Greetings fellow snarkers, BChasm back for another stint in the chair. Congratulations to HeyItsDave for giving us an exemplary two weeks on his first time out. Well done indeed!
As for today’s offering, there’s one thing worth noting:
Wedgeman’s back! There he is, near the center of panel one, burnt orange t-shirt, arms angrily crossed as if he’s been assigned to read Funky Winkerbean. What tales he could tell us! Like maybe, what the heck is Alex doing with her hand? Stifling a yawn? I’m with ya there, Alex. Note that Glasses seems to’ve lost a lot of weight, and behind him is some kind of creature I think I saw in a scary YouTube video. And right under the dialog there’s a girl who is fading out of existence! Wow, someone could use that if there was a space movie filming nearby!
Other than that, ho-hum. When I was in high school, any excursions off the school grounds did not require a face-to-face meeting with the parents. Usually, a permission slip had all the information my parents needed (itinerary, what to bring, etc), so I brought it to them, they read and signed it, and I turned it in. Are there now actual after-hours meetings for this sort of thing? If so, my next question is “Why?”
I’m going to pass over the comic book stuff and point out the awful overly-spun dialog we’ve got today. Always a problem when you draw your word balloons a year before you know what to fill them with. Wouldn’t panel one read better like this:
On the other hand, maybe we should just go with our inner Batiuk:
Son of Stuck Funky 