Bad news food
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Curtis, 9/6/26

Curtis is one of the few strips that does generational discourse that in my opinion truly gives both sides their due, which is one of the reasons I think it’s a good comic strip. Like, Greg is right! Fast food restaurants used to have a much more vibrant color scheme, and as our society’s general aesthetic has become more muted, they’ve become as bland and corporate as everything else! Also, they don’t have to appeal to children as much anymore because today’s adults grew up on fast food themselves and don’t need to be convinced to go there by their kids’ whining, and these things all really say a lot about society. But also, Curtis is right! Who wants to hear this crap? Who has the time and energy for this kind of rumination? Who needs to talk about all this when we could be enjoying a couple of delicious [squints] bobo-combobos?
Beetle Bailey, 9/6/26

It really bothers me that Sarge starts out eating pizza from an open box sitting directly on his bare legs and at some point falls asleep with the open box on top of his blanket. Like what happened between those two panels? Did he get chilly mid-meal, tuck himself in, but continued to chow down on the pizza, then eventually dozed off? I do, however, appreciate the various facial expressions on offer in the final panel. Beetle and Killer look genuinely pleased to offer the cookies to Sarge, whereas Plato and Rocky seem grimly resigned to their task, which is to use those jugs of milk to murder him in some way, possibly by drowning.
Crankshaft, 9/6/26

That’s right! To this pizza-serving AI, all the human customers at Montoni’s are nothing more than a mob of flesh! Weak, pathetic flesh that can be easily sliced to ribbons by its built-in laser. Clumping together in a mob just makes the flesh-bags easier to target!


14 replies to “Bad news food”
Crankshaft-Oh dear god it’s continuing.
Beetle Bailey-“So we drugged all your food.”
Slylock Fox-Uh you’re wrong, Slylock. Count Weirdly is into kinky things.
RMMD-Oh great. Another unending storyline that’ll stop the strip dead.
FC-Nowadays Christmas shopping precedes all that.
Curtis: OTOH, watches news clip from garishly gilded White House; realizes bland and muted isn’t so bad.
Cranky — The world’s largest corporations are spending trillions of dollars so Montoni’s robot can drop the awful puns that are the stable of Westview discourse and make Crankshaft redundant and completely unnecessary to the point where he can vanish from his eponymous strip. Worth it!
Crankshaft: What non-monkey’s-paw wish can I make for a fictional sentient life form to destroy this thing? How about Daleks?
H&L:
“Is it pronounced deng or DEN gay fever?”
“Why?”
“You said ‘Disney Cruise’; we gotta make this sound realistic.”
MW: Nooooo! Don’t have Nelly say anything I agree with!
DtM: Gina’s too smart to worry about cottoning to Dennis’ favor. Maybe she and Margaret have more in common than we think.
BG&SS: Congrats to readers of print newspapers which don’t carry the topper, as they won’t know who’s in the bathtub until the last panel.
Beetle Bailey: The nightmare cures puzzle me, as Plato is carrying laundry detergent and Rocky wants Sarge to drink Prestone and motor oil.
MW: The merger complete, HA HA! they say as a single entity. “Ian” gets out of the car and looks around for the first time in his new body. After the debacle in the Antarctic, The Thing tries a more subtle approach.
DtM: Gina’s looking for a threesome.
Crankshaft: OK, this is the platonic ideal of a mid-00s webcomic. Two young pizza restaurant wait staff and their misanthropic sassy robot buddy, making jokes about internet phenomena from Obama’s first term. Watch out, Questionable Content, you’ve got competition!
Crankshaft:
“The plot line here is AI — Always Insipid.”
I don’t think it’s a big mystery, fast food science has discovered if you make the place really boring (or in the case of my favorite burger place in town, deeply, unsettlingly uncomfortable with sharp light and operating room-white decor) people get out of there faster and make room for more customers. I do miss places like this burger joint that shut down in 2024 with a soft brown color scheme and multiple small rooms with TVs and booths with soft chairs where you could sit for hours in comfort and quiet with a big tray of cheap french fries and free refills of sauce and soda. . .but you can imagine why they had to shut down.
Curtis: Judging from Curtis’s planned order, Bobo’s is one of those places that keeps up employee morale by forcing customers to recite convoluted and absurd names from their menu. I call it the “Rooty Tooty Fresh ‘n Fruity” method.
Wrecks Moregone:
“In a thousand years, when Uncle Jimmy’s old and feeble – that’s when we’ll make our move!”
Wary Morth:
Oh, wait, now I get it: Nelly is a stand-in for the entire readership since she commits the one unpardonable sin – despising Mary – and will pay for it in our steads.
Nelly will suffer for our sins.
Truly, she is blessed.
Curtis is generational, and Josh, welcome to generation reading glasses. Despite your squint, you missed a bo in bobo-combobobos
“Uh, Dad, that’s all great, but what about that horrible portal? The demons? The screaming? I don’t think they give a fuck about your nostalgia.”