Let’s see… Panel one, Keegan defensively demonstrates that he’s dumber than a bag of hair. I get that the kid is a kid – even I have to see that – but I think if you’re old enough to drive you probably have the emotional facility necessary to figure out what you’ve done wrong here. Speaking of hair, would someone please buy Keegan a comb?
Panel two: Yep, that’s the chicken dance with an exploding eyeball thrown in for good measure. In the last two days, Wendy has gone through more eyeballs than I think we’ve previously seen. Someone send a note to Billy that we need to track this in the spreadsheet. I’d hate to let a record breaking performance like this be forgotten.
Panel three: Wendy wants you! …to know that her brother is hostile. Hostile? I’m not sure that’s the word I’d use. Maybe we ought to let her rephrase that. In any case, she should know by now that if she needs backup, the person to call is Shelby Hunter and it isn’t even close. Regardless, dumb as he is, Keegan better get with it. Wendy’s menacing left index finger resembles a one inch drill bit and Keegan is lucky his Adam’s apple is still intact after yesterday.
March 4, 2014
OK, folks. Today’s challenge is not for the faint hearted: Take a good long look at panel one. Now, can anyone explain to me what the heck is going on with Wendy’s lips? This strip is famous for its rather suggestive and/or bizarre depictions of many different parts of the human anatomy, but I don’t think we’ve seen this triple lipped phenomenon before.
Things don’t get any better in panel two, either. I think what we’re seeing there is supposed to be her lips somewhat puckered in frustration but I really can’t be sure as the rest of the drawing makes it look like Wendy has put on twenty pounds all in her face.
Panel three is fairly unremarkable. I bet thirty TWIM credits that it gets rehashed nearly verbatim tomorrow. Well, wait, is the guy on the far right trying to cop a feel? Now that I’ve seen it, I can’t un-see it…
February 18, 2014
Speaking of the risks of Gil Thorp blogging, one of the directions I could’ve gone yesterday was picking at the fact that Wendy was facing Yappy but then Yappy appeared to be attacked from behind and that made no sense if Wendy was the attacker… But, your humble blogger leapt to the wrong conclusion and there’s Shelby with her head provocatively canted in panel one to deliver my comeuppance. For what it’s worth, her shoulders look a lot more natural than when last we saw the canted head, hands on her hips pose.
Leaving that aside, some fairly disturbing imagery here: The formerly ‘yappy’ forward appears to be knocked out in panel one and then it looks as though the shadowy figures of panel two are stomping her as she writhes like an insect. I can only imagine how a chorus of shrieking whistles (or a ‘symphony’ if you will) must have contributed to the horrific spectacle a la the violins during the shower scene in Psycho.
Let’s take it home in panel three: more posturing from Shelby and the unfortunate return of whatever those things on her shoulders are supposed to be, an Oakwood Rocks sign for some reason, and, apropos of yesterday’s callout to SportsCenter, we have an invisible Stuart Scott bellowing out an extended ‘Booo-Yahh!’
February 10, 2014
I am sufficiently old and my kids are sufficiently young and I pretty much never go to the mall or any other place where highschoolers might tend to congregate (I hear these days the young people all hang out on Facetwitterest… I don’t do much of that either I guess). So, I have no idea whether chunky bracelets are all the rage or not, but they sure do wear a lot of them in Milford it seems. More perplexing is what exactly Ms. Ponytail is doing to the poster. I mean, it looks as though it’s already pretty well secured in place with those fancy non-rectilinear pieces of tape.
Well, now that we’ve got the gratuitous swipe at the artwork out of the way, let’s see if the writing gives us an easy lob to swat down. Hmm, that was quick. Why on earth wouldn’t you switch panels two and three? It sure would make Kaz’s coaching more sensible. Well, only sort of. I’m no basketball expert but I’ve seen enough terrible basketball in my time to believe that when one of your guys is in foul trouble early, while subbing him out is the generally accepted move, you may want to think twice about putting in a guy who is even more foul prone lest you
find yourself put the other team in the bonus early.
