Professor John Howard of the Kollege of Komix Book Knowledge goes back, back into komix history, even beyond Action Detective Comics #1, across the pond and all the way to the late 19th century. Cody brightens at the mention of a name he vaguely recognizes. TB’s heard of Joseph Pulitzer and his prizes too, having come thisclose to claiming one for himself.
Look on the bright side, kids: Batiuk spared us most of the Battle of the Bands, and Les is still off the radar. Kut to the Komix Korner, where the chullo’d one and John, lover o’ boys, are discussing the things that really matter, and by that I mean comic books! Owen earnestly raises a question about “comic” books that readers of this blog regularly ask about a certain “comic” strip. Reckon the komix geek community (and I say that with affection) will be all abuzz that Owen is prominently proffering a copy of DMZ, a “Comic” Book That Exists.
*bashes head into a wall*
First off, hats off to an eagle eyed reader that pointed out that yesterday’s anonymous band member was actually Cody! I could not tell. Faces and ages aren’t drawn with enough consistency for me to identify all of Westview’s various Marfan’s afflicted denizens.
Thanks to graduating off 90% of the high school characters, we’re now left with these two unlikable nerdlings who just happen to be into– drumroll please… comics!
Riddle me this: How did John from Komix Korner have trouble coming up with his rent when the only thing to spend money on in Westview is pizza or comic books!?
Documentarianne Jessica has been enlisted to capture Les and Cayla’s special day with her pro-grade, state-of-the-1990s-art VHS-8 camcorder, eschewing a tripod in order to get that trendy “found footage” effect. The music, wherever the hell it’s coming from, suddenly swells again, distracting Jessica in the instant that her lens captures Cayla’s head exploding…the shocked guests turn in the direction that the gunshot came from, to see Susan Smith sitting in the “golden canopy” of Les’ old tree, dressed in a wedding gown, triumphantly holding aloft a sniper rifle.
“On the arm of her Daddy she’s a-walkin’ down the aisle” as the music plays. Really loud music, judging from the way the notes completely fill the background in panel 2…Becky probably brought the high school band. More leaves fall. I guess in a front-lawn, folding-chair wedding, conventional etiquette is dispensed with, as Tony and DSH John are seated on the bride’s side of the aisle. Etiquette also dictates that I refrain from commenting on Cayla’s sizeable booty.
Son of Stuck Funky 