Tag: Jessica

Nor-dick

Unless “just being Nordic” is a Midwestern idiom that’s too obscure to be found on Google, I’ll assume that Jessica is saying that Darin’s “just being neurotic.” Though if that is the case, I’m less sure whether Blondie’s joking or if she actually thinks “Nordic” is the correct term.

Whatever suspense Batiuk is trying to build here is undermined by a couple of things: mainly that he mentioned in an interview last month that Frankie would be returning. On the other hand, casual readers (as opposed to us beady-eyed nitpickers) may be hard pressed to connect the black-and-white-haired man we saw last week clutching a Beer in his huge hand with the black-and-blue-haired guy with the dainty hand, who’s just checked in for an extended stay at the Stveiw Motel.

Brds…Bees…Boxcar!

Let’s go break the news to poor old Fred, the invalid who has conveniently (for everyone but him) been given a room upstairs, where he passes the hours watching the world below go by without him. Naturally, Grampa-to-be’s reaction to this ostensibly “good” news is an expression of personal regret at never having had “the talk” with his son.

Thanks to the colorist making Jess’ shirt the same color as the yellow background, her demure pose in panel 2 makes her appear to be convulsing.

 

Burden o' Joy

Forget Batiuk’s Quarter Inch, we are in Bizarro World. Jess and Darin, who clearly don’t have a pot to piss in, are actually apologetic to Ann for their having conceived a child. “Eight Track”, meanwhile, is not merely pleased: she’s insane with glee at the prospect, declaring herself “totally ready” to help care for an infant…though you’d think she’d have her hands full, having already appointed herself as Fred’s speech therapist.

Stork Reality

I suspect that those of you who didn’t venture a guess that yesterday’s “news” was Jessica’s pregnancy suspected it anyway, but were hoping against hope that it’d be something, anything else.

billytheskink
April 22, 2013 at 9:25 am
This a great setup for Darrin to hand Ann the newspaper he just picked up out of her yard…

Now that would have been funny!

Rusty
April 21, 2013 at 11:48 pm
Time for Lisa’s “Now that my bastard son has gotten some bimbo pregnant” VHS tape.

You know such a tape must exist; St. Lisa covered every (ahem) conceivable possibility!

Jim
April 22, 2013 at 6:40 am
Why would a pair living above a crappy pizza joint with no real source of income view a pregnancy as anything but ambivalent news?

That was my thought, too. Unless she also has some Hollywood “WOW” checks coming in, Jess has no visible means of support other than Darin, who leveraged his MBA to become VP of Marketing…for Montoni’s Pizzeria.