Well readers, welcome to my first (and only) sober blog. There has been a lot of sentimental blogging about the 'mix and i fully intend to jump on that bandwagon. I would like to talk about something that really tug tug tugs away at my heart strings: Summertime. We all know its coming. Unless you are a complete fool, you are thinking about it obsessively with every wrinkle of your 'meat space' brain. Whether you're a kindergartner or a bitter 9to5er, the summer brings the hope that you will be able to do whatever the hell you feel like doing. Summer assists the ebb and flow of memories. Summer assuages the pain of Winter, and the sexual rejection of Spring. Summer is and always will be the most awesome time of our lives. And who do you think has tapped into the pit-stain yearnings of The People in a way that only some freaky shaman could? That's right blogosphere dwellers! Steve Alaniz and Francesco Marciuliano. The recent run of Sally strips has been raking the muck from our post-modern world and getting to the truth of what it means to be a righteous human being/family unit.
Let us have a recap of what has happened in the last week: Mon: Ted is chillaxin' in his neighbors pool (a true American hero!) Tues: War-painted faces, brandishing a yo-yo and a baseball glove, Faye and Hil have TP'd their own house in a summertime-freedom frenzy. Wed: the Forth fam is sweating it out on their couch, ice cream is melting, and Sally is having Looney Toon like hallucinations. Thurs: Ted Forth is a pillar of righteousness in the guise of a little league baseball coach. Fri: Hilary has caught the brightest firefly ever. (There are no fireflies in the Golden State, but the this strip really struck a chord with me. It takes the imagination of a child like Hil and the greatness of a mom like Sally to treasure a bug's ass and I love them for that.)
And so we find ourselves in the now, looking at today's strip. (If you haven't seen it go to http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/cgi-bin/comics/archive.pl) I had a visceral reaction of joy to this strip. I can't find words to describe how i feel about the awesome way in which Sally and Ted are constantly exploiting our square world (maybe heart-rainbow explosion?) It hearkens back to a time before Hil was born, and Sally and Ted were a couple of happy-go-lucky free-spirits. (Sally! if i didn't have so much respect for Ted i would sweep you off of your feet and marry you!) The fact that they have managed to maintain that 'spark' while raising a child and having a boring office job is truly robust, and universally inspirational. Let us do another quick recap of the week. Mon: OMG HA HA! Tues: HAHA! cute. Wed: HA! so true! Thurs: HA!HAHA! Ted = #1 Fri: only an emoticon can describe this, ;) then... Sat: OMG! ROTFLOL!!! WHAM!!! back to the good ol' yucks!
Mr. Alaniz, Mr. Marciuliano, i salute you.
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Ah, Ted Forth. The Andrew WK of the comics page, a man whose exploits make me feel as though I'm standing atop a conceptual peak of triumph, while beams of pure glory flow past my head and through the fingers of my upraised hands. His venture into the pool of his uptight neighbors really was amazing. That dude loves to throw of the shackles of social oppression by ignoring the mores of a culture obsessed with private property, which as we all know is the source of all violence and misery.
As Isaac has pointed out, though, the Sally Forth summer preview is really a set-up for dissapointment, given that many of the events in it should be given full treatment, but instead they die on the vine as withered grapes of one-off wasted beauty. The favorite example of course being last year's strip in which Hil and Faye form a two-drummer-no-other-instruments band, which would have rocked harder than any band in the time/space continuum, save perhaps Wyld Stallyns. Obv. Isaac talks to this day about the dissapointment of finding out that it wasn't going to be a real storyline. No, really, he does. We talked about this morning at breakfast.
scott, as the administrator of this blog i request that you take the hilarity of your posts down 1 to 3 notches so as not to show me or comicsdood up.
thank you.
the only band that rocks harder than whatever two drum band you're talking about in sally forth can be heard at http://www.fbfw.com/strip_fix/birthday.mp3. april patterson's singing voice is as hot as her makeover.
The guitar solo before the last chorus really brings home the exuberant joy of youthful freedom. my only question: where did the drummer go? he's in all the pictures. perhaps he left the studio to score some 'za (or some buddha) and they recorded it while he was gone, a la 'We're Not the Same'...
by the by, here's the proper URL:
http://www.fborfw.com/strip_fix/birthday.mp3
april patterson is apparently a sexy 30 something, if we're going by her voice. yeesh.
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