Well, one mystery has been solved. Dolt McMoron’s clearly a relative of Crankshaft. A grandson, no doubt, and he’s inherited his granddad’s inability to use language. I wonder if he’ll knock over some mailboxes in his SUV when he leaves? Or kill people? That could be entertaining so the outlook is not sunny for the Westview nine this day.
As for the actual content of this strip, for the most part I look at this and when I look in the mirror I see Bull’s expression in panel two papered over my own, like some kind of horrible vampire-mask. That kind of dull-witted non-interest depicted there, and felt here, sure makes it hard to wake up. I mean, write. But, credit where it’s due, that knob in panel two is really well drawn. Honestly–it’s realistic enough to be recognizable, but also nicely abstract. I think today’s offering would have been way better if it was just drawing after drawing of that blackboard knob…because the rest of it….zzz
…zzzzzzzz *SNAH!!* I”M AWAKE!
Son of Stuck Funky 