I’ll confess, this week I have felt really baffled by this strip, pretty much left without much to say. But today’s thing is the cherry on top. Bull’s reaction that he had a “tell” shows him much more alarmed than the knowledge that his deterioration is right on track. Remember: his football career (and thus the period where his “tell” would be an issue) is at least thirty years gone, but his death is right around the corner. I figured the wry smirks he’s been handing out would be much more appropriate here, but what do I know? Not a whole lot, it turns out!
I’m really hoping today’s episode closes this, um, “story.” For a strip which seems to pride itself on being inexplicable, dull and uninvolving, this week has reached a nadir (or perhaps a summit) in each field. It’s like watching toast get cold. Yep, that toast is not even warm anymore. Close to room temperature, I think. No one wants to eat it now.
I think that should be the Funky Winkerbean slogan: “No one wants to eat it now.”