September 10th, 2007

  • curugon

Monday, September 10 (for real this time)

Hi all,

My apologies for the late posting. I'm in the home stretch of a 48-hour film festival (two days to shoot and edit a music video), and my brain's trying to take a vacation from reality. Enough excuses!

I'm not going to do a panel-by-panel today, but rather comment on four things...

Firstly... I'm a relative late-comer to FBOFW, possibly because my newspaper growing up didn't seem to carry it. So this new amalgamated strip is quite pleasant to me. I get to live the glory days for the first time, as it were, and I would hazard a guess that some of you are along for the same Canadatastic ride. Although I could really do without little present-day drawings of Mike staring blankly into space... presumably, Merrie has left the room to stick her finger into electrical outlets and he simply hasn't noticed.

Secondly... I have studied art most of my life, and I find the change in Lynn's style over the years to be rather enormous. Looking at Waterson, Schultz, Hart, and other classic cartoonists, you can see how their basic styles remained the same, but underwent evolution. Sorry if this topic has been run into the ground before. I just find it fascinating, and probably indicative of the slow changover of the Lynnions. That depresses me.

Thirdly... I'm rather charmed by lil' Lizzie thoroughly enjoying the empty candy wrappers, and (like some have posted) find no real fault in today's flashback. I'll take that as a kindness, considering Lynn is still holding the Lizthony union over our heads like a pasty, passive-aggresive Sword of Damocles.

And Fourthly... I'm really freaking disturbed that the Pattersons seem to own (thirty years ago) my current sofa.

Five hours to go until my deadline - wish me luck! See you tomorrow.

Cheers,

Curugon
  • curugon

Tuesday, September 11

Oh merciful comic deities, thank you for giving us one day of relief from Mike's Floating Head of Mediocrity(tm).

Panel One: Okay, this one is creeping me out a bit. It rather looks like one of those caricatures of the cliche housefrau, depressed beyond hope's glimmering horizon. Either Elly has gone to sleep during the monotony of her Foobian existence, or she's holding lil' Lizzie under the water until the bubbles stop.

Panel Two: Nice 3-D lettering.

Panel Three: That teddy bear looks to be about as large as Mikey. Impressive that he was able to huck that sucker into the air so high. Perhaps he will grow up to be a football player, or a gymnast! What's that you say? Hackneyed writer?

Tangent of the day: I grew up an only child, isolated with my mom n' dad in Los Angeles - both sets of grandparents were many states away, so our household was very small and quiet. I lived vicariously through my friends for the "big family experience," such as Thanksgiving dinners, family picnics, screaming fights over toys... My point being, the early Foob strips really tap into that dynamic nicely (I've spent way too many hours perusing the official site's archives) and can often warm my heart.

I get an extra kick by pretending that Mike is currently drowning in Lake Superior, and these hybrid strips are actually his life flashing before his eyes.

Cheers,

Curugon