SosfDavidO here! And though I know these characters are in the midst of a deep, important conversation about these two lovebug’s plans after their wedding in today’s strip, one detail has caught my eye and I can’t look at anything else.
That chair is pretty much the most disturbing thing in the strip lately and that’s saying a lot. It’s like Ed Gein murdered a Sasquatch and made furniture with the pelt. If that doesn’t send Rocky running back home to her parents nothing will.
Well well well! From the look on Holly’s face in Today’s strip, the idea of other people existing outside of Westview confuses her. The idea they take precedent over her really seems to be getting her goat!
Oh Rocky. Here’s hoping the infant-headed male or hatchet-faced female profile gene skips several generations.
I suppose from the viewpoint of a citizen of Westview, life is a savage desert terrain wherein you can be killed at any moment. That next bite of pizza might go down the wrong way and take you out, or that comic page may give you a paper cut that will develop into gangrene. Even worse, you may not spot Les Moore before he spots you, and your PUNishment will be severe.
Here we seem to have another episode in which the interesting thing–Cory’s proposal–is passed over and we just see the aftermath. I really can’t see the military dialogue as being a “proposal” or any kind, but it does sound like an argument in favor.
I guess?…I mean, the military dialogue seems to indicate that there’s trouble afoot, but the two of them together can overcome it. I’m not sure what kind of trouble they’re in, except of course that they live in Westview. Most proposals are accompanied by talk of how happy they’ll be, rather than how many problems they’ll face. One would think that being in combat would tend to make a person more resourceful, but then one suspects “combat” is nothing compared to daily life in Les Mooreland.
And again, we’re not told if Cory is just on leave, or if his stint in the army has concluded.
Speaking of stints concluding, mine as your host has now come to an end. As two-week periods go, this one was definitely…two weeks. Tomorrow the fabulously expensive David O takes over. Over to you, David!
I like things like photography, horror movies and cats, but those likings are not deep, obsessive interests–the kind that I talk about all the time, or am constantly steering the conversation toward–so this whole week has left me a little baffled. I’m trying to imagine a child of mine coming up to me, showing me the engagement ring he’s bought, and my response is something like–
“Wow, cool! Did you meet her through a camera club? What kind of camera does she own, and what kind of pictures does she like to take? Is she a Nikon or a Canon person? How many pictures of cats has she taken?”
I’d be much more interested in what she’s like, how they met, are you sure about this, are you prepared to start a family, when can I meet her–all without throwing in anything about cameras or cats. And adding my sincere congratulations and wishes for happiness. That’s generally how these things work.
Not Holly. All she can talk about are comic books, comic books, comic books. As I said earlier, she has a mild interest in her son’s future, but it’s nothing to the torch she carries for comic books. That doesn’t seem very healthy to me. After having comic books relentlessly thrown in my face by this strip, I will reluctantly concede that it’s fine to have an interest in them, but unless you’re connected to the industry, a 24/7 love-fest is not a life. Fat, drunk, and comic-book-obsessed is no way to go through life, son (if I may borrow a quote).
I’m guessing that Chester’s geyser of ecstasy is supposed to make him look ridiculous, but it comes across a bit hypocritical given the fury Holly displayed earlier–and her lackadaisical response to an upcoming massive change in Cory’s life. Yeah, that Chester sure looks silly, Mr. Batiuk, but…physician, heal thyself.
Here’s a picture of my cat. I took it with a Nikon after watching a horror DVD. See, two can play that game.
Well, Holly’s going to Hell. She actually said something was more important than comic books–which she referred to as “silly“! Yes, straight to Hell with her.
Oh wait. She’s already in Westview. Never mind.
The box in panel one is quite well rendered–quite a contrast to Cory in the same panel, who looks like Popeye the Sailor, before his eye popped. (Probably an accident when he opened a slabbed comic book. Serves him right!)
And like yesterday, she seems mildly interested in her son’s life, but I seem to recall when she scored a comic book or two last year, she was ecstatic. Only in Funky Winkerbean, folks.
Son of Stuck Funky 