most casual readers don’t know Batiuk writes these strips a year in advance; the whole thing just comes across as rather tasteless instead of the usual unfunny.

Video Shoot

Documentarianne Jessica has been enlisted to capture Les and Cayla’s special day with her pro-grade, state-of-the-1990s-art VHS-8 camcorder, eschewing a tripod in order to get that trendy “found footage” effect. The music, wherever the hell it’s coming from, suddenly swells again, distracting Jessica in the instant that her lens captures Cayla’s head exploding…the shocked guests turn in the direction that the gunshot came from, to see Susan Smith sitting in the “golden canopy” of Les’ old tree, dressed in a wedding gown, triumphantly holding aloft a sniper rifle.

That's Alls I Can Stands

Well now she’s just totally out of control, unilaterally making decisions that even Becky herself would not be authorized to make on her own. A high school that last year was nearly forced to cut its athletics somehow has money to order new band uniforms? Yeah, whatever. The good thing that happens here is that Roberta finally sends Becky right around the bend, changing her facial expression from yesterday’s utter deadpan to today’s look of…rage? Disgust? Agita? Whatever Becky’s feeling, she looks funny as hell. And if “Dad” is “filming”, that camera is even more archaic than it looks!