Greetings, folks, BChasm back in the control room. Many thanks to Comic Book Harriet for excellent guest hosting the last two weeks. Well done.
As for today’s strip, yeah, I do feel lucky. The last few hosts have had to feast on stupid comic book schemes, Les’ eternal book tour or Pete’s love life; today I get one of the few characters in this strip that I don’t want to strangle, Funky himself. (Though with Funky’s life outlook, he’d probably beg me to.)
Don’t misunderstand me, he’s not a good character, but compared to the rest of the cast he’s a positive breath of fresh Spring air. His main drawback is his insistence on viewing everything in the most negative light possible, which gets very tiresome, but at least he’s not coasting on a giant cloud of (unearned) smugness, convinced of the magnificence of his (nonexistent) talent.
Anyway, what do we have today? Holly wants to micromanage the Cory/Rocky wedding, and Cory refuses to comply. Myself, I thought they were already married but, considering that unless the subject is comic books or Les Moore, Tom Batiuk cannot be bothered, I’ll assume they aren’t.
I don’t seem to have much to say here. I guess I’m just too relieved that we’re spared more comic books and/or Les.