Senior Moment II

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As you can see, we’ve dropped the “Bullying” arc because Mr. Batiuk had to get in another Les fix.   I’m sure the “Bullying” arc will be back–there are awards to win nominations to be had, after all.

While he was lovingly detailing Les, he forgot how to draw the other characters.  For evidence, look at Chullo in panel one–worst face this week.  He looks like Becky at the Wally-Rachel wedding–

–a hastily decorated potato pressed into service.  Perhaps even the very same potato.  On the other hand, look at panel two–four sets of heavy-lidded world-weary eyes.

Anyway, what we have today is more evidence that Chullo and Glasses are dumber than rocks.

In the past, students have hated attending Les’ class, largely because they hate Les, but also because he’s a dull pedant who turns the learning process into sheer torture.  Puns, Hemingway, Moby Dick and “trick” trick questions.  No one wants to be in Les’ class.

Now, here come Chullo and Glasses, and they can’t wait to sit in for more of the same.

Of course, Les would have a roster of students who were supposed to be in his class this year, and he could easily see that Chullo and Glasses are signed up.  Unless in Westview High, all you do is show up at a class and you’re enrolled.

And was Les so enraged by this perfidy that he marched the Dumbtastic Duo into the principal’s office?  If not, whose “OFFICE” is this?  Does Les hold classes in his office?  Is Glasses saying “Told you” to Les Moore?  Seems rather disrespectful; even Les deserves respect for his position (and for nothing else).

So, you make the call:  lazy ignorance or willful stupidity?

D.U.H.H.

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Greetings, folks, BChasm back in the slammer.    You might notice there’s actually a teeny, tiny bit of humor in today’s episode.   (Oh, our visiting character isn’t named in the strip, so I’m going to call him Dolt McMoron just for reference.)

Well, Dolt’s school is called “Diversity University Ironton,” which has got to be a hard way to introduce yourself.  But notice on his shirt!  Here’s the teeny, tiny humor!  Get ready…see, the initials of his awkward institution spell out “D.U.I.”!  As in “Driving under the influence.”  Which is, as well all know, Bull’s shtick–he’s always drinking, carousing, partying without bounds, even during school hours–all while driving.  His antics disrupt Les’ class (remember those 85 pizzas?  Ha!), and his flatulence has been known to clear out the faculty lounge for a day-and-a-half!  Ha ha ha.

Wait a minute.  Actually, come to think of it, that isn’t Bull’s shtick.  Bull’s shtick is to yell at his players from the sidelines in a futile attempt to make them win a game.   (Heck, even with that magic-arm guy from last year–Jakov or whatever his name was–the team only managed to lose slightly better.)

But apparently, Ironton wants people like Bull.  The whole idea that Bull has no responsibility for his team’s losses is par for the course in the Funkyverse.  It’s those damned kids.  It’s always those damned kids. 

(By the way, how hard could it be to come up with a better name if you want to use the DUI acronym?  Dacron University of Indiana.  That took three seconds.)

 

Principals of Pizza

Here’s a rather unusual Christmas Eve tradition that comes out of nowhere: serving Westview’s homeless a sumptuous Christmas dinner…of pizza. Yellow pizza, pepperoni not optional. Would it kill Funky to put out a tray of eggplant parm, and maybe a nice salad?

May I ask my veterans and service people in the audience: does Cory have to wear his uniform while he’s home on leave? Did he leave any civilian clothes in his bedroom, or just his comic book collection?

Bull-oney

Well, well, look at what we’re saddled with for the rest of the week! More observations that the Scapegoats indeed suck like a 5 Amp Hoover.

In today’s strip it’s obvious that Bull grabbing whatever he feels like out of the Lost and Found and everyone seems okay with this. Cell phone? Wallet? The only “scoring” Coach is doing is when he runs to the pawn shop to sell off Nintendo 3-DSs left on the bus.

Nate isn’t aging as well as the rest of his peers; Bull looks like the New Year’s Baby, Jim has a face as smooth as glass yet meanwhile Nate has “lovingly” been drawn out to mostly resemble a California Raisin.
baby bull
raisin

Niagara Falls?! Slowly I Turn…

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So, in addition to being cheap and band-obsessed, Harry fails to keep promises.   I’m thinking I like this guy less and less.  Harriet seems to feel the same way–“Hang on.  You’re going to keep a promise…that you made over fifty years ago?”  *SWOON*

Once again, the artwork amazes.   Nate has a massive nose and mustache in panel one, as well as a slightly stretched head; if not for the fact that he’s wearing the same shirt, he looks like a different character in panel two.  Similarly, his wife’s hair seems to’ve crawled back up her scalp in panel two.

Which is a good example of, yes, beady-eyed nitpicking.  But riddle me this:  when a strip is entirely free of interesting content, whaddya supposed to talk about?