Groovy, man
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Curtis, 4/30/06
If Curtis thinks that replacing his dad’s cigarettes with peyote will get the old man to quit, he’s got another thing coming.
Eat it, doc
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Rex Morgan, M.D., 4/29/06
If contemporary newspaper comics has offered a more unsettling image than panel three here — Rex with his eyes closed, about to slurp down a melting yet still nearly perfectly spherical blob of ice cream — I don’t wanna know about it. This level of disburingtude probably won’t be surpassed until FBOFW’s Liz decides to follow her incomprehensible heart’s desire and goes all slobbery on Anthony’s mustache.
Child of the night
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For Better Or For Worse, 4/28/06
One think I respect about this particular installment of FBOFW is its determined adherence to its original vision. Consider: Clearly John’s statement in panel one is meant to be “she goes like a bat out of hell,” and, just as clearly, you can’t say “bat out of hell” in a family paper. But did they give in to The Man? Did they replace that mildly profane phrase with a completely new phrase that worked in context and made sense in and of itself? They did not. “Goes like a bat” it was, which implies that John’s sweet new ride navigates by sonar, eats insects and fruit, and dangles headlights-first from the garage rafters at night. That’s dedication!
Also, John’s emotional adultery with his cars: creepy. Also also, Gordon’s transformation into a doppelgänger of the soon-to-be-indicted Karl Rove: creepier.