Impending climactic doom, neglected old gravesites hiding the bones of dead friends…Happy Holidays from your friends at Funky Winkerbean and King Features! Man, this Melinda sure is a barrel of laughs. You already know how I feel (and vice versa) regarding Author Guy’s reliance on adorable old coot humor so I won’t go into that again, but they’ve been popping up like mushrooms in the strip for the last few years. Cliff, Vera, Phil Holt, New And Improved Morty, his pals at the home and now Melinda. The average age of the characters in FW must be up around seventy or eighty by now. Even if it were funny (and it isn’t) it’d still be weird, especially when you realize he already has another comic strip that’s jam-packed with zany and depressing old coots. Which is already one too many.
BWAWHAWHAWHAW! It’s funny because Melinda’s moribund!
If this strip really goes heavy on the “I’m old and my friends are dead” line of “humor” then what the hell is the point of Crankshaft anymore?
Twice as many chances to win an award from AARP, I guess!
Teasing Ohioans with the concept of “sunny days”? Melinda is mean.
Speaking of this dreadful strip and burials, Tom Batiuk’s tombstone should have the following epigraph engraved: “He never understood the difference between pathos and bathos.”
I can imagine Homer Simpson asking Marge why she likes this strip when all it is to him is a reminder of the inevitability of Death. It’s like that song a Desi cabdriver sang in Life In Hell called “You Will DIE” in which it’s stated that it doesn’t matter if you’re rich, strong or beautiful because you will DIE!
So is the coming year’s “sensitive treatment of important social and educational issues” going to be chronic depression among the elderly?
Peak Winkerbean.
“I want to live in a place that has constant shitty weather, because it feels that much better when the sun comes out!. I also like hitting myself repeatedly over the head with a heavy rubber mallet because it feels good when I stop. And I’m REALLY looking forward to catching the cancer, because it will feel great when I’m dead!”
“I’ll bet Lisa would have liked that.”
*smirk*
Northeast Ohio. Where you stash all of the bodies.