I’d like to take a moment to thank TFH, our contributors and our loyal readers for standing tall during this ponderous and plodding time. He’s obviously trying to break our collective will here and the stand you’ve all taken during this extremely tedious time will never be forgotten. If Monday rolls around and Funky is jogging or something it’ll be like emerging into daylight after some sort of long protracted siege of dullness or a really boring natural disaster of some kind.
And speaking of time that’ll never be forgotten, I must have fallen into a lengthy coma and missed several months of strips, as AK is apparently already up and running and brimming with treadmill inspired brilliance. He crammed several seconds of story into the first eleven and a half weeks of this thing and now suddenly, completely out of nowhere, everything has abruptly lurched forward in the most boring way possible. I mean maybe I’m wrong and this was just the most productive day in the history of new comic book companies but given the characters we’re talking about here that seems very unlikely.
I just really want Pete, Boy Lisa, Chester and AK to go away for a while…a long while. I usually complain when he just abandons story threads and never resolves them but in this case I’m genuinely rooting for it to happen.
Son of Stuck Funky 
I’ve said this many, many times…too many times.
This is not juvenile.
This is not childish.
This is infantile.
This is someone wallowing in their own diaper-filled fecal matter and believing it is golden nuggets.
I’ve always strived on this blog to separate the work from the worker. I have, I like to think, been pretty good about saying things about the strip but leaving Tom Batiuk alone.
I’ll continue to let this be my “thing,” but in all honesty–the man who wrote this needs help.
Serious, serious help.
“Are you kidding? We haven’t worked a full day in the last five years. Unless you count the time we boarded a ship in a dream to steal some pens. That was hard work.”
I’ve got a feeling that’s a question Batiuk gets asked a lot. And one he hasn’t honestly been able to answer “yes” to for at least five years.
This is what happens when you think you can live without the valuable person whose job it is to yell “HORSESHIT!!!” when you come up with a bad idea.
Chester could have used one of those guys and the person’s absence will bankrupt him.
“Are you sure he’s actually working?”
“Nah! He’s just picking his nose and goofing off.”
This is just ridiculous. They haven’t got any furniture in the building. There’s been no showing that they have given any thought to developing characters for the new line of comics. Instead of a coherent story arc, we’re getting a series of unfunny “gag a day” strips.
There’s a lot to loathe about this comic, but I can’t get over the stupidity of Chester pointing at Mopey, and Darin smugly holding his hand up as if presenting the whole tableau for special viewing. Pair of histrionic dipshits.
Maybe tomorrow we will get lucky and see Bull on the football field.
After this, a 40-Year-Old Virgin story arc featuring Pete trying to seduce Crankshaft’s granddaughter sounds almost appealing.
“C’mon boys! Let’s make KOMIX!!”
“I need those pens I like.”
“I wanna walk on my treadmill and play with dollies.”
“MMMM…. RRRRRRR…. BEEEP! I AM HOLTRON! BEEEEP! I ALSO FUNCTION AS A COPY MACHINE! WRRRRRRRRR BEEP! MY MEMORY BANKS CONTAIN EVERY BATOM COMIC BOOK EVER PRODUCED. BEEP! DATA SEARCH INDICATES MANY BATOM COMICS WERE NEVER PRINTED AND SOLD. WHIRRRRRR…. BEEP! WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PRINT THEM WITH ATOMIKX KOMMIKXS LOGO? MMMMMMMBEEP!”
“Boys, you’re fired.”
I’d like to see that baggy-eyed mope trip, fall, and be shot backwards out the window and down 65 stories to his death.
Loverboy reference? Top shelf!