Link to today’s strip.
As always, Sunday’s strips are a mystery unavailable beforehand. But like a cold, damp Montoni’s pizza where you can taste nothing but grease, they’re a mystery whose solution is never fun.
I assume we’re going to get more of Wally’s graduation party, with perhaps a bit of sermonizing on the plight of the immigrant. The problem, as always, is that Batiuk refuses to do the minimal research necessary to get the facts right, so all his arguments end up being just flat out wrong.
You’d think his desperate attempts to appear Significant would make him refine his methods so he doesn’t come off as Willfully Ignorant. But I guess chasing awards doesn’t leave much time for anything other than Flash comics.
Here’s the link to today’s strip. I have only a single comment:
Today’s strip was not available for preview.
Isn’t that just like the comics industry? We finally have a story arc about a woman righting the egregious wrongs of the comic industry’s man-o-centric male-ocracy and then it stops being available for preview. Typical good ol’ boys club behavior, really…
Well, while we wait for the strip/truth bombs to drop, let’s take a look at the start of Mindy’s comics education, which began with the discovery of Lucy McKenzie’s comic book collection in the attic of the McKenzie home back in 2007… mere minutes after she smirked at a confused Lucy while visiting her at an Alzheimer’s home. That is really what happened.
Continues in today’s strip
Change her job title
“Here’s the first cover
That Darin drew featuring
Mindy is concerned
With realistic foot pain
She’s only girl here
But what Women’s Lib does
Not know won’t hurt them
Oh hello Holtron!
Surely you have opinions
On comics for Pete
It amazes me
That TB writes his dream job
As an unfun slog
Mindy continues to play editor in today’s strip. Just think, had she been employed at Atomik Komix from the very beginning then we Chester might not have had to endure the launch title flop that was The Inedible Pulp.
How does Mindy know that Armorilla is not so named because her super power is skin that is as tough as armor? Oh right, because she knows as well as we do that TB, Pete, and Durwood are not creative enough to come up with something like that. Frankly, “Armorilla” sounds more like she should be a clothed gorilla adversary of Atomic Ape and Charger Chimp (ugh) than a presumably human villainess who fights someone called The Scorch. One might think that wearing lots of armor would be easily exploited by a superhero called The Scorch, who surely has heat-oriented powers. None of these characters = “one”.
Hi folks! I’m billytheskink and here is the link to today’s strip. Much thanks to Epicus for taking us into a a new year of the same old. I’ll try to take us through the next two weeks of the same old. Hmmmmm…
And so we return to Atomic Comix… where everything remains as it was in 2018. The comics are still lame, the smirks are still infuriating, all of 3 people still work in its decrepit multi-floor building in central Cleveland, Pete and Durwood still actively avoid doing work (they haven’t finalized key details of a named character?), and Mindy still shocks the comics industry by being female.
Well, Pete has traded in the traveling green shirt for an ill-fitting Han Solo costume. That’s new.
Big ups to billytheskink for enduring the last two weeks of this “significant” arc. As Billy pointed out yesterday…
…Professor Forehead never assigned partners, he just told students to pair up themselves. He is not going to be able to assign these two new partners without breaking groups up, and if he is like most of my college professors, he is not going to care much about this melodrama.
Seriously, you’d think two adults–Wally must be pushing 40, right?–could put aside “the differences between us” and just suck it up and finish whatever nebulous assignment they’ve been paired up for and move on. Nope. But at least something is…well, not happening but starting to happen. The unlikely study partners are startled by a row of red R’s that are presumably a sound effect. An air raid siren? A snarling tiger? Roy Orbison?
(Programming note: Tuesday’s strip won’t appear until midnight eastern, so expect the dreaded placeholder post…same deal Thursday as we begin a new month)