SosfDavidO here! Sorry about today’s snoozer, I didn’t know we were going to be forced to go back to history class. Still, learning things about the early days of rock and roll beats being in a small room with Les and Ghost Wife or being stuck with Creepy John or Mopey Pete.
Today’s strip is like watching wallpaper dry. Why are we here? How is this advancing the strip at all? Who are half these people, and why should we even care?!
Ah, comic strips about young people! SoSfdavidO here just loves them. Does anyone know of any they can point me to? Because from the looks of today’s strip we’re veering dangerously back into Crankshaft’s turf again.
In any case, so someone can get *some* pleasure out of today’s strip, here’s the song in question. It’s actually a rather enjoyable jaunty number.
Link to today’s strip.
Here’s a song you’ve heard me sing too many times lately–well, here it is again. Today’s strip was not available for preview.
I’m sure it’s more celebration of Dinkle, more childish wish-fulfillment, but maybe we’ll get Funky jogging or a comic book tribute.
No matter what, I can guarantee this: it will be boring.
Batiuk seems unable to take any kind of criticism. When I first started doing this, my idea was to be helpful; to point out why things didn’t work, how to make them work, which things did work, and so on. But I’m guessing Batiuk doesn’t want to listen to anything but undiluted praise–the kind he got, I guess, for killing off Lisa.
So now he’s in a situation where the only people who read his strip…is us. He’s bored everyone else away. And since he hates criticism and refuses to change, he’s going to defeat us in the only route left to him: to refuse to have anything of substance. If there’s no meat, no one can complain about the cooking. Look at November–aside from treating a character (from a different strip!) cruelly, it was all about raising money. Watching people offer to sell things without actually showing an exchange. The upcoming trip to Memphis promises to be at least as dull, if not quite so predatory. It’s the way the drill always works out–you think, “Say, this might be promising” and it never is.
It seems like a heck of a way to run a hamburger stand, but then he’s the one pumping this garbage out.
And with that, I am outta here. Stay tuned tomorrow when the fantastical David O returns to entertain you. In this strip, he’ll be the only one who does.
Members of any band under the baton of “Noble” laureate Harry Dinkle are compelled to support the enterprise by going door to door peddling turkeys, books, and that sweet, sweet Belgian chocolate. Even a member who uses a walker and who several years ago couldn’t recognize his own son.
You were hoping that we’d dispensed with Dinkle at least until band camp, but today we find him fronting “The Bedside Manorisms”. Either Dinkle’s done a hell of a job whipping this band into shape, or he truly has gone deaf after all; in any case he feel’s they’re ready to head into the studio. Harry, the internationally renowned fundraiser, seeks to generate merch to sell at their shows, while Walt and the lady violin player we thought was Harriet reject such crass commercialism and embrace the DIY ethic.