September 2010 – Page 2 – Son of Stuck Funky

Ka-bitch-nik

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(A tip of the SoSF coonskin cap to Mr. David Orth for a stellar week of guest bloggin’! I’m back, rested and rarin’ to go! -TFH)

Are the halls of Westview High haunted by Mark Twain’s ghost? Nah, that would be too entertaining. ‘Tis merely Jim Kablichnik, the Science Guy of Westview High. Jim really, really loves his job. Shudder at his cold, soulless gaze in the first panel…“horrific” indeed.

TB’s bio states that he was a junior high teacher before becoming successful as a cartoonist. Yet he depicts the Westview faculty members as despising their jobs, and the students as clueless, unteachable delinquents. It’s a good thing for his students that he chose another line of work.

As the stomach turns…

Billythestink called it; where’d the picture atop the telly go? Vanished! And yet Pa Winkerbean’s chin triples in just one panel!

I for one, can’t wait for this week to be over. There’s no stilted dialog to make fun of, no “solo car dates” or any such thing, just a week of slow, boring time-killing!

Casa-Blahca

Oh, wow, way to go, Funky, you made your dad almost smile by putting on some old movie. Either that or he’s passing gas.

Snarkers, it doesn’t take much in the math dept to figure that dear ol “one foot in the grave, one foot on a banana peel.” Winkerbean is, at youngest 66, at oldest, what, in his mid-80s? To say the man is a vegetable is an insult to garden produce; is it possible TB is trying to write about something he doesn’t really understand again?

Maybe I just know a lot of 80+ year old people that can still carry on a conversation, but I don’t think it’s just me.

This is your life, Pa Winkerbean..

Any regrets? Well here comes one now! There’s your fat-ass ungrateful son coming in to spend hours and hours with you staring at a television set, ignoring you like always but at least now he can feel *good* about ignoring you because he’s in the same room as you. Even though it appears death is coming (Why a week-long set up for a character we never see otherwise?) it won’t be soon enough; Batiuk is going to keep your poignant tale on the backburner until at least 2016.

Where is this all going!?

Nowhere, my fellow snarkers, nowhere! This week is so deadly-dull that even the title character is looking at his watch. It’s almost enough to make you miss the Hindenburg-sized word balloons TB would use to espouse his rants through Les about how much society should pay more attention to his cancer-strips. Let’s state the obvious; he’s going to visit his dad. Unless his dad is dead or doing the Macarena because he just won the lotto we should *not* have to suffer through such a long build-up.