Doom Me

From yesterthread:

Rembrandt36
July 10, 2014 at 11:38 pm
I’ve been to comic con. At least 1/4 of the people that go are cosplayers. Nice to see not one damn cosplayer in this illustration.

Happy now? Holly is initially taken aback to find Marvel supervillain Doctor Doom lurking behind her. Luckily for her, though, as one of the most intelligent humans in the Marvel Universe, the Doctor has already memorized all the comic book inventory on the floor, and magnanimously assists Holly in her quest.

Batom Comics VS Reality

TB pivots from an industry about which he clearly knows little, to one that he professes to understand well…and still gets it wrong. Anyone who’s worked in or around the print industry knows that if a printer fucks up the job , he eats it; he re-runs the whole job at his own expense, not charging the client for a “correction run.”  Meanwhile TB amuses himself, if no one else, by name-dropping himself, and (mis-)quoting his Crankshaft strip from a month ago.

What Should Be the New Default Caption for New Yorker Cartoons?

For posterity, I transcribe the Funky Winkerbean overlay that intrudes on today’s Starbuck Jones Cover, in which SJ himself seems to have awoken one day (perhaps after uneasy dreams) to find himself transformed into a drooling chimp:

Holly: This happens to be a key issue that kicks off the Xaxian-Krull war saga!

Funky: Sorry… I must have missed that while I was living in the real world.

Seth MacFarlane & I came up with an improvement for the chimp:

“How can I kill Funky Winkerbean?”
“How can I kill Funky Winkerbean?”

Funky is just being an arse—— to his wife, here. No bones about it. This is the guy who went back in time to admonish his teenage self to hang onto Starbuck Jones #1 for the world-shattering ambition of saving a suburban-Ohio pizza parlor. Not to mention that he was a kid, not in the real world, when this issue was putatively published. He should talk! No! He should shut the f—— up!

Also, a tip of the poison pen to Batominc for crapping all over the guest artist’s work with FW’s inexplicably bitter comment.

Christ! What a Funky Winkerbean!


Update: I couldn’t read the credit in the scan, but TFH has identified the guest artist as Terry Austin.

No One Mourns the Comics

Because today’s strip is about comical books, Mr. Oddnoc has enlisted perennial sophomores Owen and Cody to do the daily commentary. They will provide the puerile perspective and gravitas that Batominc bloviating about comic books warrants.

Note: the part of Holly in panel 2 will inexplicably be portrayed by Olympia Dukakis.

Owen: Mr. Oddnoc, do we have to do this one? It sucks!

Oddnoc: Oh, jeez, you’re right. Take the day off, boys! Go for a hike!

Cody: That’s what Batominc should do—take a hike!

Oddnoc: Haw! For sure. Anyway, here’s what Tubby McHagglesalot should have said:

Alternate-reality Chester the Chiseler: Ahhhhhhhhhhh! You cursed b——tch! Look what you’ve done! It’s decomposing and dropping in value. Ohhhhh, what a world, what a world! Who would have thought that some woman like you could destroy my beautiful comic book?

Owen: Good one, Mr. O! See ya!

Excuse Me While I—Snip—This Out!

Because today’s strip is about comical books, Mr. Oddnoc has enlisted perennial sophomores Owen and Cody to do the daily commentary. They will provide the puerile perspective and gravitas that Batominc bloviating about comic books warrants.

Enter Owen & Cody, sophomores. Neither wears any sort of headgear, hat, or chullo of any kind.

Owen: Mr. Oddnoc, come on! You’ve got to do some of the work. Put the scotch down for a sec!

Enter Oddnoc, a snarker. He sips pensively from a Glencairn glass, then sets it gently upon the table.

Oddnoc: OK, Owen. Let’s see. Hmm… Holly seems to have forgotten—

Owen: Cory’s gonna be pissed!

Oddnoc (arch): Oh, I’m sorry. Did the middle of my sentence interrupt the beginning of yours? Who am I? Who am I?

Owen: Haw! Les Moore! Anyway, I know what you were gonna say. She forgot she brought her own damn scissors.

Cody: Why slice it open now?

Owen: It don’t make no sense.

Oddnoc: It’s inexplicable, boys. Downright inexplicable.

All three drop their mics.

Exeunt.