Harry the Hoarder

Argh, just argh. The joke here hinges on the premise that Crazy’s comics collection is so huge that is occupies all the space in their home. We know that Crazy collects comics (especially those Tarzan ones), but it’s never been established that said collection threatens to “eat” the house that Crazy shares with dumpy Donna, Maddie, and the missing-in-action Tyler and little Abbey.

17 thoughts on “Harry the Hoarder”

  1. It’s funny because Crazy Harry has no friends, just endless boxes of moldering comic books he keeps in a vain attempt to fill the hollow part of his soul.

  2. Okay, I must confess: I like Crazy Harry. He actually has things (comics, Tarzan books) that he likes, non-ironically, that give him pleasure and make his life enjoyable. That makes him the most human of all of Westview’s inhabitants. He’s one of my favorite Funky Winkerbean characters, simply because he can take pleasure in things as they are, rather than smirk and snark about superior he is to those who fail to appreciate his tastes.

    (He’s still in third place, though, behind Kili the Kitten and the Winkerbean Halloween Pumpkins of Despair. Still, third place is better than Les’ stool.)

  3. True, Harry is not nearly as objectionable as…certain OTHER FW characters may be. He’s mostly just sad, really, although not quite sad enough to be truly tragic, like Funky.

    It’s clearly been a while since TB has had to draw Mrs. Crazy though, eh? Gad-zooks! Same goes for Harry’s hat-less head too, BTW.

  4. I really think that the sole purpose of today’s strip is to establish that Les is the only guy his age who doesn’t have a dumpy clump of blubber for a wife. It’s not PC, not funny, not relevant, not…anything. I’m just interpreting, here. The main point is…Comic Books! And fat broads! Funny!

  5. So, comic books. In Batty’s pointy little “I Live In Mom’s Attic” head, scruffy teens love ’em, and 8o year old creeps love ’em. In the rest of the world, almost nobody gives a damn about ’em. Yeah, that’s about a quarter inch off, I guess.

    Meanwhile, say hello to the Blob that Ate Cincinnati. Yeesh. What’s THAT? No wonder Crazy took her crack about house-eating comics and turned it around on her and her ravenous friends.

    And what is it about fat blonde women and Ahia? Whenever I watch a televised baseball or football game from Cleveland, I see all these fat blonde women. Don’t they serve salads or sell treadmills in that state?

    Hey, it’s been almost three weeks since I last said so, so let’s do it again – Go fuck yourself, Ohio. Aaaaah, that feels good. Like a day at the beach…

  6. Hey, I know you’re still upset about the 2012 election, but could we dial down the Ohio hate a notch around here? It’s hard enough living in the home of Batom Inc. World Headquarters.

  7. True dat. Having the whole goddam Funkyverse in your backyard is creepy enough without having some sort of generalized Ahia hatin’ going on. Think of the good things…Chrissie Hynde and, um … Skyline Chili, that’s the ticket!

  8. Oooookay, I will. Garsh. Sorry guys. The Dark Lord of Medina Devil made me do it! You have enough problems without me piling on.

  9. I honestly think that at the beginning of Act 3, Tom wrote every returning character’s name on a little slip of paper, folded them up, then tossed them into a goldfish bowl.

    Then he wrote down a random list of character traits, folded them up, and tossed them into row of hats.

    Every time it’s decided he has to go through the motions of a non-Les arc, he pulls a name out of the bowl. Then he sifts through that character’s hat, pulling out a random selection of traits. These will provide the jokes, as his characters are just SO DEEP that everything else writes itself.

    Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

    Over the past few years, though, most of the character names have gotten lost. And most of the traits have ended up hidden beneath a couch and counter top.

    Right now, the only things left in Harry’s hat are “comical books about Tarzan” and “coffee pizza coffee” and “friend of Les”.

  10. Other good things in Ohio:

    – the Columbus Zoo
    – Old Man’s Cave
    – Dawes Arboretum
    – King Gyros
    – Schmidt Haus
    – North Market
    – Jungle Jim’s
    – Buckeye Lake Brewery
    – Columbus Oktoberfest
    – Easton Apple Store
    – Brews Cafe (Granville)
    – The overwhelming majority of the Ohio population is not Batominc.

    By the way, B. Wanker’s anguish didn’t arise in Ohio, despite what the TV told him on election night. Given that the final popular vote ended up near to 51%–47% (why does that second percentage seem familiar?), his wrath might better be directed against America, not Ohio. Also, the tipping-point state will turn out to be Colorado or Pennsylvania, not Ohio.

    Regardless of your political orientation, fear not: all the lovely politicians, pundits, PACs, and corporations are already gearing up for the coming 2014 election! Maybe there’ll be a school levy measure again! And Lisa will still be dead from cancer cancer cancer! By 2014, will Cayla have gone to prison for domestic abuse, or will it still be the comic relief in this Very Serious Serial Art Form? Will the Anonymous Gay Hand’s owner be revealed, or is that contingent on Batominc getting an award from GLAAD or HRC? Will Owen ever take off that smelly chullo? Will Batominc ever master emotional tone, the graphical rendering of limbs, or the narrative elements of plotting, pacing, or believable dialog?—implausible, I know, but I’m on a roll.

    So much future snark to look forward to! Why rehash the last election? Let’s drop it abruptly, like a Batominc story arc!

    Here endeth the lesson.

  13. I have the same problem keeping my Funky Winkerbean collection in order. I store them in the garbage can on the side of the house, but those pesky raccoons keep disorganizing them in a vain attempt to find an apple core, a moldy head of lettuce, or an old syringe.

  15. It’s nice that he’s not drawing Donna as a Holly clone anymore, but I don’t think her being drawn as a lump of mashed potatoes with sweet potato hair is all that much of an improvement. She barely has distinct features, even.

    That she has Holly’s personality, however, is hardly praise-worthy.

  16. “…to their faces?”

    I have trouble imaging her not hanging out with horrible house-eating hoards. At least Harry’s polite about it.

  17. Now I understand TFH’s comment about “interchangeable dumpy middle aged blondes”.

    As for Ohio, I’ve never been, but think their definition of chili is grossly incorrect.

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