After Les has softened them up, it’s Darin’s turn to show Tony and Funky what he brings to Montoni’s table. Young Fairgood’s eyes take on a maniacal glint as he lays out his mobile marketing strategy. But Darin’s real strategy is to bullshit these two suckers into thinking that he has all the answers. Which he accomplishes in a mere two panels.
Tag: technology
Search Me
Is that Summer, wearing her Dad’s green shirt? Nah, it’s Our Pete, slaving away over his “Pineapple” laptop (I thought Pete’d be more of a Pear guy). He spent all afternoon “Googling” himself, eh? So that’s what the young people are calling it these days. I wonder what kind of faces TB makes when he Googles himself?
Pete’s disembodied head in panel one resembles Porch Boy from Deliverance in a Summer Moore wig…
Nano What I Mean
It makes sense that TB would have an interest in the rejuvenatory potential of nanites: if anyone’s been affected by “the ravages of aging”, it’s the denizens of this comic strip.
I like how as panel 2 Jim speaks about making things smaller and smaller, his head has grown massive.
We Don't Need No Steenking Forfeit!
Here’s a link to today’s comic…
“Maybe this specialist, who is a knee specialist and whose waiting room we apparently are sitting in right now, will have some good news about your knee.” Why not just show a sign on the wall that says “Office of the Knee Specialist”? Nah, wordy spoken exposition is a hallmark of FW. But Summer is not listening to Les’ blather. She’s fiddling with a digital device that’s too big to be a Blackberry or iPhone and too small to be an iPad.
“Keisha just Tweeted” her? Everybody knows teens don’t Tweet, but it just sounds even more “now” than “Keisha just texted me” so let’s go with it.
And in case you were asking what could be even more implausible than a high school team forfeiting a tournament game because their star player got hurt, well, here’s your answer. “We refuse your forfeit, Westview She-Goats! We want you to kick our asses, fair and square!“
Help-Les
Les can’t figure out why the laptop isn’t synching with the projector. I can’t figure out what is going on with the guy’s head in the third row: the poor man seems to be suffering from some hideous, tumorous facial deformity. To compliment his increasingly slack and haphazard “writing”, TB has been playing fast and loose when it comes to drawing characters that are even remotely lifelike. In recent weeks we’ve been treated to a Mr. Incredible look-alike at the book signing, a goofy band-turkey customer, and numerous characters with impossibly tiny hands.
Son of Stuck Funky 
