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.
*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.
BeckoningChasm
October 12, 2012 at 1:39 am
I do want to ask, though…what’s with the dropping leaves? They seem pretty pervasive lately.
For what it’s worth, every strip in October has depicted falling or fallen leaves (except for when Les was inside watching a Lisa Tape). At this rate, there won’t be much of a “beautiful golden canopy” left for our bride and groom. Today the whole town of Westview is brought to a standstill; neither pizzas nor mail shall be delivered. Out on Les’ front lawn, the guests regard one another anxiously, while One of Cayla’s Relatives (do we know who? Does it matter? No.) makes a last-minute adjustment to her gown.
Son of Stuck Funky 