This Week in Milford

December 25, 2017

Time Out

122517

Here we go. Rick Soto is walking in to this improbable confrontation to put the final nail in Uncle Gary’s coffin. The only way this would be interesting is if it’s not Rick, but the guy whose couch Gary slept on rent free for months. That couch was expensive and Gary’s gonna pay!

That’s all neither here nor there. It’s time for the Christmas greeting. It looks like Kelly and Bob get to participate this year. It’s only fitting as it was Kelly’s internet ninja skills that finally nudged this stupid plot from it’s endless torpor. As far as the Thorp kids go, just forget about them. They’re never coming back.

Merry Christmas everyone.

 

Advertisements

December 7, 2017

We can’t trust Rick’s long-term health to some big-city lawyer, either

gt12072017

He said “tested” instead of “studied”? Does he know anything about scientific research? Currently the only reliable diagnoses of chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE) are post-mortem studies of brain tissue. Testing for CTE may come in the future, once reliable biomarkers are found. The data Uncle Gary cites comes from a study, not from testing. Why leave out the CFL players and collegians, Gary? Huh? How about the caveat that the brains donated belonged to people who had been symptomatic?

A reader new to Gil Thorp who had just read only the past week of strips might be forgiven for siding with creepy uncle.  Longtime readers know Gary is just one in a long line of Thorpiverse adults seeking to exploit a child athlete for their own personal gain or wish fulfillment. That he chooses to do so by cherry-picking data favorable to his case is consistent with his portrayal as some kind of lawyer (ambulance chaser PI litigator, maybe? still not established) but calls his own credentials into question. Why Connie Soto or, especially, Absent Dad Soto hasn’t yet done so is one of the biggest plot holes in this fall story arc.

October 30, 2017

Monday Morning Stretching

Filed under: Gil Thorp, Mimi Thorp — nedryerson @ 5:46 am

103017

Folks, it’s very important to stretch. In my experience, stretching is instrumental in exercise because it makes something time consuming and tedious even more time consuming and tedious. It can also be painful, especially if you’re not doing it right. That brings us to today’s exercise in story telling.

Did you hear that there’s some sort of email campaign (and some passing of notes) to have Rick Soto sing the national anthem before the next football game? Well, if you haven’t heard, Gil and Mimi will fill you in via their patented “jog and chat” routine. (This is some sort of trope, I guess. I’ve seen many Funky Winkerbeans with Les and his buddy jogging and malapropping. I think the show The West Wing was known for the “walk and talk”. My favorite variation is from television of my youth on the show CHiPs when Ponch and Jon would do “Roar Down The Freeway on Massive Motorcycles, Patrolling Los Angeles For All Manner of Crimes and Chat”….good times.)

Who is behind this electronic communication whisper campaign? Oh Uncle Gary, you’re such a scamp! I do like Panel 3, as telegraphed as it is. Oh that Uncle Gary. I hate him, he’s just so smug.

September 16, 2017

Who Have, Mimi, Who Have…

Filed under: actual action, football, Gil Thorp, Mimi Thorp — timbuys @ 3:57 am

091617

To Rob’s point yesterday, this is perhaps some of the most digressive panel wastage yet.

Questionable point: Is the Chief messing with me? Very difficult to faithfully crop today’s image without a single corner…

August 22, 2017

Taking Jaquan For A Ride

Filed under: ?, Bare Midriffs, Gil Thorp, Milford Idiots, Mimi Thorp — timbuys @ 7:54 am

082217

P1: Also, he’s in his early thirties or so. Perfect time to jump into the pros.

P2: He may be out of the league, but I would like to put True’s proposition to the test.

P3: Yep, everyone is just standing around listening to this dumb conversation.

August 17, 2017

Muff Big or Go Home

tmgil170817

There’s been a lot of turmoil along Tobacco Road this past week, pretty much none of it good. You’d think the syndicate color monkeys would’ve had the decency not to add to it yesterday by rendering True’s Wake t-shirt in UNC colors.

gt08162017_p3

That said, I can appreciate Eight Elbows’ efforts to bring this wacky subplot to an end by having Milford’s Goldenest Child dash Jaquan’s far-fetched hopes to make the switch from pro basketball to pro football at age 30. I don’t even mind Trey’s little spaz dance there at the end.  However, I have no clue why Gil brought Mimi out to watch this spectacle, unless watching all those hot sweaty mens would put her in the mood for more than just sipping cocktails back at Casa Thorp.

June 23, 2017

Second chances

Filed under: baseball, Gil Thorp, lessons learned, Mimi Thorp — robmize2013 @ 7:01 pm

Gil finally confronts Ryan about the whole incident, and defends his actions completely by saying -“Next time… ” Why the hell not This time?? Next time may be too late. His fist could cause a hemorrage in her brain, and slow death could result. Rudy Tomjonavich got punched so hard by Kermit Washington that he leaked spinal fluid into his mouth. He had to have his jaw rebuilt and never was the same player again.

I guess we’ll have to endure more baseball until the Bears report to training camp. God let these kids out of school already!

 

 

 

 

June 19, 2017

Detective Work?

Filed under: freak hands, Gil Thorp, Mimi Thorp — nedryerson @ 3:33 am

061917

What does Mimi’s question in Panel 1 mean? Is she asking if Gil can hold Ryan out of a game without letting anyone know that they know what the protest was all about? Ryan knows that Thorp knows but who else will know if Ryan doesn’t make the trip to Central? Shouldn’t Gil discuss that with Ryan and his parents? Gil should swing by again so they know what the heck he is doing. Ugh, this plot.

How long is Mimi’s right arm? Is Gil a little peeved at the hand on his shoulder? (Maybe he’s confused about who this lady with the long arm and the face like a clenched fist is. Panel 2: phew, it’s Mimi with a levitating lemonade. )

Okay, Skip Farrow is a totally new name here, as far as I know. Who is he and why does Gil need him to do detective work? Is he an actual detective or just a friend of Gil’s who enjoys wearing fake moustaches, hanging around hotel lobbies and peeking in windows?

Skip Farrow is the best name for a detective since Richie Brockelman.

 

Older Posts »

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.