December 7, 2013
And Tipp sticks the landing!!
Well, the injustice of the scoring makes me want to shout! Kick my heels up and shout! Throw my hands up and shout! Throw my head back and shout!
Enjoy your weekend, everybody! (and try not to let Tipp’s ‘come hither’ gaze towards John in panel two haunt your dreams…)
I think I’m throwing in the towel. I don’t have the time or motivation to do this anymore. Thanks to everybody for reading and commenting and being part of the fun. Thanks to Jason for starting this thing. Thanks to Neal and Rodd. Keep it up. People seem to like your comic strip.
Here’s the draft I was working on:
Oh, hi Gil Thorp! I didn’t see you over there.
Tip Nunn is my new favorite Gil Thorp weirdo. He writes really lousy cheers. He’s a gymnast, and damned proud of it. He’s developed a secret non-verbal language with John Pascoe, his tight-lipped AP Biology lab partner.
Tip Nunn not only cheers with a bizarre sense of poetry, but his game with the ladies is epically inscrutable. “We’re gonna celebrate manliness, Angie. You can celibrate your ladyness, if you have that thing that the ladies have.”
Isn’t this AP Biology? When do we start dissecting the fetal pigs? What about owl pellets?
No, let’s just do some kind of high school Miracle Worker thing.
Welcome to Ass Pocket Theater. Please enjoy the geometrical oddities that appear in planar butt surfaces.
Big, scary, quiet John Pascoe. Funny guy. Good lab partner. Ethnically ambiguous.
Oh, no! That jerk Koy Nash is jerkin’ it up big time, picking on poor Shimura! (Seriously though Shimmy, invest in a backpack, or at least a Trapper Keeper.)
Tip Nunn to the rescue! (Thank you for appearing, Shimura.)
Um, excuse me, but that’s gymnast/cheerleader, Mr. Male Patterned Baldness.
Uh oh, imposing fist of doom in the foreground! Find out how to order Nunn v. Nash on pay per view.
Program note: I’ll be kickin’ it in New England for a week or so, going to a wedding, seeing the Feelies and stuff. I’ll be back in the middle of next week. Given the posting schedule of late, you’ll hardly notice.
I failed to note in yesterday’s post that it seems that Milford is really suffering from a profound lack of players. In Gil’s radio interview at WDIG, he says that “Foley and Jarbo are coming along at wide receiver, and we love Visci and Gaines at running back.” Then note that newspaper reader indicates that the defensive backfield contains “Jimmy Jarbo and corners Ric Devore and Hamani Gaines”. Sure, playing both ways is pretty common in high school, but it seems excessive here. Maybe Gil was just drunk and/or lying to Marty on the radio. Maybe Marjie got her facts wrong in the paper. The fall plot jumble is already too packed with the silent guy and the cheer squad story that it’s unlikely that these player positions will ever be clarified. We will probably be reminded repeatedly about “the Troys”.
Cut to today, with Hamani Gaines, “trying the right side.” As you recall, Gil called the right side of the line “a work in progress,” but the Troys were bulldozing yesterday. I guess that makes Gaines none too bright. Maybe just don’t try stuff and run behind the bulldozers.
So Mike Hayes goes to the air. (Did we know that Hayes was playing QB? Now we do, I suppose.) Who is his target? Foley or Jarbo? Oops! The Oakwood defender did something rather improbable (given the artwork in Panel 2) and tractor beamed himself an interception.
Football season is in full swing.
Tip. Rah.?? Tip. Rah. Big Silent John Pascoe, what say you? Nothing? Okay, Tip. Rah. to you then.
I’m seeing double. Too many Tip Rahs for me!
Mimi’s already bored. Hey, did Gil record this interview back when he promoting the wrestling match, because it looks just like….never mind. Tip. Rah.
Kaz is drivin’ in his car
He turns on the radio
Gil is readin’ off the roster
On the Marty Moon Show….
Oh, goody! Football’s on! Oh crap, it’s footage of practice.
A.P. Biology! Let’s dissect something, shall we? Ah, we have to start with owl pellets!?
How are ya?! Tip Nunn stole Doyle Dane’s Bobby Bittman haircut? I guess he better pair up with big silent John. (Nice foreground outreaching hand Mr. Varma.)
Koy Nash? Really?
Say, where can I get on of those escape key t-shirts that the moron is wearing?
Hey Moron, it gets better.
Let’s recap quickly. Cheer squad needs men, or boys, or gymnasts. Tip Nunn, somersaulting into the inky blackness of Milford Town Park Lake is an approximation of all those things.
Meanwhile, Gil needs a passer, some depth and mostly some size, so they’re roaming the hallways before school has started looking for those things? (Is that not the concept of “meanwhile”? ) They spot a shadowy figure, ala Cully Vale, wandering around the school and Gil almost creams his jorts. So he bolts over to Counselor Mrs. Macky to get the scoop on the big fella. First off, Mrs. Macky, really? A name lifted directly from South Park? Okay. Secondly, she is a handsome woman.
Meanwhile, at the Lake at Town Park, where school still hasn’t started, Angie and Maddie are employing trying to shame gymnast Tip Nunn into coming out for cheer squad by questioning his manliness? So far this fall is all about trolling for dudes.
Meanwhile, Gil has smooth talked Mrs. Macky into spilling the details about Hulking Size Model John Pascoe so he could somehow be lured to practice to be set upon by a pair of mouthy jerks, Omari Troy and Troy Costello. (also, Kaz got a delightful heart shaped earring.)
Ready for some really weird football?
Meet new character, Tip Nunn, man about Milford (and also Billy Jean King’s publicist). He’s really needed around here, you got that Durrell. (So I guess that was Durrell on cooler duty in yesterday’s strip?)
So this fall’s plot will be, at least partially, about male members of the “Cheer Squad”? Why not? Asperger’s, irish kids, now Tip Nunn, Cheer Squad Guy.
Panel 3 is an example of a Gil Thorp phenomenon that I guess has never really been named. It’s that foreground hand gesturing at somebody that is drawn with much more attention to detail than hands that appear in typical middle distance fashion. Yeah, that thing. It wouldn’t be fair to call these freak hands because they generally do outclass all the other hands anatomically (even though I suppose they’ve been tagged as “freak hands” due to the sheer indifference to any kind of meaningful and useful tagging of this blog).
Anyway, here’s a sampling of other instances of these hands, which may also be viewed as some sort of weird “cut-up” Gil Thorp story:
What’s going on in the Central City Armory now that the bright memories have faded? Did Herk face Laredo with a broken collarbone?
Isn’t Subwich a chain? Was the free sub offer only valid at Milford Subwich locations? How long ago did they eat?
Is the ‘Pop is confused’ schtick all that remains? Can we get Gil in a singlet, please?