That’s a very strange mall, to me. I grew up behind a mall in Wilmington, DE, and I’ve been in malls all over America, but West Acres Mall has such a strangely unhospitible vibe the moment you go through the doors. It’s not only the people, but the lighting, arrangement (Feng Shui?), colors and textures; it’s bizarre to me, but singular. Odd, since Fargo is such a nice and welcoming city compared to most.
I do that constantly—it Isn’t laziness, rather a belief that brevity favors hilarity. Humor demands pithy expression. If I want drama, I go to drama strips, but expect a concise spike of enjoyment from humor strips.
Watt was wrong with it? No juice? Faulty lines?
The final panel… does this mean that Sedine is… OVER THE HIL????
She could use a couple additives… happy birthday!
You mean it was dim? It didn’t spark? It wasn’t a live wire? It didn’t conduct?
Must be a rare Funk-mobile with a plastic bulb on the back that you hit to make cruise n’ race.
Oh, come now—there Is parking within a block of everything down there in Fargo. I never fail to park on the street … it’s podunky!
It’s known as “social programming”, and the entertainment industry (the big-5 media companies) are programming their waning audiences with satanic imagery, morality, and characters. I don’t think this comic would fit that scenario.
There were always those “ubiquitous” toys, and there was always one that was like a lottery win, if you got it.