Tag: Cayla

Statutory Ignorance

Today’s haphazardly drawn tableau finds the senior Scapegoats admiring a statue which their chaperone incorrectly identifies as “Eternal Vigilance” (its actual title is “Guardianship”).  I’m reminded of a quote from Mark Vonnegut’s memoir, The Eden Express: “The price of eternal vigilance is insanity.” Query whether Cory’s opinion of “shrinks” is based on firsthand experience.

Flashback to the 2007 D.C. Trip:
Chien may have been one of the (few) fairly attractive Batiuk women, but her fans may have forgotten how bitchy and unpleasant she could be…

Wedgie-ton D.C.

Today’s strip feels like a “twofer”, as if Batiuk had an extra gag that he wanted to shoehorn into this Washington trip arc. The first panel contains some of TB’s trademark exposition. Even though Cody and Owen are no longer freshman, it appears they still are on the receiving end of daily wedgies, though hopefully the Magic Marker attacks have ceased.

Meanwhile in panel 2, I guess the sight of the White House’s many windows has triggered an OCD moment in Les.

Flashback to the 2007 Senior Trip:
Hipster Chien enjoys a snide chuckle at the expense of the “Barbie Dolls”:
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Quarant'anni di Montoni's

Finally, a special occasion that actually deserves to be celebrated at Montoni’s. The joint hasn’t been this packed since Darin discovered breakfast pizza. Everybody’s here…of course, Becky and Wally have to slave away back in the kitchen, and Khan’s been a persona non grata since opening up his own eatery nearly a year ago. Holly and Donna are in the same shot, proving they are not the same person; ditto Summer and Pete (wasn’t he leaving town?). Dead Skunk Head John and Bull are either gazing lovingly at one another or have just finished sharing a joint.

Les Not Go There

That’s some pretty tortured perspective in today’s panel 1: is Bull walking on stilts? His knees are nearly on a plane with Les’ waist. Maybe that’s why he looks like he’s ducking to get through the door. To the literal-minded Bull, “no sweat” isn’t a mere figure of speech: he has to show us his armpit to prove that there is, in fact, no sweat. Cayla persists in emasculating Les (admittedly not that hard to do) by once again bringing up the Bull-ying that (she thinks) he endured in high school.

FW’s 40th anniversary celebration kicks off next week.

We Are the Champions


Note from TFH: I know that among the readers of this blog there are a number of fans of the Firesign Theatre. It is with great sadness that I share with you the news that founding Firesign member Peter Bergman has succumbed to leukemia at the age of 72.
Firesign Theatre’s Peter Bergman dies at 72,
Los Angeles Times

bobanero
March 7, 2012 at 12:22 pm
…I suspect that in the next couple of days Summer will be sealing the championship with a “Walk Off Free Throw”.

Jeffcoat Wayne
March 9, 2012 at 1:03 am
…Look at the trajectory and spin on that ball, and tell me it’s not headed over the backboard under realistic circumstances.

TheDiva
March 9, 2012 at 1:32 am
…I get the sinking feeling that tomorrow we’re going to see the spirit of the Blessed Saint Lisa guiding the ball into the net on the rebound in defiance of all probability and physics.

TB apparently understands physics about as well as he understands the traveling rule. It could only be the Hand of St. Lisa reaching down today to guide the errant shot through the hoop (hence the incredulous expression on the face of Cedars #3).

Louder
March 8, 2012 at 12:57 am
…A big deal was made that there were 12 seconds on the clock when St. Summer made her dive at the ball, so there has to be at least 8 seconds on the clock. More then enough time for the other team, so it’s not a “walk-of free throw.”

True enough, but you didn’t want to see the inevitable postponed for another week, did you? Didn’t think so. It’s over, Westview wins; big girl Brandy Bowles skulks away dejectedly. On to the pizza party and the Kili climb…