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Filed under Son of Stuck Funky
Three panels, eesh. Batiuk’s not even making a pretense of using the Sunday space appropriately anymore.
Bah. Dumb premise, executed dumbly. The joke doesn’t even make sense, as air conditioning and ice aren’t the same thing. Zambonis aren’t always automatically funny.
I actually did think that Zambonis were inherently funny, Charles Schulz used the word to great effect on several occaisions.
But then I read this strip.
Also, I refuse to believe that Westview has enough residents with sufficient income to join anything that could be called a “racket club”.
You know what I fucking hate when I’m exercising in the middle of goddamned Summer? Air conditioning. Now excuse me while I go don a hair shirt and sullenly read comic books.
FW is helping with MY exercise routine. Read a strip, shake my head back and forth, B&F, B&F, B&F…stretches and limbers the neck. Also, helps with bowel functions. Maybe I should send a Thank You card. You know, I just might.
“Q: How did Emile Zola deal with stress? A: He used to spend time soaking in the J’Accusi!”
On this side, we have Batiuk moaning that he’s coooold and nobody listens. On the other side, we have a heaping helping of his Mommy issues.
Wow. The “Evil Woman” theme was so dominant when he was working on these that it flowed into another detailed vignette in the Crankshaft Sunday strip and pushed Funky into also-ran status resulting in this unfunny, half-baked effort.
Couldn’t resist a Father’s Day Flashback to this date in 2012…Mort, before the nicotine therapy:
The horrors of Batnesia, a dreaded cognitive disorder causing Ohio cartoonists to forget what they’ve previously written. Wheelchair-bound, mushbrained Pa Bean has given way to Trombone Morty — in the studio when he’s not touring. Now computer savvy, Morty cooks up EBay shill bidding pranks while offering innuendo to the comely ladies at that sex palace known as Bedside Manor.
Let’s help defeat Batnesia in our time. Please be generous.
Maybe Mort’s recovery happened because he had less contact with Funky. I know I would feel a lot better.
He’s in a wheelchair too. God damn.
I just remember an enormous number of strips where Funky is being a complete dick by coming in and asking Mort if he knew who he was. The punchline invariably was about how Mort didn’t know.
These generally aren’t the sorts of things a person comes back from.
Today, Ellie and Annie can have their Sunday heart-to-heart while playing indoor tennis. Why not? Looks like a nasty day outside. Ellie looks very sporty in a smart headband. Annie is giving herself a self-affirming hug.
Well, here’s a great example of “too stupid to be funny.” Even in the funny papers, something has to make some sense on some level to be funny. Like maybe if they hit the ball, but it shatters because it’s so frozen. I don’t know. I’m not a “writer,” so don’t ask me. But the idea that the AC is turned up so high, you need a Zamboni to smooth out the ice on the court just does not, and can not, make sense.
The only thing that begins to amuse me about this is Flunky reminds me of those women who work in every office who are always FREEEEEEZING whenever the air conditioning is running. There’s an amusing video out there called “Women’s Winter” about office women bundling up in parkas during the summer because they can’t take the air conditioning. Guess the Flunk “man” has the same problem.
Yes! Hilarious but true.
I can’t think of anything to say. Apparently, neither could Batiuk.
Zamboni is a registered trademark! Zamboni should sue Todd Bottock!
so they are playing tennis *indoors* in June?!