April 22, 2015
My current rental ‘upgrade’ is a Chrysler 200, but back when I was traveling to Milford every week, I would occasionally get ‘upgraded’ to the equivalent of a Jeep Compass (OK, it was a Patriot…) Let’s just say that life on the road is not quite as glamorous nor are the people you meet quite as attractive as is sometimes depicted.
Now that I’ve vented that, let’s turn to panel two: the question of whether ‘Boo’ is a creepy manipulator or a lovable scamp is still open to interpretation. That’s…. that’s actually a fairly accurate, if somewhat caricatured, depiction of most adolescents. Point: Gil Thorp creative team. On the other hand, Jeep Compass.
Panel three is another one of those panels that overwhelms me with all of the things there are to say about it. I will humbly admit that I never thought I would see Gil perfecting his moonwalk technique and the mere contemplation of that precludes me from saying more for now.
April 4, 2015
So who are these two twentysomethings jogging off into the sunset? Putting the burden of this stinker of a basketball season behind them has taken years off the Thorps’ appearance. Maybe Mimi’s spent the season getting
plastic surgery spa treatments with the money Mudlark boosters have been slipping Gil after winning the state football title. (Given she was only seen coaching once – and that during practice – she’s certainly had the time on her hands.)
Quick cut to the MILFORD RECREATION CENTER (nice Chartpak lettering on the facade there) and we’re left with an unprecedented WTF plot resolution. In Gil’s own words:
“Bobby manipulated Max Bacon as an experiment, and then to impress a girl. He hurt Max – and he hurt the team.”
This is the kind of kid you let coach children at a rec center? Rubin, you are so dumb, you are really dumb, for real.
What kind of legend will these kids be a part of? I’ll leave it to the words of another Gil:
March 31, 2015
The denouement continues apace here as Gil has probably hit peak-sermon.
Do you suppose Mr. and Ms. Howry just got up and started walking out of the office mid-rant and Gil followed after them – not willing to spare them the conclusion of his jeremiad against rogue student basketball managers? Their body language certainly doesn’t suggest that they are really wanting the conversation to go on any longer.
Thank goodness for panel three to lighten things up. That is just all kinds of Marty panel goodness. I must leave it to our commenters to do it justice.
March 26, 2015
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Coach… but maybe I can choke it out of you.” P1 has to be one of the visually greatest single panels I’ve seen since I became a TWIM contributor. Definitely worthy of “Random Amusing Panel O’ the Moment.” It was all I could do to not make a Wayne Brady reference in the post title.
Seriously, though, has Whigham been drawing Bobby’s hands bigger with each passing strip? Are they meant as a visual allegory for his expanding ego? His is not the only freak hand we see today as Max whips out the classic Milfordian pointer finger in P3.
Max makes the only accurate statement in today’s strip: Bobby is indeed an idiot. In so doing he proves himself to be an even bigger idiot. Thankfully we’ll have seen the last of these two characters in, oh say, a week or so. Still it might be fun to revisit them in a couple of years to see what kind of bitter outcasts they’ve become at Milford High, or if they’ve transferred to St. Fabian’s out of pure shame.
March 25, 2015
Wow, is this house of cards ever collapsing quickly…
I am not sure if panel two is supposed to be a flashback but, if it is, I do enjoy that Gil sees himself in the background of his own reminiscence. Give credit where it’s due (or not), as they didn’t just crop the corners of the previous panel depicting that scene.
Panel three is astounding as we are shown a bobbling head, yet no exploding eyeballs. What is this, Apartment 3-G? Oh well. So much for the criminal career of Bobby ‘The Brain’ Howry, whose tepid bragging to Leisl has now managed to upend his own apple cart.
March 24, 2015
Whaddawe got today? Max just looks so cute when he gets all frowny faced after learning that he won’t be able to get ‘high’ or ‘buzzed’ or whatever the kids call it today. Cheer up, Max! You can still get a natural high from humiliating your opponent…
Or maybe not… I assume that we are seeing the Valley conference equivalent of Teddy Valentine who of course is more interesting to depict than the actual players.
Meanwhile, Mimi – can we be sure that’s Mimi? Yes, we almost certainly can – has managed to crack the case of The Milford Connection by overhearing some idle chatter as the Lady Mudlark’s asynchronous stretching team gets some practice in.
Panel One: Yep, Max is doubling down on the mono-focus deal… and it’s working about as well as could be expected.
Panel Two: Not sure just how shocking this is supposed to be. I’m going to guess ‘not very shocking’ and assume that Leisl’s eyeball is exploding because she can’t believe Bobby is still talking to her about it. Further to this point, I went back into the archives just to make sure and it was never established that Bobby is Leisl’s lab partner (good thing too as she’s the only one ever depicted doing labwork).
Panel Three: And, in a special edition of Max Bacon: The Junkie Jock’s Journey, the education of Max continues as he learns that it might not be the swiftest of ideas to casually insult your sole supply of illicit prescription drugs. Also, to borrow a joke from one of our commenters, we see Max sporting the ‘table saw accident’ look with his left ring finger. You don’t suppose he got mouthy with his bookie too?
March 16, 2015
I’ll give Bobby this: he is definitely putting his own spin on being a Milford Idiot. He sure ratcheted up pretty quickly from reluctant pill pusher to actively contemplating homicide (aviacide?) with what may perhaps be among the bluntest of all instruments.
Bonus Points: That is quite a dense burnrow that Kaz is sporting. It almost draws attention away from the fact that he clearly didn’t wear his ‘good’ pearl stud today.