Friday, Feb. 20

Today’s strip was not available for preview, but I’m sure it will involve the following, in some order:

– panel of EMU reps setting up a college-oriented gag
– panel of students reacting to said gag
– panel of school sign touting Saturday’s 8:00 PM winter concert

Emo’s daily opinion, on college education:

“I think today’s college students are some of the most intelligent, perceptive people… in their age group.”
– Emo Philips

Atten-shun

Today’s strip is a triumph in forced perspective. See how the spindly tip of Owen’s chullo appears to be scratching the temple of a young Spike Jones in panel 2. Remarkable.

And don’t forget to pick up your tickets for Saturday’s 8:00 PM Winter Concert. That is a thing that is going to be happening, a stark contrast to this strip, which is the very opposite of the definition of “happening”.

Not-quite Emu quote of the day:
“I ran three miles today… finally I said, ‘Lady, keep your purse.'”
– Emo Philips

Bull-shirt

Today’s strip called for a post title so obligatory, TB himself would probably be disappointed if I didn’t use it. We can’t have that, can we?

As we learned back when Dirigibles Unnerving Ingrates Diversity University Ironton was trying to hire him to coach their football team, one of Bull’s few motivations in life is the prospect of free clothing. Bull was probably one of the first people to move to Chia Earth (17 internet points to all who get that reference).

Those of us who won’t have the opportunity to sit through Sarah Silverman and Jo Jo White’s presentation on how to incur obscene debt can still get our very own EMU t-shirts right here.

Also, daily Emu Emo Quote:

“I thought I was being followed by a paid assassin, but it turns out the guy’s a volunteer.”
– Emo Philips

Aaaaaack-ronym!

Today’s strip see’s the return of TB’s latest shot at a running gag, places of higher education whose acronyms have other meanings. For those of you weren’t around for the second week of my first round of guest authoring back in November, we had a whole week of strips built around saying Diversity University Ironton’s name and acronym as much as possible. What a coincidence!

To TB’s credit, the acronym gag does distract significantly from the general discordance of this strip. If the presentation by the EMU reps is on Bull’s calendar, why are they introducing themselves and their purpose? Why does Bull exclaim “absolutely!” when he was not asked a question? Wait… Bull teaches classes? I had to read the strip 5 times before I started asking these questions.

Since “emu” is but a line closing the u away from “emo”, I leave you with a relevant and humorous quote (something about all this ought to be humorous):

“My name is Emo, as opposed to an Emu. Which, as you all know, is an Australian bird–a tall, ugly, skinny creature with a big beak. No similarity there.”
– Emo Philips

In Dreams, You’re Mine

Link to today’s strip.

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.