Showing posts with label SALLY FORTH. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SALLY FORTH. Show all posts

Friday, September 14, 2007

The Fay-te of Sally Forth

My friends!
A few words on the strip beloved by all (including people as far away as Iceland, according to the official website), populated by some of the most appalling (Sally's mom) and most groovy (Ted) characters on the MP. Can you guess which strip I'm talking about?? Why, it's Sally Forth, of course! I'm, just going to touch on a few issues that have been running through the ol' collective unconscious (though why I need to tell you anything when we're really just a hive mind, I don't really know).
First of all, is everyone familiar with Greg Howard? He's the lawyer-turned-'Mics-Artist who created SF in the '80s. He was some schmuck who couldn't draw:









After 10 years, he just inexplicably left the strip, turning things over to Francesco Marculiano and some artist, who never seems to get any credit. That's right, FM doesn't draw the fucking thing at all! There's a division of labor in place, because surely no human could both give voice to the divine Ted and simultaneously draw a little line on Sally's face to represent her one permanent emotion (which is.... snideness? Is that even an emotion?)

Anyway, let's talk about what's been happening, namely the decline and fall of the second grooviest character in SF, the love of Isaac Pirie's life, future mother of his children Freedom Trail Pirie and Old North Church Pirie: Faye. Faye obviously rules! Remember the rock band that consisted of Hilary on drums and Faye on drums? That would never have happened without Faye and her badass little denim vest. But lo, what is this we see on the horizon? The assimilation of our heroine of cool into the flock of sheep that is the elementary school crowd! I mean, in 6ht grade I started combing my hair so I wouldn't get made fun of so much, and the following year I bought a Champion sweatshirt to try to fit in (of course I bought a purple one, so I was mocked just as heavily as before), but come one, I wasn't as cool as Faye to begin with. She was ever the free thinker, ever the iconoclast, while I was ever the schlep in a Def Leppard T-shirt. What does this mean for the world, that one of the shining lights on the 'MP has been so callously extinguished? Or will she rise again, phoenix-like, from the ashes of complacency and a polka-dot blouse?
Perhaps more importantly, what the heck is her ethnic background?? What's that you say? It's obvious, she's white like everybody else? Well check this out:










This is taken from the Oakland Tribune, and though poorly scanned by yours truly, the fact is that Faye's skin is printed in half tone, while Hilary's is not. What gives? Is Faye a member of an ethnic minority? Does the Tribune color folks in so there'll be more black people on the 'MP? Let's just say that a little internet delving reveals that in full color, everybody looks the same: White as a sheet. In fact, I think there has never been a single black person in SF, ever. So the mystery remains unsolved. All we can do is pray on bended knee that Faye, be she black, white or greyish, be returned to us as the Queen of Cool, the Paragon of Party, the Goddess of Grunge that she once was. So say we all.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Seriously Righteous

I would just like to point out that, in a moment of meta-connection that bridges the divide between 'Mics and Reality, two righteous dudes are totally on the same page. The same comics page. Read my last post. Then read today's Sally Forth.




Me and Ted, dudes, me and Ted. And I mean, have you ever seen us in the same room at the same time?

Saturday, May 5, 2007

Come On In, The Water's Fine!

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.