As the Argonia High activity bus rolls out of the Milford parking lot in a cloud of dust, Mimi wins the Captain Obvious award. Carrie’s had the better part of a year to hone her skills and grieve the unexpected loss of the team’s star pitcher. What she hasn’t been able to do is to pull herself out of the misogynistic mire at Milford High. Perhaps I’m being too harsh here; after all, people have been feigning interest in the interests of those they’re attracted to since time immemorial. Nevertheless this week’s strips feel like they’ve taken us down the path to another Bechdel Test failure.
Dafne “Dafuq?” Dafonte may be trying to break that fail streak singlehandedly. First, she made an enemy of Casper “The Friendly Brain” Heenan by exposing his profligate spending. Now, she’s alienated several members of the track team by dissing their efforts as boring to their faces. Who else will Dafne piss off before the spring arc is over? Time will tell…
P1: In case you missed yesterday’s strip…
P2: Is Dafne performing some sort of interpretive dance while she spins her tale?
P3: A new kid, eh? Can’t wait to see what personality defects he has and how that will completely crowd out the Dafne arc.
Dafne Dafonte is a shoo-in for the Milford Hall of Name.
I have to wonder if sharing details of your ‘killer story’ with someone tied into the Milford administration is sound journalistic practice. Then again, looking at Mimi’s meathook in panel two, I would do my best to keep her on my side…
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?
Good grief, now Rubin’s really phoning it in. So tempted to do the same but you all have been pretty kind to me since my return so, gentle readers, I must make the effort. I do appreciate the rabbit hole of old candy bar ads yesterday. I don’t remember Chocolatey Pay Days very well, but Pay Days themselves were pretty popular where I grew up. Then again I grew up in a part of the country where people were wont to throw salted peanuts in a bottle of Coke or Pepsi so there’s that.
It would be nice if “marginally adequate” was defined, especially given that no other Mudlark’s stats have been mentioned. It would be “marginally adequate” to tell us who Milford’s opponents were and the game result, but I guess if your only goal is to show us that a couple of nosy parker players have turned their coach into a nosy parker then, hey, mission accomplished. Also, mighty nice of Gil and Mimi to leave the house to get their drink on once in a while. No probs hiding a flask in the jacket pocket to sneak into the Coffee Cantina.
My highlight of the day: back dimples on raver at P1, lower left. She’s gone all Mardi Gras in her party bra on us. Laissez les bons temps rouler!
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.
The boys continue discussing Aaron while they play a video game of.. a car driving somewhere on the screen. Wow, for a 2017 video game it sure looks on the tame side. I once had a car video game where I had a steering wheel, and the object was to drive as many laps in 5 minutes as possible. The track filled the TV screen, and in those primitive days I was so good at the game I would reset the lap counter at the top.
Career day in 6th grade?? We didnt have that until junior year in high school. 6th grade I was still eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every day and playing basketball in my driveway, dreaming of one day being able to stuff it through the hoop like the bigger kids in the neighborhood. The paper boy would ride up on his bike and deliver the Daily News, an afternoon paper that is now defunct. I feel sorry for these guys that they’ve had to know this dude for 6 years. He must’ve wanted to be a rock star in 6th grade. Anyway what does career day have to do with where he lived? Just one stupid train of thought after another here.
No, nobody HAS to live in dumpy apartments. Thats why the Robert Taylor Homes got torn down in Chicago. Dope.
And in P3 we have more AA discussion over wine and burgers. What a perfect meal. Yeesh.
Wake me up when this plot wants to move forward.
All I want for Christmas is to see what it looks like when Mimi smashes the football helmet down over the head of that snowman, scraping away all of its rounded edges and ornamental facial features.
Merry Christmas everyone. Enjoy the time-out.
P.S. Those Thorp children are never coming back, are they?