Tom Batiuk: If you could see my drawing board now. I've got a project that's going to come up starting the end of the year and it's really cool…Cory is in Afghanistan and [Holly's] looking to complete his comic book collection…So she's going to complete his collection of Starbuck Jones comics…I have seven covers that I've had guys create for me and it's such a kick.
Tom Batiuk Talks 'Funky Winkerbean', comicbookresources.com, Mar 19, 2013
Too bad Batiuk didn't bring in a pro to create a cover for Les' first book: it looks more like the cover of a book report by a fourth-grader.
Funky Winkerbean is a reality-based comic strip that depicts contemporary issues affecting young adults…
Unfortunately, the young adults in this case are Darin and Jessica Darling Fairgood. Their "reality" involves starting a family while he's an MBA assistant-managing a pizza parlor, and she's a documentarianne whose project about her father has been stalled for two years. Speaking of stalling, today's strip does nothing to move this story along.
Forget Batiuk's Quarter Inch, we are in Bizarro World. Jess and Darin, who clearly don't have a pot to piss in, are actually apologetic to Ann for their having conceived a child. "Eight Track", meanwhile, is not merely pleased: she's insane with glee at the prospect, declaring herself "totally ready" to help care for an infant…though you'd think she'd have her hands full, having already appointed herself as Fred's speech therapist.
I suspect that those of you who didn't venture a guess that yesterday's "news" was Jessica's pregnancy suspected it anyway, but were hoping against hope that it'd be something, anything else.
This a great setup for Darrin to hand Ann the newspaper he just picked up out of her yard…
Now that would have been funny!
Time for Lisa's "Now that my bastard son has gotten some bimbo pregnant" VHS tape.
You know such a tape must exist; St. Lisa covered every (ahem) conceivable possibility!
Why would a pair living above a crappy pizza joint with no real source of income view a pregnancy as anything but ambivalent news?
That was my thought, too. Unless she also has some Hollywood "WOW" checks coming in, Jess has no visible means of support other than Darin, who leveraged his MBA to become VP of Marketing…for Montoni's Pizzeria.
What a weird reaction to hearing "We've got some news." Darin and Jess are both smiling, but Ann instantly goes into bad news mode. What was she going to say? "I hope it's not bad news, because what with having to care for your invalid father I'm already on the verge of putting my head in the oven…"
Tom…. Dude… Just… You don't know how to do jocular teasing. Just stop right now.
This is why every single one of your characters is an asshole.
Jocular? Jerk-ular is more like it. Yes, we fellas like to engage in good-natured ball busting with our buddies. In fact, the closer the friendship, the more outrageous the kidding. But it's supposed to be reciprocal. Sleepy-looking, mopey Pete is always on the receiving end of Darin's zingers.Even saying hi to the folks at home is too much trouble for Darin. And that twisted smirk on his face for the last three days makes me want to reach through my monitor and Pete's to punch Darin's lights out.
Nary an ex-postman nor a comic book guy to be seen. Let's all do our "happy dance!" Today we drop in on Mr. and Mrs. Darin Fairgood, at home in front of the world's only black and white flatscreen TV. By some freak happenstance, Darin has been proven right about something for once, but magnanimously refuses to gloat. How nice to see that after ten years of marriage, Darin's figured out that he shouldn't treat his wife like a roomate.
Looks like Crazy Harry's "dream job" is permanent after all, as he and Tête Moufette Morte John man a booth at Westview Comicon. Their customer is an Imperial Stormtrooper (and apparently the only one attending this event in costume).
I remember the "deadpan stare" at the reader after the punchline, something that might make Act III a lot funnier than it is now. There's certainly nothing to lose by trying it.
If TB is reverting to the "gag-a-day" format, that "deadpan stare" would be most preferable to John's knowing, sidelong smirk in panel 3. The guy is just made of creepy.