Check out the sign: “NO shirt, NO shoes.” Period.
Remarkably, Harry’s comics, despite not having been bagged and boarded, are judged to be “in pristine condition“. Sure, he neglects his doting wife, spent his working hours hanging out at Montoni’s and the Komix Korner, and apparently misplaced his two younger children, but by God, Crazy Harry has made taking care of his books “a priority”. Now he expects his books to take care of him.
Not only is John likely paying a mere pittance for Crazy Harry’s treasured comics; he’s standing idly by as Harry make multiple trips up and down the stairs, schlepping the heavy boxes that contain his collection. The former postie appears to be more than up to the task: he’s got enough wind left to bemoan his sorry fate at length.
Three or four hundred words later (a rough count, and not including Monday’s setup), John finally get to whatever point he’s been trying to make. Said point being, I dunno, if you’ve always called them “comics”, then you will continue to ignorantly do so.
Well! Who’s sounding like a “pedantic schoolmarm from a bitter hollow” today? I’m sure all you “hidebound literalists” in the audience, as well as all you beady-eyed nitpickers, feel duly chastised for dismissing Serious Storytelling Art as mere “comic strips”!
Epicus Doomus
November 8, 2012 at 11:03 am
…Is all of this some sort of attempt to justify the continued existence of comic strips or something?
Nope, just more of Tom Batiuk railing against us Philistines…
Again with the “lumping”. Yesterday, Skunkhead was proclaiming that the public “lumped” the “comic weeklies” in with Pulitzer’s “Sunday supplements”; today the crude, clueless, uncultured masses have “lumped” together those supplements with the nascent art form of “comic strips”. Because back in the 1880’s, and in fact right up until this day, the great unwashed craved mere amusement, and could never be expected to appreciate the difference between mere “comic strips” and art. Are you with me so far? Cody’s not. So desperate is he to get away from John’s blather that he’s using homework as an excuse.
Son of Stuck Funky 