Tag: Tony

Counter Intuitive

Did I say Montoni’s was deserted? I stand corrected: as long as the coffee’s free, there will be “Crazy” Harry Klinghorn taking up space at the counter. Darin unwisely decides to use Harry as a one-man focus group to market test his latest hare-brained scheme. Sadly, though he still wears a postal uniform, Crazy’s been unemployed since before Act III began (think about it: have we ever seen him deliver any mail?) and is reduced to scrounging free grub from his old friend Funky. Hence, Harry’s preoccupation with where his next meal is coming from.

Meanwhile, over in Centerville:
Snarker Flummoxicated emailed SoSF to call my attention to a ver-r-r-ry intriguing Crankshaft crossover: Cranky is introduced to the daughter of his friend “Smokey” Williams. Damn! She looks very familiar…

That Darin Young Man

Even a meeting of Montoni’s board of directors is more welcome than a continuation of Les’ Story. Wunderkind Darin, whose “I-Phone” app was a huge success (as the sight of the deserted restaurant will attest), apparently has another brilliant notion. In expressing his disapproval, Funky manages to disparage both Darin and Tony. He forgets that Tony’s worst idea probably was making a partner of Funky, whose reckless expansion plans and cost-cutting measures nearly sank the business that bears his name.

Kish Me

Lesser Whark sez: That’s an accurate rendition of a classic Space Invaders cabinet. However, why didn’t they sell it to a collector when they were hurting for cash? Even if it’s covered in 30 years of pizza stains, if it still works it’s worth refurbishing and selling.

Riff Chick
April 29, 2011 at 2:27 am
Durwood: “i-phone tech techno tech screen wireless mobilization pizza unit.”
Tony: “I’m old and technology used today is different from when I was young and used to what was around me.”

Riff Chick distills the essence of the past week’s arc (much more succinctly than the Funk-sposition in today’s panel 1). Poor, shellshocked Tony resignedly trudges his huge, tired culo to the basement, to take refuge in the only technology (besides the fax machine) to which he can relate.

A tip of the SoSF slouch hat to my mate Lesser Whark for his iOS expertise this past week!

Drag 'til You Drop

Lesser Whark sez: “The complexity of drag and drop is only justified if you might put the ingredients somewhere other than on the pizza.  Montoni’s: the only pizzeria where you can order pepperoni in your soft drink.”

Sensing Tony’s technophobia, Darin proceeds to just flat-out just fucking with Tony’s head.

Lesser Whark again: “These two strips [Thursday’s and today’s] contradict each other.  Does the app just direct people’s browsers to the Montoni’s website (a waste of an app, especially given their discussion on the 25th)?  Or, does it replace the website, as described in the second strip?”