Tag: Darin

Fair, Good, Terrific

How many of you read panel 3 and thought that Lisa was saying “I’m really glad I got to know Fred and Anal“?

We have passed the midway point in the week-long celebration of Darin’s birthday, and apparently, not just Summer but the “whole famn damily” (to use my Dad’s old turn of phrase) have gathered to hear what Ghost o’ Lisa has to say. Pass the popcorn, Fred.

Anyone who has just started reading Funky Winkerbean would be thoroughly confused by this strip: who’s that frizzy haired woman in the hospital bed? How did we go from the hospital to these old people’s front door?

Rewind

For cryin’ out loud, Summer. Can’t you let the guy watch his videotape in peace without you sitting there simpering?

Lisa must have been having a “good” day when she recorded her video message, since by the time she learned that Darin was her son, she was about two months from death. She looks pretty robust on the tape. I wonder how proud she’d be if she lived to see how far Darin got in life with that MBA.

Delivering Darin

Happy birthday, dear Darin. In your honor, TB is showcasing his full array of fancy, non-hand drawn visual effects:

  • Panel 1: whenever an image is displayed on a screen or is behind glass, it must be faded and have highlights streaking across it (and what does today’s panel 1 have to do with the rest of the strip? ).
  • Panel 2: when lit candles are depicted, apply a glowing effect to suggest an arc welder’s blinding glare.
  • Panel 4: When depicting past events, if photo-album corners are not used, make the colors even more washed-out and muddy than usual, and apply halftone dots over all.
Bonus (hand-drawn) visual effect: check out how Darin’s adoptive dad Fred Fairgood ages about twenty years between panels 2 and 5!

The Sports is Saved

I have no idea why everyone had to leave the country club and travel to Montoni’s, in sleeting weather no less, to tally up the take from the “Save the Sports” raffle. To the astonishment of no one who reads this blog, the fundraiser was a huge success. Future prom couple Summer and Keisha throw discretion to the wind and use the occasion to engage in a PDA*.

(*Public display of affection)

I Am the Man in the Box

Where I come from, we print things out. “Printed it off” sounded weird to me (like “playdowns” instead of “playoffs”). But a Google search turned up this forum thread, so we’ll allow it. Today’s strip continues to beat the same dead horse, but anyone reading it outside the context of the rest of the week’s strips would have no idea what the joke was.

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