It was like Facebook but in the real world? Has Tom B ever been to Facebook? Unless Crazy’s idea of chatting up the staff or other customers included begging them to join his mafia or showing random strangers pictures of his neice, I doubt it was much like Facebook.
I wonder if the real Village Booksmith sells DVDs or CDs, or just old back issues of Readers’s Digest. Either way, getting accosted by my weird mailman at a bookstore would be enough to drive me away, or go nuclear on his butt.
Crazy Harry: “So what book did ya get?”
Me: “The joys of animal sex! I’ve always heard about it and was kind of curious. Lots of horse stuff in it. I’m more of a marsupial man myself but kangaroos are hard to come by in Ohio…”
Son of Stuck Funky 
I’m kind of surprised he said Facebook instead of some made up name.
We’ve never seen Crazy Harry in here before now, but that’s beside the point, which is that technology SUCKS and has RUINED FOREVER everything good and decent in this world. Cripes, it’s almost enough to make me wish for Les back. (I said almost.)
Seems to me that the last thing a mailman would want to do in his free time would be to walk around visiting local businesses but hey, what do I know? I’m likewise surprised to learn that the Booksmith had a staff (and other customers). No wonder no one makes any money in Westview, every single business carries a bloated, unnecessary staff full of losers (many of them literally bloated, I might add) for some weird reason.
I’m not surprised, though, to learn that evil technology; that insidious, soul-murdering social networking to be specific, is one of the chief culprits in the Booksmith’s sad demise. Back in the day, if you wanted to pretend to have friends you had to loiter around local businesses and harass them in person instead of sitting around doing it online. And that’s the way we liked it, dammit!!
1. Today’s strip contains zero jokes.
2.”And chatting with the staff or other customers.” This is not the way humans talk. And, grammatically, it’s questionable.
3. Facebook has no effect on book sales.
4. The silhouette thing in panel one is just plain bizarre.
Actually, Harry what you are doing is indeed just like facebook. Blabbing rubbish to anyone withing distance , promoting your own stupid opinions on obscure topics only you care about and most important of all…friending people who don’t want to be friends with you!!!. Crazy Harry you indeed ARE facebook in real life!!!!!
One other thing: Are we sure this isn’t just Les dressed up as Crazy Harry?
This week’s FW arc is a lot like Facebook, too — A good way to waste time, but ultimately pointless and unnecessary except for satisfying the ego of the smug asshole who runs it.
Is this all a setup for Les’ book tour? I thought it would be this week, but I’m convinced now that it’s next week. And he’ll talk about how tragic it is that no one supports book stores any more, all the while signing copies of his latest turd pile in some pizza parlor, yogurt stand or school gymnasium rather than an actual…I don’t know…bookstore.
Oh cruel irony (a word TB has never actually learned)!
Now I know who the Village Booksmith guy reminds me of.
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It is more and more obvious that TB never leaves his writer’s attic.
Meals on wheels is his only life-line…and of course the mailman
Crazy: Well i’m off to Montoni’s where I will swill coffee all day. It’s like facebook but with pizza!
As several people have pointed out wouldn’t holding the book signing of the greatest cancer book ever wirtten in the town book store a) make sense and b) have tossed a few dollars towards sad faced book store owner that we never heard of before and who looks like a clone of Funky.
And one last thought: it’s taken 4o years for crazy to buy another Tarzan book? How slow does he read? Yes there are some 24 books in the series but that works out to about 1 book every two years. No wonder sad faced booksellerguy is going out of business – the town is full of functional illiterates.
Am I the only one who expected the second and third panels to read something like “It was like facebook…only with real faces, and real books.” Now mind you, I’m not implying it would have been funny, or even made much sense, but at least the symmetry is there.
Very much agreed.
Take away the other two panels and I’m wondering why and how Conan O’Brien is buying a box of Cascade from Gus Grissom.
A solid week of that Crackhead Luddite Klinghorn (and it ain’t over yet!) and I’m ready for a return to more satisfying funky-fare. Like cancer. This strip really, really, needs more cancer. Lots more cancer.
“It is more and more obvious that TB never leaves his writer’s attic.
Meals on wheels is his only life-line…and of course the mailman”
…and don’t forget the bottle of Old Crow! This strip is as stable and predictable as a three day bender, only not nearly so much fun.
I forgot to mention that today’s post title made me laugh out loud, something FW could not accomplish.