Tag: Dead Skunk Head

Half a Hug

“I’m so happy for you! I wish I could hug you with both arms, but as you know I lost my left one as a result of getting in a car with your good-for-nothing drunk ass!” I was puzzled by John’s startled expression in panel 1 until I realized he’s having an unpleasant flashback to his own near-proposal to Becky, which was derailed at the last second when MIA Wally turned up alive (the first time).

Skunk Head’s Little Helper

“Yeah, John really supports me during marching band season.” Bullshit. Unless by “supports me” you mean “complains to our friends about our nonexistent sex life“. When have we ever seen John lift a finger to “support” her, during marching band season or any other time? He can barely support himself: he runs a business that discourages casual shoppers and is not accessible by the disabled, he turned down a chance to acquire valuable inventory, and his store serves as a clubhouse for local misfits.

Nothing for Christmas

bad wolf
December 11, 2013 at 8:23 am
I was never a real collector, at best i would pick up ‘reading copies’ (the cheapest available–funny how DSH doesn’t mention that possibility to a customer).

(Hat tip to bad wolf, whose Dec. 11 comment I’ve been quoting for three days running.)

So Dead Skunk Head John was holding out all along. After befuddling and boring Holly all week with his collector’s jargon, lo and behold, the second of the seven mystical SJ covers is revealed.

Howard and Nester
December 12, 2013 at 12:04 am
Day 4 and there are still no comics in frame in this soi disant comic store…This is starting to get creepy.

As it happens, yours truly had occasion to visit a bona fide comic store today to get a secret Santa gift for a coworker. This guy happens to be a comics fan who incidentally seems reasonably mature and well-adjusted. So at lunchtime I took me to NYC’s Midtown Comics. I was really tempted to ask if they had any Starbuck Jones, but the staff was pretty busy and surely had no time for my foolishness. Still: comic books (and other wares) were clearly on display and available for perusal and purchase. And nary a chullo, goth chick or dead skunk head in sight.

Slab Me Silly

bad wolf
December 11, 2013 at 8:23 am
…Believe me, the [comics] industry has had a long conversation about these man-cave stores with geek-babble spouting salesmen freezing out potential customers by putting up a wall of ‘secret passwords’ and inner-sanctum speak. So yes, if TB is trying to show us what’s wrong with comic stores today, he’s doing a bang-up job.

It had been going so well, too, with John patiently explaining the nuances of comic book grading. That is, until Holly asked a perfectly reasonable question, earning not just John’s disdain but also garnering dirty looks from freaks Alex and Owen