How bad was the past week of Les strips? Bad enough to make today’s appearance by Mister Kablichnick feel like a refresing palate cleanser. I was ready to add “doughnut of doom” to the Batiuktionary, figuring that the term was coined by TB to set up the “punchline.” But Grandpa Google turned up this April 2019 New York Times article that uses the phrase, as well as the image Jim that is showing the students.
It’s been a pleasure sharing the pain with you lo these last two weeks. Beckoning Chasm steps into the wheelhouse starting Monday!
Link to today’s strip, when it drops.
As usual, Sunday’s strip wasn’t available for preview. Which is just as well since I was getting tired of making lemonade out of absolutely nothing.
I will admit. I had a private, personal, chuckle at yesterday’s strip. Not because it was good AT ALL. But because I was a percussionist in high school. And at the time there were waaaay too many percussionists at our school. During marching season we had enough drums and cymbals and pit instruments to go around, but once concert season rolled in there would only be three or four musicians needed for every song. So the rest of the percussion section was left sitting on the floor in the back of the band room chatting quietly, texting on our primitive stupid phones, doing homework for other classes, or flat out taking a nap.
Our director, while very good in almost every other way, just let us decide who got what part, and the few who were passionate about percussion would by mutual agreement take the difficult stuff like timpani or bells every time. It got to the point where the scrubs were drawing straws and playing rock paper scissors to see who didn’t have to get up and count rests for half a song to ring a triangle or smack a wood block. The rest of us would just rather lay around doing algebra homework.
So yeah. If anyone wasn’t going to sprout into a mighty musical oak tree, it was CBH on her tiptoes trying to play one of the four chime notes in the entire 20 minute medley of music from Lord of the Rings, and missing.
Beckoning Chasm takes over on Monday, and I’m looking forward to it! I’m sure his deep thoughts and penetrating insights will entice us to dig ever deeper into this bland yet somehow fascinating universe built from the existential dread of a white bread Ohio septuagenarian scraping for meaning as he nears the end of his career and life.
Stay Funky Everyone!
Link to today’s strip.
Oh my God, we’re still doing food jokes? And not just any food jokes, but jokes that are so old, I remember being bored by them way back in grade school. Hey, Tom Batiuk, right back at ya:
What really wrings the neck of this attempt at humor is the bizarre…well, “continuity” for lack of a better word. For the past two days, Bernie and Thatsnaught have been standing in front of the vendos. Now, they’re still standing there, wearing the same clothes, as if only a few moments have passed between strip-days. So far so dull, but suddenly, there’s a professionally-taped notice on the vendos that was not there before. It’s like a low-budget movie where the script girl was out sick one day. “Okay, that’s a wrap, loves; gotta get this stinker in the can!”
I could imagine someone like Philip K. Dick could take this “off” situation and create something out of it…Eye In The Sky comes to mind; there’s actually a scene with a vending machine! Philip K. Dick could be quite irritating at times, but his imagination was never in doubt.
Unlike some people I could name.
Link to today’s strip.
Comic Book Harriet asked a relevant question yesterday–is this vendo in the school, or the Komix Korner? We were, after all, dealing with two characters shown in the Korner in the previous day’s strip.
Well, today’s professionally taped sign gives us the answer. Although Bernie’s still wearing the same shirt as yesterday–does that mean he only has one shirt? Shades of Les Moore! (Spoilers: he seems to have two, this one and another just like it in red. I guess he alternates them seasonally.)
Other than that, it’s just another sad episode of how badly Tom Batiuk’s sense of humor has atrophied. School food, that’s always timely–but, I should shake it up somehow. He’s obviously trying, he’s even abandoned the safe, tried-and-true cafeteria in an attempt to recast the joke–but it’s the same old cafeteria fare, just drenched in a different bland sauce.
Neither one is edible.
Link to today’s strip.
Didn’t they get rid of the vendos? Oh well, only idiots like readers expect things like continuity. Obviously, since this strip is based in reality, the things in the vendo would be kept up to date, and anything past its sell-by date would be removed…much like a comic strip might be removed from a paper for something fresher and more filling.
Anyway, I guess this is supposed to be funny. It clearly isn’t meant to be poignant, or educational, or anything. And I guess I have to give a bit of credit for the (I think) attempt, even though it falls on its face.
I’m not sure what we’re supposed to make of Bernie. I had thought, with his interest in chess and the band, that he was going to turn out to be a smart character. Here–well, I don’t know. Is he dumb for wanting something from the vendos, or is he just naive? In the first panel he looks cynical and weary, in the second, he looks alarmed.
Oh well, I’ve already put more effort into interpreting this than it warrants. On to tomorrow.