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Dopes on film

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Gil Thorp, 9/27/18

Oh, right! The cineaste kid! Turns out he too, like Tiki Jansen, is being inexorably drawn into the gravity well of the fall “the Mudlarks special teams are wacky” plot. Honestly, the real revelation here for me is that Kaz, who’s never exactly struck me as an intellectual, is apparently forced to supplement his assistant coaching salary by also teaching “world geography,” where presumably he gets uncomfortably enthusiastic about the unit on China. Anyway, you might remember Kaz showing his deep contempt for non-mainstream cinema just a few weeks ago, but hopefully in return for his services Joe Bolek will insist that the entire coaching staff watch Sátántangó, Hungarian auteur Béla Tarr’s seven-hour black-and-white masterpiece, which will open their eyes to the magic of independent film.

Six Chix, 9/27/18

There’s nothing immoral per se with wanting to have a three-way with a furry on your wedding night, but its absolutely imperative that you have a discussion with your partner first, to make sure everyone’s on the same page.

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Economic collapse Sunday

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Six Chix, 9/23/18

My first read on this was that the two sad/angry/scrunch-faced/???? characters on the left were upset that their cruel boss was forcing them to come up with new fees, since they just wanted to offer checking accounts on honest terms to decent folks, just like banks did back in the day. But with all the crumpled up papers and charts denoting declining profits on display, I guess we’re meant to understand that they’re all in it together, trying to extract every last dime from their customers before the whole system comes crashing down. The lady in the middle is going into a full-on panic fugue state, so move all your savings into bitcoin or canned goods, probably!

Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 9/23/18

Snuffy and Lukey are laughing not at their own terrible wordplay, of course, but because they know that they’ll cut those trees down years before they mature enough to produce any fruit, either to patch their decaying hovels or simply to burn for heat.

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Unrealistic Sunday

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Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 9/16/18

Wait, which real world are we talking about here? A real world where a child wearing a coonskin cap and suspenders walks home from a clapboard one-room schoolhouse along the edge of a cliff? In this faux-hillbilly dreamscape, it’s actually more likely that the local education system would assess its charges’ skills in cartoonishly rustic pursuits rather than traditional academic subjects, to be honest.

Six Chix, 9/16/8

Not sure exactly what’s going on here: has the guard spent all day telling museum patrons to back away from the art, and now he’s urging these two to back away from the most glorious piece of art: the human form? Or is there, like, an epidemic of art museum sex going on that I’m not aware of?