Oh, good, it’s Chullo and Glasses, back for an arc. Actually, it’s not good, but it could be worse. It could be Les.
And Glasses, no, you’re not a senior until you start senior year. That’s how it works. Here’s an example you’ll understand. If you want to go from your house to Montoni’s, you’re not AT Montoni’s as soon as you leave your house. You’ve still got all those steps to take.
No wonder it took Chullo and Glasses 14 years to get to senior year. They’re dumber than rocks.
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I ask you–how could I resist a post title like that? Tom Batiuk must be a faithful reader here, and decided he was going to lob an easy pitch right over the plate.
I had no idea that Bull’s fantasy was to be a news reader, just as it came as a surprise that Ann Fairgood wanted to be a writer. I also had no idea how far he’d go to realize that fantasy (barring actually applying for the job). I mean, that looks damned dangerous the way he’s sitting in the back of the truck. Note that the desk is not secured in any way, so that if the truck goes into a curve Bull risks having his thighs crushed.
I also think yesterday’s answer has to be “joking.” There’s no way a second desk would fit inside that pickup truck. Heck, the desk itself barely fits. Sure seems like Les picked the most qualified person to oversee this task. (Okay, to be fair there’s probably a second truck, or some other vehicle since we saw three students and two teachers yesterday, and we’re missing at least one of each. However, being fair is no fun.)
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Saturday’s strip was not available for preview…
–which, when you think about it, must be an awful lot like what it’s like for Tom Batiuk, actual writer and drawer of the strip, over the past couple of years. Let’s listen in!*
“Okay, I need a strip to end the week. Where was I with these stories? Oh, again…ugh! Open, file, browse…uh…NO NO NO. Digging out the spreadsheet is too much work–why can’t new technology work the way I want it to?–the hell with it–I’ll wing it! So…let’s do a comic book tribute! Oh wait–it’s Saturday, not Sunday… Hm. How about…(pause)…someone waxes nostalgic about how things were better back in the 80’s? I could have…uh…Funky…yeah, he’ll work–be all peeved that Sony’s mini-disc never really caught on. Or maybe laserdiscs? Yeah–I could have Funky holding one delicately by the edges and saying how great it was that you could ‘hold a real movie in your hands’ and it’s, like, Back to the Future, or Sinbad of the Seven Seas, or Stallone in Cobra. Yeah, yeah, this is great. Only…maybe too great. I could probably get a week out of this. A week? C’mon, Tom, who’re you kidding? Two weeks! Yeah! Lemme get out the ol’ sketchpad, and–
“–oh crap. I still have to do this damn Saturday thing. Damn it. Just when I’m on a roll, too! Oh, ah, let’s see, Bull tells student athletes, the ones he hates, to go get a few desks. And he says ‘You might consider this a desk job!‘ Yeah, that’s good. Or maybe something about ‘This is as close as you’ll get to TV coverage’? Oh, that’s good, too–man, I sense another week coming up! –no, no no! I gotta get this done. Okay. Okay. Everything is calm. Mental coin toss. Going with the ‘desk job’ thing. Yes…[draws some stuff] another day’s work…worked out. Time to warm up the VHS, the popcorn maker, and delve!”
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My God, look at Bull’s face in panel two. That’s the perfect Funky Winkerbean mask of weariness and resignation. Remember what I said the other day, about how Tom Batiuk has lost the ability to tell jokes? This right here is the proof. If Bull was wearing even a slight smile, his remark could be taken as a joke, about…uh…how the girl’s basketball team needs more training? Or they’re larger and stronger than the football players? Or something? Instead Bull has the expression of a man who’s about to walk that last lonley mile. “Any word from the governor?” Young Bob Dylan, tangled up in blue in the lower left, would be wise to quit glowering and listen in; he might get a great song out of this, maybe even a whole album! Maybe something like “Idiot Wind-Bag.”
Lastly, there is a bit of amusement on display as history is about to repeat itself: Les, not paying attention, is going to walk right into that purple-shirted girl who is distracted by her cell phone. KLANG! *OOF* THUD. On his trip into the past, one wonders what Les Moore would tell his younger self. One suspects it would be something like, “Buy that Starbuck Jones comic, kid.” After all, if your mind only has one track….
Always looking for new ways to show his total disdain for his students, Jim Kablichnick takes a different approach in today’s strip. The resulting pun is not totally terrible, but, given the students’ reactions, appears to have had the desired effect.
So does this mean that students watch Cosmos in every class at Westview High except for Kablichnick’s science class? And how does Cody have the context to compare Kablichnick to an Australian magician and entertainer?
Son of Stuck Funky 