Fifty TWIM credits to anyone who can correctly name the tune the ref is playing on his whistle.
An additional ten TWIM credits to whoever provides the funniest explanation for why Kaz is flashing the shocker to Wynn.
February 7, 2014
So, after leaving a trail of deconstructed faces across the Valley Conference, Wynn’s relentless bloodlust is assuaged by a ten second apology? Sure, why not?
How about that scene we see in panel three… I love that the screen brightness setting is at ‘tanning bed’ because you certainly wouldn’t want whatever “Keeg” has to see to be shown at anything less than retina searing illumination.
Oh, and you say you found this online, eh? I don’t usually post these after seeing the next day’s strip – wouldn’t want to kill the suspense and all – but I wonder if that statement might just set up a non-sequitur in Saturday’s strip. No, the authors care much too much about linearity, continuity and plain common sense for that to happen.
February 8, 2014
“You gonna post the video?”
“You mean the one that’s already online? What else would I do with it?”
“Couldn’t you delete it? That would make sure it never was seen again, right? Isn’t that how the internet works?”
Meh… In other news, Gil appears to be rolling through the Valley so it will be interesting to see how they miss the playdowns. Marty and Gil make a rare appearance replete with a reasonably freaky hand reaching from below to strangle Marty while Gil’s alcoholism has now progressed to the paranoid delusional stage. While, apropos of nothing, we are for no clear reason told that Scott ‘Birdbrain’ Fowler had a good game. Presumably, he’s now suffering from delusions of seeing his dead brother reincarnated as a chipmunk or something.
February 5, 2014
No, seriously, after just giving the strip grief about naming names all the time, I still am not clear on who Jack’s interlocutor is. Is he peacemaker Omari Troy or is he Malik McCall? All we really know about the guy is he really likes him some sloppy Joe sandwiches. In any case, that sandwich sure looks a lot more appetizing than whatever random crap Jack is disconsolately trying to shovel up with his spork. Speaking of whom, is it just me or has Jack reverted to his ten years old look?
Anyway, just another day of boring exposition so I think I’ll cut this short… Whoa! Holy mother of freak hands! Check out Omarlik’s ET inspired nightmare in panel three… I, uh, I guess that makes this one worthwhile.
In response to yesterday’s strip, our own Ned replied:
“What the heck are they talking about? What exactly malfunctioned there? More importantly, how hard will this be to find and how much more violence will this inspire?”
Apparently, more violence on Wynn’s part, but we wouldn’t know it from looking at this strip:
We could infer that Oakwood hooper is making a crack over his shoulder toward Wynn but Wynn’s facial expression does nothing to give that away. Moments later, ironic facial-haired ref manages to throw a simultaneous Black Power and Nazi salute (I’m sure he’ll claim it’s a Roman or Bellamy salute) as he ejects young Wiley. Finally, shadowy figures in housecoats watch an equally shadowy Milford hooper drive to the basket.
What a crappy child of the cold war I am… used to be a time I knew whether the number went up or down… welp, no sense doing a quick search to find out.
Anyway, let’s see what’s going on in today’s strip. Well, it seems that Jack Metzger is about to meet his destiny.
January 6, 2014
Ah yes, this is what all the panic at the top of the post was about. Jack Metzger, heretofore known to me as only gap-toothed bowlcut boy, has decided to further tempt the wrath of Wildman Wynn Wiley by introducing himself to Wendy.
This unconscionable sin against Wiley family honor stands about a 100% chance of leading quickly to a confrontation either in the hallways or on the practice court as Wynn metes out brutal elbow swinging justice in the one true cause of protecting his sister’s chastity.
Will Gil intervene? Possibly!
Will Jack get the gap knocked right out of his grin? It sures seems that way! Although, credit to Jack as he does seem to have had the foresight to protect his gnads by stuffing a catchers chest protector down the front of his pants.
Will Wendy be able to get back to her earlier task of arranging the books in her locker with her eyes closed? Sure! It’s easy when you have a second left hand growing out of the center of your chest!