This Week in Milford

March 20, 2017

Haven’t You Always Wanted To See The Fjords?

Filed under: Gil Thorp, Pissy faced Aaron, Prairie Style Windows — nedryerson @ 3:46 am

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So Gil helped Tina Aagard find a couple rehab programs? I guess his job extends even further into the realm of crisis intervention than we had surmised. We’ll just assume that Tina has adequate healthcare coverage through one of her jobs.

Since Gil arranged this on his own, Aaron’s welfare falls upon him, I guess. Mimi, put some fresh linens in the guest room and stock the freezer with Hot Pockets. We’re gonna have a guest for a little while. What rules? What boundaries? I don’t know what you’re talking about.

March 13, 2017

What Loop? There’s A Loop?

Filed under: Gil Thorp, What the hell is going on here? — nedryerson @ 3:38 am

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Aaron told Gil that his mother is abusing prescription drugs and as a result, there isn’t enough food to eat in his home. How is that not “going on the record”? I think this exchange is supposed to be a cute way for Gil to say he’s going to continue to help even though he’s not supposed to be doing anything. It reads to me like the usual Milford High horrorshow where teachers and administrators have no ideal what their legal responsibilities are vis à vis the students.

After we discussed a bit in the comments last week about the faults of the colorized strips, here’s one of the worst color jobs yet. It’s like whatever product these characters use to get that blue tint in their hair is leaching out all over the place.

 

March 6, 2017

Something Happened

Filed under: Exploding Eyeball Syndrome, Gil Thorp — nedryerson @ 4:19 am

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Now that we’re here at this pivotal juncture, it looks like we really have to linger on this interaction. Alright, the Monday morning reset dictates that we reiterate a bit, which accounts for half of the strip. So we can keep gnawing on this bone a bit more. Gil does have a duty to Aaron, now that he finally put on a blazer, paid attention and started to care in the morally upright, Gil Thorp way.

Of course Aaron doesn’t want to face this problem head on. He’s developed a coping strategy that he thinks will get him by. This is a bad situation for a kid. There’s no two ways about it. I don’t think Gil has a choice here, so Aaron’s eyeballs will probably be exploding for several days to come.

 

February 27, 2017

A Concern

Filed under: Gil Thorp, Mimi Thorp — nedryerson @ 4:51 am

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Gil tells Mimi that Aaron is a concern, not a problem but a concern. So he continues his own investigation into Aaron’s erratic performance. Where could he get clues? What does Aaron do most days? He goes to school. Where does he go to school? Milford High School. Hey, wait a minute, Gil works at Milford High School too. How lucky!

Gil visits a replica of a classroom from the 1950’s complete with chalkboard, globe and desks designed to shield students from atomic bombs. The teacher confirms what we already know. Aaron has good days and bad days. Now we’re getting somewhere!

Is the teacher wearing harem pants?

 

February 20, 2017

Nice Defense, Paulie Walnuts

Filed under: actual action, basketball, Coach Kaz, Gil Thorp — nedryerson @ 5:30 am

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Milford is hosting Valley Tech. If you can peer back through all the ineffectual sleuthing of the last few weeks worth of strips, you’ll recall that Aaron predicted he was going to have a big game. He probably shouldn’t get in the game at all given the mouthing off in panel one, but we know Gil’s selective attention allows players to get away such violations.

Let’s focus on those suits! Kaz is sporting an electric blue zoot suit over a black shirt/white tie combo. Gil is more conservative yet stylish, but…check out Gil’s shirt! Sure it’s likely just one of those wacky colorist mistakes, but it appears you can see through Coach Thorp to the bleachers behind him. Is Gil just a hologram? That would explain so much!

Now it’s time for Aaron to have his big game. Let’s watch.

 

February 13, 2017

Largely Disappearing

Filed under: actual action, basketball, Marjie Ducey — nedryerson @ 4:34 am

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Aaron Aagard, non starter, still can’t sustain his effort coming off the bench. I wonder why that is? The dumpy apartment, the sort of actuary mom, Molly the girlfriend. These are the things we know. Why won’t they add up?? So confounding. It’s Monday, and we’re still confounded.

Is that Marjie at the press table, calling the game to herself as she prepares her story for The Star?

February 6, 2017

That Presentation Was More Exciting Than This

Filed under: Boredom in Milford — nedryerson @ 4:46 am

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This is excruciating.

The Dumpy Apartments on Poplar? You know them? Yeah? Well, you know Aaron lives there? Yeah? And his mom lives there, too? Yeah. Well, remember career day in 6th grade? No. Well try. Okay, sure. Remember Aaron’s mom’s presentation at career day in 6th grade? No. Well pretend you do. Okay. Remember how she had a job that nobody in the the class had the slightest idea what the job was but she still managed to convey that she makes solid coin in said job? No, I mean yeah, okay for the purposes of this conversation, yeah. So why do they live in a dumpy apartment?  I dunno, ’cause they’re poor now?

 

January 30, 2017

Milford Falls

Filed under: actual action, basketball, Prairie Style Windows — nedryerson @ 4:25 am

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I’m returning from a week away and just caught up on all the action. Ken and Mike, boy detectives, went to the Kwik E Mart and Mrs. Aagard is dragging ass, or something like that, right?

So, it is Madison time* and Aagard is on the court for the final seconds. Coach Thorp wants the ball in Aaron’s hands. Why? Your guess is as good as mine. This must be part of Gil’s inquiry into the Aagard conundrum. The buzzer sounds. Another loss for the record book. Does Gil need to talk to Aaron again? He’s gonna be tuckered out before winter is over.

*Sure, it’s over, but how could I resist? This one has no helpful narrator to tell you what to do, but you all know the moves by now, right?

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