This Week in Milford

May 30, 2018

Making Things Worse

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I’m struggling to grasp anyone’s motivations here other than, perhaps, Ma Bader’s. Well, I suppose Barry’s motivation is that he’s a hot headed moron* with self esteem issues but that doesn’t make for the most compelling protagonist. At least not as written here…

Bonus points:

P1: Ah, the rare ANDS brand laptop, disfavored by Milford teens who prefer |||| brand computers. I’ll leave speculation as to the nature of the mysterious foreground display to our wonderful commenters.

P2: I’m digging the Bader’s mismatched chairs at their tiny kitchen table underneath the chandelier they stole from a TGI Friday’s. Also, Steve Luhm has clearly been moonlighting.

P3: I’m sure I’ve floated some truly idiotic ideas in front of my mom over the years but I don’t think I’ve ever given her occasion to give me such an exaggerated (and presumably genuine) stinkeye.

* Seriously, ‘enoblers’?

Metapost: As this year’s Memorial Day celebrations recede into memory, please bear in mind the veterans who surely number amongst this count.

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February 14, 2018

In Which One Of The Basics Of Spanish Pronunciation Is Learned

Filed under: Fontastic, freak hands, Marty Moon, Milford Idiots — timbuys @ 10:35 am

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Panel 1: I was gonna call the dude on the left Glasses McDiaperJeans, but I am informed by Ned in yesterday’s comments that he is one Duncan Levin. I wonder if there is some sort of Chekhov’s Duncan Levin principal which requires that he go off in Act 3. As it is, he appears to be checking out of the conversation and who could blame him, really?

Panel 2: That the speaker doesn’t identify as a student and/or classmate of Jorge suggests to me that the window is in fact chiming in, having to daily bear witness to Marty’s ramblings.

Panel 3: Or the speaker was Karina’s forehead? Well, explains the knit cap she was previously sporting. While we’re here, is that a promotional poster? The stenciling on Marty’s office door? Help me out here.

Bonus points (Panel 2 edition): The font is really out there and, I can only assume, that we are given WDIG’s frequency as 77′ in the MM band (AKA the double Golden Arches band).

Bonus question (Panel 2 edition): 35 TWIM points to whomever correctly identifies the year, make and model of that car.

February 13, 2018

This Plot Is Stupid But It Sure Is Fun

Filed under: Boredom in Milford, Fontastic, Marty Moon, Milford Idiots — tdrewhardin @ 4:07 am

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Sometime in Winter 1998

“…Jalen into the Big Fella. He’s got a Double team. Kicks it back out to Padilla. 10 on the shot clock. Padilla into D Squared. Nothing doing. 6 on the shot clock. Skip pass to Jackson. 3 on the shot clock. Jackson cross-court pass to Padilla. GEORGIE FOR 33333333333…”                              “BOOM BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”                                What coulda been. And to think I am getting more basketball in my memory, courtesy Mark Boyle and Slick Leonard, than I am from The Dove who is, as I believe one of our writers mentioned the other day, is basketball’s version of Dafne Dafonte, or affectionately operating under her sobriquet, Daffy Duck.

Dove, how can I put this? Hmmmm, well, y’know, I think it kinda sorta goes like this, y’see, if you weren’t under the bleachers fomenting a rebellion in the name of Chairman Mao, Cesar Chavez, Ho Chi Minh, Groucho Marx(oops, wrong Marx family), Abraham Lincoln, Curt Flood, Buzz Sawyer(I guess comic strip characters form unions too), yada, yada, yada, you might be able to locate the broadcast booth, the one with a microphone on the table, and, granted, it would take a little doing as it would be semi-tough to squeeze your protest in while Mr. Moon, or your favorite local broadcaster(one is alloted in every town by dint of the basketball gods’ distribution plan-from each according to a town’s basketball roster to each according to the size of the crowd, as long as Marxism is creeping in among us) but they do eventually take a break(commercials factor into the equation) so feel free to notify Mr. Moon at the first commercial advertising Milford Heating and Cooling. And what is the deal sending SOMEBODY ELSE to make the correction? Are there more out in the hallway just as upset and itchin’ for a scrap? Are they sharing a Sanka with Mr. Anonymous Calculus Dude from yesterday in the WDIG break lounge? Is the break lounge just as posh as WDIG’s digs?

Heard on somebody’s radio as a driver is going to work, third shift at the local factory

“…the Big Fella finds an open Whore-Hay FOR 333333333333!!!!!!!!!!!!!…”                      “BOOM BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!”                                       “THAT’S JORGE, YOU IDIOTS!!!!!!!!!!! THAT’S TWICE NOW!!!!!!!! GET IT CORRECTLY  OR I’M SUING!!!!!!!!!!”          And telling Milford’s version of J. R. Ewing where to drill for oil around rural Mudlarkland? Good luck with that. You might as well tell Jesse James where to shoot his brother when Jorge(don’t have a cow, Man) is staring down the barrel of a Colt 45. You DID notice the Falcon Crest surroundings, Karina and Duncan, no?

