I’M BACK, MY NITTERS!
And I’m, once again, asking for you to remember that VOTING FOR THE 2022 FUNKY AWARDS ENDS THIS WEEK. January 21.
That’s right my beautiful beady-eyed picker-pals! CBH has returned from her baby-dunking trip to the south, and is all puffed up on her new godmotherly authority! It was a very nice playing with the sister-spawn and various in-laws, and getting fed plenty of deliciously greasy southern hospitality. The only tiny rain cloud tacked to the silver lining is that I missed some great discussions. Beckoning went on an epic alcohol fueled Frankie beat down. Sorial got everyone dissecting time skips. Then Eldon of Galt popped out of lurker mode to talk about Re-Boot. And I MISSED IT. I can’t believe I missed talking about Re-Boot.
I had some great discussions in the car with my mom and little sister though. We we talking about how 2022 was a year of transitions. New additions to the family. I moved from my first apartment into my grandma’s old house. I had to finally give up on my trusty Samsung Freeform S390 when they shutdown the 3G Network.
And I mentioned that Funky Winkerbean ended. So we talked about that for a bit. When I said that Crankshaft would be continuing, my mom talked about how much she was enjoying that lately, and described…in detail…the recent strip where Cranky hides Bean’s End under his mattress, and the strip where he uses a snow shovel to remove the holiday glitter from his bus. She’s reading it. She’s enjoying it. She’s the target audience. Remember that, folks.
I proceeded to give a brief rundown of how Funky Winkerbean had ended. I started with the grown up daughter of the woman who died of breast cancer coming home, saying she was going to write a book. I explained how she ended up talking with a time travelling janitor about how her book would lead to utopia, before she woke up wondering if it was all a dream. Then I told her that the last week jumped forward 60 some years to the girl’s granddaughter and daughter going to a bookstore, and ending on a closeup of the cancer book that the great-grandfather had written.
Mom looked at me with a wry smile, halfway between affection and annoyance, and said, “You were just going to tell us all that no matter what, weren’t you? And we couldn’t even jump out of the car or anything.”
“Yup.” I said. “I had you trapped.”
Trapped in a conversation she couldn’t get out of.
Kinda like poor Darin’s second meeting with his Bio-Dad.
DID YOU KNOW? Anything and everything combining Nazis, vampires, zombies and werewolves must be artistically bankrupt trash.
Also, DID YOU KNOW?
Lenny was race-swapped during this storyline. He was initially released as an indeterminate brown, but the week following this introduction, he appeared white, and his first week was recolored.
Weird that they decided to lessen the diversity in this Cracker Barrel of a strip. I’m going to guess that Batiuk and Ayers original conception of the character was white, and so they wrote angry letters to the colorist demanding a correction. Why they never go back and bother to correct all the times Rachel or Maddie are blonde on Sundays, I don’t know.
The giant side-view taking up one third of a panel is something Batiuk and Ayers have done plenty of times, with Dinkle being a favorite subject. But they spammed it big-time in this week.
This a turning point of the arc. For the first month the suspense was hinged on the question, ‘What does Frankie want?’ And the conflict was between Jess and Darin over their differing expectations of reuniting with an estranged father. The conflict between Jess and Darin has been resolved.
And now that it’s been revealed what Frankie wants, the question is, ‘How will Frankie be stopped?’ The conflict is between the duo of Frankie and Lenny versus Darin plus whatever allies from Westview Darin wants to call on.
The war is a battle for who is allowed to profit off of Lisa’s memory.
So tune in tomorrow as the Fellowship joins together for The Council of Les Moore.
And don’t forget to GET OUT THE VOTE!