Many thanks to Y. Knott for pointing out that Batiuk decided this weekend that staring at snow buried patio furniture was worth a blog post. Not that it wasn’t. If GRRM can spent 700 words talking about all the writing he’s not doing, it’s only fair that Batty can give us five terse sentences teasing that next year we’ll get a horrific copy pasted wedding to snark over.
Though I’d love for Rocky and Andy to finally confess to each other. Or, since we now know menopause doesn’t exist in the Funkyverse, maybe Mary Marzipan can con Cranky into a shotgun wedding. But I agree with csroberto that it’s likely going to be Mopey and Minty. Getting married a mere six to seven years since their first August 2019 proposal.

BillyTheSkink hopes for a return of Mooch Meyers. And I do to. After all, in a roundabout way he’s the one who introduced them. Who would have thunk that Mooch and Mindy’s brief fling in 2006-07 would have that kind of ripple effect.



So, when Pete and Mindy hooked back up again in August 2017, he wasn’t just dating the cousin of his best friend’s wife. But an old Montoni’s waitress. A much more significant connective. Stronger than blood are the ties of mozzarella.


In cow news, first baby of spring has arrived!

“Writing” in his “studio”. Funniest thing he’s said in years.
It’s just like the bullpen, isn’t it? Batiuk loves to talk about his writing studio and his writing desk and his writing processes and his writing challenges and writer writer writer look at me I’m a writer. His ego is built on making the world recognize his writer-ness. But he doesn’t have the tiniest shred of interest in actually writing.
Same thing with comic books. He doesn’t even *want* to make comic books. He wants to sit in a comic book studio, hang out with Stan Lee, have elementary-school arguments, get paid gobs of money, and sign autographs for his adoring fans.
When I was a kid, there was a small deli/convenience store in my neighborhood, and the guy who owned and operated it liked to refer to himself as an “artist”. He had his own little studio, with the easels and the drop-cloths and etc., and he proudly displayed his finished works in the store, and loved it whenever anyone mentioned them. They even did a story about him in our local newspaper once.
The rub, though, was that his paintings were all “paint-by-numbers” kits. He’d buy a Mona Lisa kit, dutifully and neatly fill in all the numbered spots with the proper colors, then proudly display it as if he’d actually painted something. And whenever I ponder Batiuk’s “writing”, or I read about his “writing studio”, I think about that guy. BatNard couldn’t write his way out of a soggy brown paper lunch bag, but he carries it like he’s penning “Beowulf” or something in there. He claims to be a “writer”, and yes, he technically does write things in that studio, but we all know he’s no writer.
Incidentally, we used to goof on that deli guy almost as much as I goof on BatYarn now. We’d go in there and accuse him of stealing his masterpieces from museums, and he’d chase us away. He never sent us any cease & desist warnings, though.
Great analogy. It’s normal for people to be a little unrealistic about their own talent level. But Batiuk’s self-assessment is so contrary to reality that it’s literally a delusion. Has anyone ever tried to talk to this man, or have they all just given up by now?
What is that “cafeteria snack machine” Chien is referring to? Is that anything like a “vendo”? Why does Batiuk make up these ridiculous names for common items?
The wedding will be Chien and Kevin, and I think you all know it.
Today’s Banal Crankshaft
GRANDMA JOHNSON HAS RETURNED
“Oh, ya doesn’t hasta call her Johnson! Her name is Raymonda Joan Johnson, Jr. Now, you can call her Ray, or or you can call her J, or you can call her her Joannie, or you can call her Junie, or you can call her Junior; or you can call her Ray J, or you can call her RJ, or you can call her RJJ, or you can call her RJJ Jr. . . but you doesn’t hasta call her Johnson!”
Happy 78th birthday, Tom Batiuk! (today’s his birthday)
shit i forgot his birthday is tomorrow, not today
Timemop!
The erasure of Mindy’s history with Mooch when TB set Pete up with her is probably the continuity error/missed opportunity in Act III that irritated me the most. It’s such an easy detail to include and it changes nothing about the trajectory of the story.
I want to see Mooch return because he was one of TB’s most entertaining Act II creations. If the Batiukverse was reality, I would hope Mooch is off somewhere far away from Westview living a life worth living well, having all but forgotten about these losers he went to high school with.
Probably another case of Batiuk inadvertently creating an interesting story, and then avoiding it because he doesn’t have a single clue how to write it. Even though “girl moves on, ex-boy still wants her” is a very common situation in life and in fiction. Then again, after that Becky/John/Wally ugliness, I’m glad he doesn’t try anymore.
ComicBookHarriet,
I salute the first baby of Spring!
Does that put Snowball about 6 months old?
Your pictures reminds me of a YouTube series my wife watches. They originate in Oklahoma and while a multi-critter farm, they tend to specialize in Longhorn cattle. Mrs. SP said, “That should please you.” I answered, “I have absolutely no connections with Longhorns. Do I? It is a mystery.
So, will the Mopey-Mindy nuptials feature the happy couple still dressed as the incestuous Ultimate Maximoff siblings?
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One out of three posted, and then as a link rather than an image.
Let me try again.
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I should be saying something about Tom’s fetish (and that’s what it is!) of having hot blondes throw themselves at blandly hideous “nice guy” nerds, but I’ll put this about 3/14’s CS here before GC removes it:
“Um, you actually going to drink that cup, with one of Andre the Giant’s pubes sticking out?”
Today’s Incredibly Fucking Banal Crankshaft
(falls asleep)
In other news: Happy 78th Birthday, Tom Batiuk!
I can actually relate to Batty’s blog post. While I am more than ready for spring, I do enjoy the calm serenity of winter. I sit in my chair looking out at the woods behind my house where colorful birds visit my many feeders. I sit under a nice warm blanket and read and sip my coffee, with nowhere to go. It is a small slice of heaven.
Today’s Crankshaft
It’s the (hopefully) last day of the bus driver situation storyline in Crankshaft
it was just so painfully dull (which is Crankshaft nowadays)
I gotta admit i’m really impressed with that 2006-7 look. It must have been just before coloring the dailies became a thing as the shading technique is really effective, and does a lot with just black and white line art.
That “Chien stepping out of car” panel: it has nice tones, a light source, foreground/middleground/background, details everywhere! *chef’s kiss*