We’ve finally gotten to the last real victim in this whole arc: Ken’s sense of maternal devotion.
I’m going to take a cue from Two-Tone McSoulPatch there and quietly nod off while the last surviving sympathetic character acts like a jerk.
If that’s not True Standish that’s True Standish’s body double laying into tonsured Barry. I’m honestly surprised that it took this long – that people didn’t start throwing abuse at him (for reason of Del’s first DUI, not simply his inane self-centeredness) even before he dissed Hang ’em Hiatt in front of her son. The sins of the fathers blah blah blah and yakety schmackety…
Once again, a female Greek chorus and another fail of the Bechdel Test. Who will Mother Bader crash into on the way to Milford High?
Special Guest Cameo: The role of Barry in P2 is being played by Dondi.
Running out of steam, Whigrub? I know I am. Today Dr. Pearl strings together random words and platitudes in a token effort to appear caring. Not unlike a lot of what’s been going on IRL in the US this week.
The artwork is pretty good, but it could’ve been about anything, hence the quickly scrawled-in “Grief
Comically Councilling.” Could even be recycled art for all I know. At least it’s nice to see that not every woman in Milford is fair-haired.
Meanwhile in P3, somebody offers a bit TMI about their STD.
Not really sure where clipboard toting person is going with this. Or, for that matter, whether that’s the same person with the clipboard in panels one and three as the conversation seems to have shifted rather abruptly… Still, a broken tibia is no joke. Nor, for that matter, is vehicular manslaughter.
Gil is right to be confused and indignant that he’s getting a call at this late hour. What, exactly, is he supposed to do in this scenario anyway?
Del was drunk and driving without his lights on, Boo is an inexperienced driver who ostensibly couldn’t see Del, but what’s the pick-em-up driver’s excuse? At least that driver was hitting the breaks, albeit to no avail it would seem.
I have to wonder if the pull-out for the Swifti Mart regularly features this kind of carnage.
It bears repeating:
I’m just gonna leave the IIHS ratings and the NHTSA ratings for Boo’s 2008 Compass here. Suffice it to say that the location of IMPACT! appears such that her injuries, if any, won’t be life-threatening. I’m also gonna leave the forensic accident reconstruction to the readers; as inconsistently as the angles of the cars and the backgrounds (blind corner, urban tunnel, or open field?) have been drawn the past three days, I’m not taking a stab at it.
In fact, I’m just gonna stop this post right here while I contemplate the life and times of the late Greatest Of All Time. Have at it, TWIMers.