Archive for October, 2008

Sally Forth (10/24/08)

October 24, 2008

It’s funny that a woman who is presumably in her forties is mentoring a preteen girl in the ways of sarcasm; funny because the affliction that the young girl describes in this strip – the inability to be sincere – is something that people in their twenties seem to suffer from more than anyone else. Generation X may be jaded and Millennials may be worldly, but it’s the generation in between that’s cornered the market on cracking wise.


Scary Gary (10/23/08)

October 23, 2008

Here’s a rather gruseome punchline made palatable by a wholesome image and a cute sound effect in the final panel. Sure, the neighborhood busybody may have been decapitated on the lawn by a tiny demon, but all that’s shown is a man (actually a vampire) in a sweater reading a book along with the innocent-sounding “thwok” emanating from the front yard. The whole thing was incongruous enough to get a laugh out of me.

Watch Your Head (10/22/08)

October 22, 2008

Watch Your Head has turned into a comic strip version of a David Lynch film these last few weeks. While the dialogue has suggested the characters were wandering through the inner city, the visuals have depicted a creepy suburban locale reminiscent of Blue Velvet. And while the storyline appears to be going nowhere, it has produced the funky renderings that stretch across today’s strip like a string of paper dolls. I especially like the way some features are depicted while others are ignored. One character is given stubble, for example, while another character is drawn without a nose.

Brewster Rockit: Space Guy! (10/21/08)

October 21, 2008

The angry captain in panel two seems to be building on Robert Kennedy’s quote about our gross national product, that “[it] does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education, or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages; the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials. It measures neither our wit nor our courage; neither our wisdom nor our learning; neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country; it measures everything, in short, except that which makes life worthwhile.” But that’s not the only virtue of this strip. We also get to see a rendering of Uranians looking very much like aquamen from an old school comic book.

Frazz (10/20/08)

October 20, 2008

“Do I dare to eat a peach?” When T.S. Eliot penned that curious line in 1915, he was referencing the type of crippling alienation that could make a man feel foolish for enjoying one of life’s simple pleasures. Had he written the same line 90 years later, he could very well have referenced the lack of oversight plauging the world’s food supply. I’ve never purchased even a passable peach from a grocery store, although I’ve tried on numerous occasions. The once tasty fruit might not be dangerous in its modern incarnation, but it certainly is dry and flavorless.

Pooch Cafe (10/19/08)

October 19, 2008

I love the aburpt punchline in this strip, although it’s nice to see, on second glance, that both the woman and the dog are eyeing the glass of water in the second-to-last panel. I wonder what plans the dog has hatched for that water in the final panel. Does he intend to throw it directly at his master’s wife, much like a jilted lover in the midst of a fancy dinner gone wrong, or is it important that he drench himself with the water so he can have the satisfaction of shaking himself dry? Either way, it’s funny.

Pardon My Planet (10/18/08)

October 18, 2008

Count me as one of the few people who appreciates hand dryers in public restrooms. They may take a few moments to do the job, but they’re clean and they always dry my hands completely whereas paper towels can leave my hands slightly damp. They’re also warm, which is particularly nice during the winter (or if you’re stuck inside an overly air conditioned building). Of course, not all hand dryers are created equal. Some have tepid air flows that are not much stronger than blowing hard onto your hands while others are so powerful that they feel as if they might leave a bruise.