Rusty
December 17, 2013 at 11:56 am
Where do they fit all those reindeer in the restaurant? The empty booths?
Well, that would be safer…but tradition demands that every Yuletide, Funky and one of his flunkies must retrieve Santa’s reindeer from the basement and install them on the roof. Tradition also holds that Batiuk drag out and recycle old gags that weren’t that funny the first time around. From 2009:
Darin must have known even when he and Jess returned to Westview over 2 1/2 years ago that his business degree was worthless. Turns out “MBA” in Darin’s case stands for Montoni’s Basement Assistant. With Cory away in Afghanistan and Les still writing that goddam screenplay, the task falls to Darin to schlep the decorations upstairs.
It “seems like” that, Rachel, because you were putting up the Halloween decorations only seven weeks ago (and only three days before Halloween). Now your boss has waited until mid-December to drag out the Christmas decor. I’m no fan myself of Christmas creep, but decking the halls a week and a half before Santa arrives seems kind of lazy.
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.
DavidO here snarking from a somewhat dusty room in here…*wipes an eye*
In today’s strip, we’re celebrating a major holiday with nary a Les in sight. Neither is there a mention of book tours, ghostly wives, pizza or marching bands. We even get to see Skyler in a somewhat closer view today and the kid doesn’t look bad.
Let’s be thankful for everything we have today, including a FW strip that doesn’t make every bone in my snark body ache.
Son of Stuck Funky 