“…re-vo-LUT-ion, weeellll, ya know, we all do with what we cannnnn                                       But if ya have pictures of Anonymous Calculus Guuuuyyyyyyyyy                                  All I can tell you is, Brother, to just stand by                                                                   Cuz ya know it’s gonna be ALL RIGHT…”

Since the plot is once again in neutral with the engine running, a quick shout-out to the Austin, Indiana Fuel Mart who keep my humor going and got some great food in the bargain. You brighten a lot of people’s day.                                                         And since there’s no basketball on the horizon today, I will salvage today’s strip with another song, and believe me, I tried to resist, but you know us Todd Rundgren fans. Gotta strike while the opportunity arises. Sung to “We Gotta Get You a Woman”

 

Jorge, boy, is that you?

I’m glad your Nerfhoop days are through

Slam dunk things that block your view

Do it all

With the ball

There’s only thing left they gotta  dooo

It’ll help the Mudlarks to pull throughhhh

 

 

We gotta make you a starter

It’s like nothing else for ailing plots to keep it aliiivvvveeeee

We gotta make you a starter

You better report in

You’re wasting time snortin’

 

 

Talking ’bout staaannndding at the free throw line(wah wah oooooo)

2 shots with everything on the line(wah wah oooooo)

Sink both of them and you’ll be fine

And Milford will be primed to get this thing together(get this thing together)

Cuz

We gotta make you a starter, etc.

And when the day is through

Game ball goes to youuuuu.

 

Today’s Black History Month person is Mary Fields or affectionately known as Stagecoach Mary. She delivered mail for several years, under contract with the United States Postal Service, to central Montana during the late 1800’s. She NEVER missed a delivery and we’re talking even in the winter when Montana, as I’m sure our readers know, gets tons of snow. She was instrumental in the development of the state(Montana admitted to the Union in 1889) as without her services, the growing pains of early Montana would have been that much more severe. VERY handy with a rifle. Nobody dared ambush her as she was like Annie Oakley, peaceful but knew how to shoot, if necessary. Please, where you can, spread the word about another historical figure dear to my heart. Thanks for reading.

Gang, it’s your turn. I’m going to sneak out the back entrance of WDIG. I’d rather not get run over in the coup d’etat.

January 24, 2018

The Girly-Girl Basketball The Guys Play Around Here.

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Reading back from panels two and three, it’s really difficult to imagine the foul being committed mid-shot by Paloma in panel one, but I suppose she might have pushed off in panel zero.

Speaking of panel two, kudos to the chief on all of the details he’s included. And take those kudos back when the ref gains fifty pounds between panels two and three.

Bonus Points: Three straight panels of actual action including Paloma Padilla giving the zebra guff. I like it!

October 3, 2017

Watch 55!

Filed under: actual action, Fontastic, football, Gil Thorp — timbuys @ 6:56 am

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Panel 1: I thought Fillion was supposed to be small. He’s taller than Gil.

Panel 2: Wanna bet that this mistaken Oakwood player is their local equivalent to the obnoxious/precocious Milfordian adolescent?

Panel 3: Either Nick Hawker is carrying a grapefruit or Milford is passing the ball.

Minus points: Yesterday.

March 22, 2017

Good To See Gil Is Still Playing Aaron After His Locker Room Outburst The Day Before

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So many questions at this point…

  • Did Gil ever get a word in edgewise?
  • When does Aaron stop addressing Gil and start addressing the guys in the locker room?
  • I confess to not being familiar with the ins and outs of pill popping. Does ones addiction and associated tolerance become so severe that you can be seen to ‘snack’ on the pills?
  • Did Gil take Aaron out for another round of milkshakes and slices of pie or is rage (aka frustration) all the fuel that this kid needs?
  • How much had that Central fan in the background had to drink before he/she lettered that sign?

March 7, 2017

Gil Is The System

Filed under: Fontastic, Gil Thorp, Pissy faced Aaron, Prairie Style Windows — timbuys @ 9:28 am

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Panels one and two: Gosh is Gil ever so bad at this.

Panel three: At what point do you think Whigham just gave up on getting the print on the door to line up with much of anything?

February 15, 2017

McShanes Hardware – For All Your Escheresque Building Needs

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Folks, can we just mosey on past panels one and two? Thanks.

That brings us to McSHANES [sic], where we get a comparative bonanza of new information! Viz., Quad-A’s mother’s first name is Tina (not sure what street drugs that’s code for) and she’s in the back of a hardware store, which is presumably her place of employment.

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