This is the twentieth Book Bin I’ve done. That’s a lot. I think I’ve settled on doing these twice a year. It’s frequent enough for the people who enjoy them, but not so repetitive that it bores everyone else.
The only book I have commentary for is Billy Dinkins. I originally wrote that as an instruction manual for the arcane version of dodgeball that I’m pretty sure was only played on the street I grew up on. It involved two hurlers, with everyone else in between them. Random words were called out when the ball was thrown, which would instruct everyone in the middle to jump, catch, or do some other stuff with the ball I can’t remember. Realizing the only person who’d see this cartoon and know what the hell I was talking about is my sister, I went with freeze tag electricity instead. Sorry if “electricity” didn’t exist in your version of freeze tag. What a horrible childhood you must’ve had.
Oh, the State Fair Field Guide reminds me of one more thing about my youth: I didn’t know what funnel cake was until college. I’m sure it existed in New England, but fried dough was a lot more ubiquitous.
Update: I’m stupid! This is the tenth book bin I’ve done. That’s only 4% of every BFW comic that ever existed, including the ones from the shitty years.