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Diplame-a

Well, with today’s strip, Wally has officially beaten Summer across the Kent State graduation stage. And so has Buddy. And Kay Kyser too. Sheesh…

Wait, Kent State? I thought Wally was taking classes at a community college. Granted, I have an uncle who calls Kent a community college. He went to Miami (the Ohio one) though, so his opinion is a little biased.

Also, be sure to check the throw-away panels today for a rare glimpse at Becky’s left arm back when it was still attached.

Thanks for reading my two weeks covering TB’s flotsam. SOSF hall-of-famer and hall-of-namer beckoningchasm will take the helm tomorrow.

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Isn’t the Pun-isher already a comic?

Today’s strip deserves all the oys, head shakes, groans, and boos that it gets. Even Durwood’s attempt at lampshading joins in the dopey wordplay (and I use that term in the loosest possible sense).

I’m not sure what is more remarkable, that Pete and Durwood exhausted their creative energy and all they could come up with is a gender-swapped Human Torch or that Mindy is sure a gender-swapped Human Torch is THE THING that female comic readers have been waiting for.

Oy.

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We Have A Diet of Terrible Strips

Link To Today’s Filler

Ugh.  It’s yet another obvious filler strip, made with even less effort than usual.

Panel 1-Funky: “I’m going on a diet!”

Panel 2-Funky-“I’m not going on a diet, I’m just going to stick to my current diet!”

And why is Holly asking for clarification here?  “Plant-based diet” is extremely self-explanatory.  Is there an auto plant nearby, and how does Funky know what they eat?  I have a feeling Batiuk just heard someone mention a plant based diet and in his pun-obsessed mind tried to come up with some punchline based on the multiple meanings of plant.

Rejected first drafts of this strip: (ha, like Batiuk rejects any idea that pops into his head)

“I’m going on a liquid diet!  I’m going to eat whatever I want, and wash it done with a liquid!”

“I’m going on a Happy Meal diet!  I’ll only eat “meals” that make me “happy”!”

“I’m going on the donkey diet!  If you try to tell me what to eat, I’ll tell you to kiss my ass!”

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Infinity Bore.

Today’s strip

So sorry for the late post today. Finally went to go see Infinity War, which despite juggling dozens of characters and plotlines, and having plotholes big enough to drive a Hulk truck through, was infinitely better than this because the emotions of individual characters were both believable and dynamic.

This is going for dynamic, since it can’t manage believable, but it falls right on its face at the climax. The worst comic character name since Matter Eater Lad.

My cat sometimes presents me with an inedible pulp on the rug…and it usually takes hours of elbow work to get the stink out.

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Why, just why?-day, April 20

Today’s strip was not available preview, so it is time to dive into the archives to find answers to the questions that YOU, the loyal and hearty SOSF readers, want to know!

Today’s question comes from B.D. Idenitpicker from Picher, Oklahoma.

When did Pete get those bags under his eyes? Was he born with them?

The answer, obviously, is yes. Pete’s eye bags were visible on ultrasound. But, I know you all are here for archival evidence, so lets see some, shall we?

FW9-2-98
Here’s Pete’s first appearance in the fall of 1998 and… what? No bags? Or are Pete’s eye bags all we see here around his nose, not his eyes themselves? I subscribe to the latter theory.

FW9-4-98
Pete’s bags are on clear display in this strip, where much-missed Act II arsonist Mooch Myers takes Durwood’s property with no intention of returning it. I would like to see more of this, actually.

FW9-10-98
Pete’s bags grew considerably here in this strip, where he creepily pines for his best friend’s future wife.

FW9-11-98
And they grow further still when talking about his parent’s divorce, because Act II was all about EVERYONE having a personal raincloud.

There you have it, sports fans. Pete has never gotten enough sleep, or learned about antihistamines. Until next time, keep sending in those post cards!

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Just Put It On My Bill

SosfdavidO here, and I can’t resist a bad duck pun anymore than Tombat could apparently resist not sharing the Wes Anderson-esque tradition that the actual Peabody Hotel still carries on. Why? Because ducks are droll and shit less than geese.

So if you’re looking at today’s strip and wonder if you’ve accidentally stumbled into a Mark Trail comic instead, rest assured, it’s just Tombat and his artist friend trying their hand at whimsy. Far be it from this sentimental old coot to admit it’s pretty charming, all told.

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Sandsational

Not much to see in today’s strip other than Mason’s attempt at being punny. Have a safe 4th everyone!

today’s strip

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