September 2, 2014
I hope everyone enjoyed their Labor Day holiday. If you’re like me, today is a day to slowly ease back into the work routine as we slog through the long holiday-less slog until Thanksgiving (unless you’re one of those lucky bastards who gets Columbus day off).
Speaking of slogging, quite a bit of exposition going on today and almost all of it is painfully obvious in panels one and two. There is quite a bit of attention given to the details of the Standish ‘dos’ though. Ya figure folks in the office give Art a hard time about his wildly mismatched sideburn lengths? If they do, it’s probably not to his face. I mean, look at the degree of menace in his gaze as he tries to stare down Gil in panel three.
Unfortunately for Art and the few things he and Gil have to discuss, generally speaking, once the person you’re negotiating with has what he wants from you (i.e., the services of True) and especially if he didn’t even really want that very much, you have none of what we in the Root Beer Sales and Distribution industry call ‘Beverage Leverage’. OK, no one calls it that: they just say leverage, but the point still stands. Nevertheless, this does set up an entertaining beat as we will have to wait until tomorrow to find out just what kind of power play Art is going to (hopefully hilariously) make. Gil has a long history of bringing his A game whenever anyone tries to make him take his job seriously, so hopefully the action is about to pick up!
Bonus points: Occluded background details galore in panel two. There are those windows of course, but for today I’d like to call out the fine squiggle art that Gil has hanging about a foot below his ceiling, the perfect height for hanging serious office artwork.
Rah Rah Rah Rah Siss Boom Bah.*
So it just didn’t feel right, eh? True just wasn’t feeling the way the Valley Tech players lined up and charged headlong into a chain link fence. He wasn’t feeling their silly knees-bent running around advancing behavior. He wasn’t feeling their lack of stepping off a curb drills. How long will it be before Art breaks his silence and chimes in? Stay tuned.
*I couldn’t recall many lyrics from the Beach Boys song I name in the post title (and embedded above). I was surprised that one line is “On Friday we’ll be jacked up on the football game”. Jacked up? Who knew that phrase was even in use circa 1964. Of course jacked up means different things to different people. Marty Moon’s jacked up may not be the same as Gil Thorp’s. This song really should resonate with Gil, what with all those loud braggarts trying to put him down.
Is it just me, or has Mike Love always been a straight up douche?
August 30, 2014
Now today would’ve been the day for the Black Dynamite “Who saw that coming?” clip I linked to on August 14. Instead of Saturday morning quarterbacking about how the exposition will play out next week, let’s focus on the little details:
- The return of Tim’s favorite prairie style windows.
- Gil’s a-bit-too-friendly hand on the shoulder, which at least lets us see that he still rocks the wide-ass ’70s watchband. Honestly I’d have thought an ex-military man like Gil would rock a NATO strap.
- True’s “aw shucks” eyelash batting in P2. Are these two getting flirty?
- Since we don’t see True below the thigh, we don’t know if he’s still wearing the cam walker. That’ll have bearing (see what I did there?) on whether he competes for the starter’s spot or just mentors Jarrod from Subway.
- Art’s unamused facial expression. Next week’s exposition should tell us what went down at VT that didn’t fit in with his fantasy.
That’s it for me. Get out there, enjoy this Labor Day weekend, and don’t think about this crap until you see the next strip.
Hey – Milford is actually starting school roughly the same time as the rest of the universe – whoopee! And look who decided to go to Milford after all – none other then True, who somehow accomplished the scholastic impossibility of transfering in the blink of an eye. How about Gil actually walking the halls and finding him at his locker? Another first! Now the only problem is getting him legally on the football team, then seeing if he can actually play or not. All we’ve seen football-wise is his picture on a smartphone in pads. Wonder how that ankle’s doing – the bonfire is probably next week sometime with the opener Saturday night. But first things first – that locker combo. If he has nothing in it yet who gives a crap what it is?
August 27, 2014
Hey, remember the other day in the comments when I couldn’t be bothered to remember Tipp’s name? You do? Good, because if there’s one area where this strip has you covered, it is making sure you know the names of all the goofy characters. Why, we even get somewhat reacquainted with that lovable mute, John Pascoe. Not letting his PSTD induced silence keep him down, it turns out that he and Tipp aren’t just about punking bullies, but now have some sort of workout/bodybuilding thing going on now. I guess that makes about as much sense as anything. I wonder if dedicated gymnast/occasional cheerleader and even less occasional vaulting tailback Tipp has seen the light and is now full time on the football team… Regardless, I’ll be interested to see where they go with this plot about Saad’s rapid muscle gain combined with his inability to grow proper facial hair.
Sorry for the paucity of links but, as I mentioned, I got very little time for this today.
August 26, 2014
As promised, today’s no-frills commentary:
Panel one – That is a well drawn hand. Nope, nothing freaky about it at all. Gil’s dialogue is even kind of OK. Note, he says ‘gentlemen’ instead of the Milfordian ‘gents’.
Panel two – Hey, it’s the return of Steve Boone, who I guess is still slumming around the MCC and hitting on the caddies? I guess? Maybe? Who cares… he is introducing us to this strip’s new and exciting character, Saad Shamoun!
Panel three – Things had been pretty normal up until this point, but now we get Steve bringing the weird. The ‘in my office’ joke in panel two was played out twenty years before Steve was born so I’ll let that slide. I won’t let the freak-hand-inappropriate-touch go by nor the weird turn of phrase. Of course, that is perhaps the most salient feature of Steve: He’s missing one pronoun.
And now for football practice…with pads everybody! We’re wearing pads and tackling! Isn’t that great? We’ve had the most boring summer in years (not a HRONK!, FOOZLE!, or fallaway slam to be found) but now we are practicing football in pads! We’re not worthy.
This narration box should probably have another cup of coffee and try to rephrase that whole statement about the what line was a match for what line. It’s pretty hard to read it the way it was and not conclude that somehow Gil has devised a way for certain players to play against themselves.
It does appear (if you really squint) that panels 2 and 3 show number 65 blocking for a ball carrier and tackling a ball carrier respectively. However, this brings up a question of how practice jersey colors are assigned when some players will be practicing both ways. More coffee is required to contemplate that.