Ignoring the plot contrivances in today’s strip, such as the idea of someone finding a box while painting (Huh?) or the fact that Lisa had a journal should be well-known to anyone who lives in that household, why is Lisa’s Journal the size of one of those tiny stocking-stuffer address books that we all got at one point in our lives but never used?
SoSfDavidO filling in for the week, level grinding through this bog of a story arc…
Today’s claptrap is Tombat’s nod to Father’s Day? I think I’d rather have a monkey card and a bad tie, thank you.
And while I don’t think this is the intended effect, the more we get to know Frankie the more I think Lisa made a mistake leaving him for the spineless, smug, emasculated Les.
In any case, Happy Father’s Day, Funky Father’s out there! Here’s hoping you don’t have a father as terrible as Frankie or a son as awful as Funky.
Finally, after spending a week laboriously rehashing details we already knew, the
story arc goes somewhere. Too bad it’s Saturday and Sunday’s color strip will likely feature Les helping Pete move out of the apartment above Montoni’s.
And calling all you eagle-eyed nitpicking snarkers out there! Has Lisa’s journal *ever* been mentioned before? I mean, I know she left a massive library of reconning VHS tapes but I don’t recall anyone every saying anything about any journal.
Today’s strip gives us more nostalgic, fuzzy, sepia-toned flashbacks to the horrific memory of.. whatever the heck happened here. Domestic violence isn’t funny, so there’s not much I can say here, other than it’s a good thing Shaggy from Scooby-Doo was there to save the day!
It looks like Tombat finally secured enough of a budget to show instead of just tell. A wise move in this medium of art! It may not be enough to keep Les and crowd interested, however, as they’re starting to look as bored as most of the readers. I’m not sure why they’re facing “Jff” like they’re a firing squad but there’s not many places to go when a wall of text takes over your living room.
Today we finally get a peek at what went down that fabeled, magical night. Maybe. Actually, today’s comic left me even *more* confused than at the beginning of the week!
Son of Stuck Funky 