Plan B

Link to today’s strip.

Huh.  Usually when someone graduates from school, that person is the one asked “What are your plans?”  Not here, though–for some reason, Holly’s curious about what Rachel is going to be doing, now that…nothing has really changed for her?

Although from Rachel’s answer, it sure sounds like she’s planning on quitting Montoni’s, now that Wally is a dishwasher with (presumably) a degree in architecture*.  And she’s going for a certification to teach art…oh God, she’s going to start working at Atomik Komix, isn’t she?

*Since both Wally and Adeela were attending the same class just prior to graduation, I’m going to assume that this was some senior-level architecture course.  It’s possible that the class was a required class that neither of them bothered with before senior year, but most students tend to knock those out early so that senior year is spent concentrating on one’s major.  It also might have been a course that both took for “fun” but “fun” seems to be a foreign concept in Westview.  I suppose it could be any random class, but really, a degree in architecture for a dishwasher is the kind of fate that just screams “Wally.”

 

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Yellow Alert: Someone’s Happy

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So, either Wally is just now being hired at Montoni’s, despite all the history to the contrary, or Tom Batiuk thinks “Welcome” means “You’re still working here, in the same position, but now you have a degree.”  And well Tony might add, “A degree you’ll do nothing with, of course, except increase the amount of depression in your life, in that you’re now a dishwasher with a degree.”

I think I’ve figured out a possible reason for Batiuk’s utter lack of continuity:  he hates this strip as much as the rest of the world does, and it’s painful to go back and re-read it.  All he’s doing is pounding them out until that 50th.

I have to say, Funky’s exercise routine has finally paid off.  I don’t think he’s looked this trim in years.  Or maybe Ayers gets paid by the number of fat-asses he has to draw, and Batiuk has a budget in place for 2019.

After thinking about it for awhile (a phrase I hate wasting on Funky Winkerbean) it bothers me the way Tony is drawn.  Based on Wally and Adeela’s elbows, I can sort of see where the tabletop should be, but somehow Tony looks too tall.  So either they’re sitting in kiddie chairs, which would be par for the course for Wally, or Tony is standing on a box.

Why is it that no one involved in the creation of this strip gives a good hot damn about its presentation?

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I Have a Dream

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Hello, fellow sufferers, BChasm back in the Agony Booth again after an extended hiatus.  Thanks to all, especially Epicus, who covered for me while Life Happened. (Honestly, you don’t want to know.)

And a Happy Martin Luther King Day to you all.    A reminder that there are things worth fighting for, and people willing to fight for them.

As opposed to other people who can’t be arsed to keep track of their own continuity.   Today’s strip is a good example…

…actually, today’s strip was unavailable for preview, but I’m betting the above remark holds true anyway.

Thanks to BillyTheSkink for an excellent hosting stint.  And, apropos of this, isn’t it the saddest aspect of this strip–the most Funky Winkerbeanesque aspect, if you will–that the most creative, hilarious and insightful things associated with this strip for the last ten years, come from the hosts and commentators on this site, and not from the comic itself?

If Tom Batiuk honestly had any sense of shame, this sort of thing would sting.

If.

IF.

“If” may be the harshest word in the English language.

 

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Diplame-a

Well, with today’s strip, Wally has officially beaten Summer across the Kent State graduation stage. And so has Buddy. And Kay Kyser too. Sheesh…

Wait, Kent State? I thought Wally was taking classes at a community college. Granted, I have an uncle who calls Kent a community college. He went to Miami (the Ohio one) though, so his opinion is a little biased.

Also, be sure to check the throw-away panels today for a rare glimpse at Becky’s left arm back when it was still attached.

Thanks for reading my two weeks covering TB’s flotsam. SOSF hall-of-famer and hall-of-namer beckoningchasm will take the helm tomorrow.

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Mope springs eternal

I dunno if Adeela’s resume should get her and H-1B visa or not, but today’s strip should go in her resume if she wants to hang around in Funky Winkerbean.

This is grade A+ sad-sackery. Funky himself would stand in line. And that waddling off? It’s nearly Les-level! Adeela truly is a Westviewian at heart.

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Build the wall of text!

Well… today’s strip wades onto the first step of the deep deep pool that is American immigration and guest worker policy. This is what I imagine it would be like if Eeyore was a political talking head on one of the news networks.

I have no idea what Wally is talking about, and I hazard that he doesn’t either.

Adeela is apparently studying architecture, can we assume Wally is doing that as well? That should help him manage Montoni’s really well, better even than Rachel and her decades of experience would… Or will it help Adeela do that? Oh good grief! Are we headed toward Montoni’s sponsoring Adeela’s H-1B visa? *sigh*

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Wot’s Adeela wit you? Eh?

Why is Adeela not excited about graduating from college in today’s strip?
The answer may be undeserving awards-bait… Film at 11.

Thank goodness Tony returned in time to set up this silly transition. I don’t know what we all would have done had Funky had to ask Rachel this rote and rhetorical question. Probably donned sackcloth and ashes…

Well, at least Chuck Ayers doesn’t use wavy panel borders for in-strip transitions from one place to another like TB did. I hate that.

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