This Week in Milford

December 4, 2017

Such A Fine Head

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Prince Valiant stops by to fill in for Connie Soto in the first panel. Rick doesn’t notice. Is this a concussion symptom, when a comic strip character pretends to be your mom and you don’t notice? I tried calling the Mayo Clinic to see if their neurology department would weigh in, but they keep hanging up on me.

There’s a semi-mysterious object on top of the Soto refrigerator. It reminds me of the folded towels that can sometimes be spotted on the top of the lockers in the Milford locker room. Maybe it’s a sad cookie jar. When I was a kid, our refrigerator was out in the open like that and all sorts of stuff got stowed up there, e.g. the phone book. I guess it made sense because the phone was in the kitchen. I digress because I don’t really want to address…

the second panel. Okay, so Connie is back and now she’s giving Ricky a mysterious look. It’s not really a mother concerned about son’s concussion look, but I’m not sure what it is. As to what Connie means by second opinion, well, that’s not clear either. No doubt, UG is standing just outside of frame waiting to give his opinion, which is no doubt medically sound and unbiased. Thankfully, we were spared from UG tipping down his glasses again.

The subtext of the last panel is Gil’s pissiness because he thought he and Kaz were both going to dress up today, but Kaz  just went with the traditional black t-shirt. “No, you know I can’t wear dress shirts, Gil. My arms are too big and my waist in so narrow, but purple is a great color on you.”

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December 2, 2017

We’re that Much Closer to Giving Up This Silly Plot

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Know what else needs to be given up? Whigham’s obsession with goatees, sidelong glances, elf hair on women and whipping down the glasses Horatio Caine style. It’s already a comic strip; it doesn’t need to be any more cartoonish. Maybe a cameo from Tank McNamara‘s Dr. Tszap would help.

Going with the color version of the strip today so we can all see that Uncle Gary is so full of shit his eyes are brown. Neither he nor Connie Soto are doctors; how would they know better than Rick Scott that Rick Soto needs medical attention? Of course, UG could be one of those ambulance chasing kind of lawyers who knows just enough about personal injury to have made it big on contingencies to sit around at his sister’s house all fall and play Svengali.

There are four NCAA FBS conference championship games being played this afternoon and evening. What says Milford will lose that many games in that many days over the next two weeks?

December 1, 2017

Get On The Bus!

Filed under: actual action, Exploding Eyeball Syndrome, football, Milford Idiots — nedryerson @ 11:48 am

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Wow, that first panel is really something. Rick and his teammates are watching their QB(?) as he retreats from at least two defenders who are likely to induct him into the Milford Pantheon of Head Injuries. The cozy confines of the playing field and sidelines are also rather remarkable.

The second panel has some interesting sights, as well. Is #7 draping his arm around a reporter conducting an interview? Is that a reporter with long, dark hair? Who could that be?

Rick’s statement is really one of the funniest things I’ve read in this strip in a while. It’s funny because of its naked sincerity. Who wouldn’t want to ride on a bus with friends, cracking wise rather than sit in the car listening to Uncle Gary?

Speaking of Uncle Gary:
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November 30, 2017

All Hands On Rick!

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In the forest of hands found in today’s strip Rick Scott’s speaks the loudest, as it tells pissy Uncle Gary to talk to it. We could have fun all day coming up with witty retorts to Uncle Gary’s question but I think Rick does well enough making the point that he needs to stfu when grown folks is talkin’.

Meanwhile I dunno what Connie Soto’s doing with hers: checking out the results of her facial/wax job, maybe. She’s managed to pop her ear out from under her hairdo, giving her that Middle Earth look that pops up in Milford from time to time.

November 29, 2017

Worst Maternal Instinct Ever

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Alternate title to today’s post: Milford! Drive Away From Here And Never Come Back!

We give Rubin a lot of well deserved grief for poor plot construction and characterization, but I think Connie (is that her name? Can’t be bothered to look it up…) Soto takes the cake. It’s amazing, we know more about Rick’s dad’s story and he’s been in Dubai this whole time!

Bonus Question: Is Uncle Gary wearing the jacket I think he’s wearing?

November 28, 2017

That’s Using Your Head! Or, The Other Guy.

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Ugh. Well, here we are.

Uncle Gary should actually be quite satisfied with this outcome. Little Ricky’s golden throat appears uninjured (a blow to the larynx would delay if not derail his future crooning career at the Central City Copacabana) and, even if Ricky drops a few points off the ol’ IQ metric, it’s not exactly like singers are paid to think.

Tune in tomorrow to see if we get to find out what happened to the other guy.

November 27, 2017

This Could Be Key For Us!

Filed under: actual action, football, Marty Moon — nedryerson @ 6:33 am

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This is the fourth strip in a row showing us action in the New Thayer game! Is this because Whigrub have realized they’ve been shortchanging readers in the sports department or is it because they really want to savor the build up to Panel 3?

Marty is beside himself because viral video singing star Rick Soto is “slow to get up”. You heard right. Ricky Soto is potentially injured and maybe even concussed!

Uncle Gary probably has a film crew there to capture the drama so he can make a documentary about Rick Soto, his meteoric rise to viral video fame, the devastating(?) injury that derailed his career and his heroic journey back. Uncle Gary knows the biz! If Rick just reinjured his ankle, maybe Uncle Gary can use the footage for an alternative film venture, The Untitled Trainer Rick Scott Project.

November 25, 2017

What’s More Hazardous: The Veer or Coloring This Strip?

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After seeing the snazz Mudlark blackout unis on Friday I decided to post the color version again today and boy howdy, was I not disappointed. What a jumble of day into night, sky above then sky below, then sky in the middle of a guy’s chest, then sky above again. Of course you’re gonna fumble multiple times when your game ball has been replaced with a jumbo size Idaho Spud bar. You think that’s nuts? Check out The Secret Pelwecki’s gloves with fingernails!

That’s about all I’ve got for today except for another grammatical fumble.

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