Tag: jukebox

What the Heck Do We Care?

Now you know how many ‘holes it takes to fill Montoni’s Pizzeria.

TheDiva
July 10, 2013 at 11:50 pm
Okay, folks, place your bets:
Halle is drawn in the background of a Sunday spread in a listless nod to continuity: 6/1

Does Halle Dinkle’s presence here qualify as a “crossover” if nobody knows about her comic strip? She’s the one helpfully holding up a placard-sized “Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad” card. There’s another unfamiliar face in the crowd, above Dinkle’s head, whose identity will be revealed Friday (as an afterthought; TB’s just giving a shout-out to one of his music friends). Rachel’s been made to don the dreaded red apron but Wally (and his wonder dog Buddy) have been permitted to mingle with the invited guests. I would give Dead Skunk Head John a hard time for showing up in a t-shirt, but hey: we’re in a pizza parlor.

Get ready for another guest blogger: starting Monday, it’s the snark stylings of Beckoning Chasm!

Back-Cake

Again: was there not one person (besides Funky) whom Dinkle could’ve enlisted to help him organize this party? All the stress has this poor old man ready to plotz.  There’s “all the secret invitations” (how many? Forty? Fifty tops, give the size of Montoni’s)…Ordering a cake (and then having to ensure that Funky would be there Sunday morning to take receipt of same)…Burning a whole CD! As far as the decorations, granted, that little twat at Party City was pretty mean to you. Why not treat yourself to a nice, relaxing massage? You enjoyed the one you got in Vegas that time, right? No?

March Madness

Ah, yes: Montoni’s famous solid gold jukebox. Batiuk’s fond of saying that Montoni’s Pizzeria is a replication of  Luigi’s Restaurant in Akron, OH, “right down to the nails in the floor.” But an image found on Flickr shows a rather more mundane ‘box in that real-world establishment. I guess Tom felt that a classic round-top Wurlitzer would add some charm. Sadly though, whoever colors these strips either has never seen a Wurlitzer, or is too lazy or incompetent to color it in any shade but sickly yellow.

Reality Stinks

Epicus Doomus
May 28, 2013 at 12:23 am
When you think about it, why would Boy Lisa be leaving? He works AND lives there, shouldn’t Frankie be the one leaving?

And why is the act of leaving taking so damn long? Darin’s started hustling Jess towards the exit as soon as Lenny mentioned their “show”, pausing only to express his indignation. Turns out that Plan B is another, darker reality show, where good guy Frankie’s paternal overtures are rebuffed by dickhead Darin.

DOlz
May 28, 2013 at 2:29 am
Ok, ok I get it TB you hate reality shows. I don’t like them either, but I don’t behave like a douche about it.

Yes, guess we can add wicked, evil “reality TV” to TB’s list of “contemporary issues affecting young adults.”