Cody and Owen – Page 23 – Son of Stuck Funky

Molasshole

With today’s strip, Owen crosses the line from borderline likeable/sympathetic, and joins most of the rest of the FW cast in the “despicable jerk” column (his pal Cody having made that transition a couple months ago). Owen’s whole shtick consists of answering questions by rephrasing and restating what he’s been asked: “Revenge” isn’t the “gold standard of getting back at someone”…it’s the very definition of getting back at someone. “Connecting the dots“? “I think I see where you’re going with this“? Th’ fuck’s the matter with this boy?

And molasses? Really? Wouldn’t it take a really long time to pour a gob of molasses on each and every senior’s locker? And how is this “revenge”? What he’s really doing is making more work for Westview’s poor janitor, who is still seeking his own revenge on whoever pissed in his closet 20 (or 30) years ago…

Brace Yourself

Oh, come on. This joke might’ve raised a smile before polio had been eradicated in this country. But what 21st century teenager is going to not automatically associate “wearing braces” with teeth?

Shelf Life

Sunday’s strip.

His “ex” Mallory may be “the world’s perfect genome”, but Cody needs to be sterilized, stat. As if his lousy potential as a breadwinner didn’t make him a poor candidate for fatherhood: witness his complete disdain for his progeny. He’s set them on a shelf somewhere with the rest of his widdle toys. Perhaps barren Owen and Sara can pursue custody.

Getting into Her Genes

Link to comic.

As a teen, your author was a nerd and a band geek, too, but my nerd friends and I could still appreciate an attractive girl…and of all the descriptions we might have used for a hot chick, I doubt “the world’s perfect genome” would’ve been among them. Is Owen concerned only with her potential as breeding stock? Is this an Aryan thing? And do high schools allow students to “drop” classes?

Shootin' Blanks

Today’s class

Forget snooty Mallory Brooks; here’s Cody’s real significant other. Unlike cocky Cody, Owen treats this exercise with due reverence. Yesterday he looked on pensively while waiting his turn at pretend fatherhood. Reaching into the bag, he glances bashfully at “wife” Sara, who, though apparently less than thrilled to be paired with Owen, at least isn’t grossed out by him. Owen seems genuinely saddened by faux Fate’s cruel blow, but best bud and father of “twins” Cody is right there, informing the rest of the class of Owen’s underwear preference.