Not much to say with this one, except confirmation that Funky is indeed left-handed. I don’t know if that was established in the strip before…and what difference it would make if it were. After all, this is a strip that can’t even get one of its main characters’ last name right.
So, Funky’s got a texting app that lets him delete a text with one keystroke? No confirmation or anything? I’d actually like that. Admittedly I’m not a prolific texter but if I think better of sending something, I’ve got backspace over it until everything’s gone. There’s probably a more efficient way of doing it, but like Tom Batiuk, there are some things about which I really can’t be bothered to research. See also my lawn, and why you shouldn’t be on it.
And you’d think Funky would use a better epithet than “Shoot!” That sounds an awful lot like an invitation in Westview; only the fact that it would be interesting keeps it at a figurative level.
“Shoot!” John Darling said to Plantman.
“Blast it all!” Lisa said, arriving at the post office.
“We’re so screwed!” Pete and Darrin yelled as the police broke down the hotel room door.
“What in blue blazes!” Les yelled when he was trapped in an industrial blast furnace.