February 17, 2014
So, this hair trigger temper runs in the family, huh? Seems to me as though Wendy had been keeping her cool, while simultaneously being on fire, but once we get the first indication of what type of dancing Wendy actually does, socko! A Wiley-family patented swingin’ elbow noggin floggin’. I have a vision of Ma and Pa Wiley demonstrating the intricacies of swinging elbows as part of the kids’ home schooling.
And, just in case you missed it, check out the knee to the crotch that Wendy is throwing in there for good measure. That’s some mighty fine brutality. Herk Herkelshimer himself would be proud. I don’t see how the Oakwood player is getting out of this with less than a mild concussion and a fractured wrist to say nothing of some bruising ‘down there’.
Are we finally going to see a flagrant foul, or possibly even an ejection? I already used the Malice in the Palace footage earlier in commentary on this plotline. Now I think I shoulda kept my powder dry and pulled it out here. Oh well, such are the risks one accepts when choosing to blog about Gil Thorp.
February 11, 2014
It’s easy to sit back and take potshots at this strip during slow periods at work so it’s only appropriate to recognize and applaud the creators when a finely crafted tale depicting the growth and maturation of the protagonist as he overcomes adversity is presented to us.
Here, we see how through long hours of introspection, many difficult but edifying conversations with his coaches and family, sheer determination and hard work, Wynn has developed as a person, now has his priorities in order and his emotions under control as he ascends Maslow’s hierarchy of needs to become a fully self-actualized person.
Of course, all that must have taken place off panel because so far as I can recall pretty much all we were ever shown was Wynn beating the crap out of people and Kaz taking ten seconds to tell him not to foul out interspersed with scenes of high school boys watching videos of a wardrobe malfunction. So far as that goes, for all we know, Wendy and Keeg may already be married with the royalties from her viral video funding her dowry.
Who can say what is happening off panel? Other that that it’s probably safe to assume Gil is getting hammered…
Lastly, I know it’s a stretch but I’m going to nominate widow’s peak fauxhawk kid in panel two for the Pantheon of Hair.
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 4, 2014
I’m about to cry uncle…
Did anyone catch the name of the guy in panel one? I’m tempted to put together a montage of all of the times that the characters’ names in this plotline have been mentioned but that is way more effort than I care to make. Suffice to say, the sheer amount of padding this has introduced is amazing. Wendy Wiley (in case you got thrown off there when Wynn Wiley called her Wen) is so amazed she’s going to go take a dump in panel three. That head bobble of hers in panel two was a dead giveaway.
In a desperate attempt to reimagine this as something interesting, I’d like to think that Wynn is in fact the world’s worst detective tracking down the case of who besmirched his sister’s honor and now he’s narrowing down the suspects…
“You’re the guy from St. Fabian, right?”
“Yep, my name is Keegan Hershey of St. Fabian.”
“Ah-hah! Are you also the dude from St. Fabian?”
“Right. Keegan Hershey.”
“Would you also happen to be the fellow from St. Fabian?”
“Uh, yeah. Keegan Hershey is my name. Don’t wear it out!”
“Interesting… Have you ever spoken to my sister?”
“You have a sister? Is her name Wendy Wiley?”
“Yes, my sister Wendy Wiley, whose name is Wendy Wiley although sometimes I call her ‘Wen’.”
“Oh, of course, that Wendy Wiley. Why yes, you may recall that I even apologized directly to you and introduced myself by name – my name is Keegan Hershey by the way.”
“Eureka! I have found the clue! You’re the Keegan Hershey from St. Fabian!”
Et cetera ad absurdum… OK, I don’t really know how to write Latin.
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February 3, 2014
Ah, now that’s the stuff! The E.E.S. I was looking for on Saturday has made it’s triumphant return, coating the side of the face of our would be courtier Keegan in viscous goo. When I first read this I had wondered why Keegan and Wendy seemed to be conversing while not facing each other until I noticed that he had actually turned his head to avoid getting a full frontal spray.
Mysteriously oblivious to this, Wynn calls Wendy by the extremely common diminutive ‘Wen’ while giving her the most meager of backhanded compliments.
Then, consistent with the author’s presumption that everyone reading this strip and also possibly all of its major protagonists suffers from Memento disease, we see that Wynn has trouble remembering the name of Keegan even though it was spelled out in full in the narration box in panel one and they had met a little less than a week ago.
Gotta love the wild weave of the basketball net in panel one.
Wendy has to have the fluffiest gym towel I’ve ever seen in panel two. That thing looks like it’s as plush as Joe Namath’s jacket.
Happy Groundhog’s Day Eve, everybody! Seriously, will the coverage of this ersatz holiday never go away? I feel bad for contributing to it by even mentioning it on the blog, but it seems like when it comes to tomorrow that is all anyone is ever talking about on TV, radio, the internet, you name it. If only there were some other overhyped event taking place on February second that would at least spare us all of this nattering about rodents.
Now that that’s out of my system, let’s celebrate the beginning of February – the month of romance what with Valentine’s day (speaking of overhyped ersatz holidays) – with the delicate first steps of highschool courtship:
February 1, 2014
Wow! Wendy’s eyes may not be exploding – and I’m quite disappointed to see that they’re not – but that goggle eyed, slack jawed expression of fear and dread certainly belies her relatively understated ‘uh-oh.’ thought balloon. C’mon, we couldn’t get at least an exclamation mark there?!
Well, seeing as how I’ve got myself all worked up and, again speaking of overhyped things, let’s let Diana Krall lead us into the weekend with an enthralling rendition of the inspiration for today’s post’s title.
Man, her voice just transports you away to a place where her smooth jazz adult contemporary schlock almost drowns out the sound of cash registers ringing while stacks and stacks of money grow Judge Parker like with her each successive rendition of another tired pop song.
Rob notes in the comments that we have seen some of this before. You be the judge:
January 27, 2014
Oh my stars and garters. Do the young people even know what that means? These two would’ve been about seven years old or so when that happened. Then again, a quick google search shows that you only have to type in ‘ward’ before that shows up as the top suggested search and, in the spirit of learning something new every day, I have now become aware that wardrobe malfunctions are a common part of the lexicon now. Hurray for learning!
Regardless, how is it even remotely the case that Wendy would be aware of this video, be worried that it’s ‘out there’, and yet somehow not have spent even a little effort to discern whether or not it is in fact easy to find? Is this some sort of homeschooling thing where she and Wynn never had access to the internet? That might explain some of Wynn’s pent up frustration and rage I suppose.
Finally, the discussion in the comments has been quite illuminating, but unfortunately all for naught, as it now appears that our heros are in a two door coupe.
That’s it for me until Saturday! Enjoy the week and try not to have any malfunctions!