Your Nominees for the 2025 Crankshaft Awards:
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Outstanding Performance by a Talking Building
Unenthusiastic Bedside Manor
Acquiescing Village Booksmith
Investigative Montoni’s
Reminiscing Dale Evans
Public Address Princess Auto Stadium
Depressed Bus Barn
Revelatory Apartment
Home Shopping Home
Sympathetic St. Spires
Dangerous Dan Award for Best Tracing
Black and White Warbler
Captain Ez Confectionary
Greyhound
House Under Construction
Howard Johnson’s
Jason Miller
Mayflower II
Napoleons
Scaffolding
Pickleball
Table Tennis
Twistee Treat
Winnipeg Skyline
Mike O’Shea
Honorary Les Moore Backpfeifengesicht Award for Most Slappable Batton Thomas
Homeless Batton
Unironic Batton
‘Hardworking’ Batton
Rose-Tinted Nostalgia Batton
Unbearably White Batton
Neurodivergent Batton
Part-Time Imposter Batton
Unapologetic Batton
Most Pointless Strip of 2025
That Isn’t Even a Real Place
And Who is She?
And This. Definitely Needed. Three Panels.
Mindless Binging
Hopping Times at the HoJo.
Invasive Weeds
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Grounds for Termination
Panel of the Year
Blind Charge
Memory Lane
Batman Burns Batton
Lifelong Work Ethic
Driving Gear
I’m Your Huckleberry
Pillow Talk
Soap On A Dope
The Best Crankshaft Strip of 2025
Suave for Men
May the Fourth Mayflower Be With You
Chiropractic Cosmic Irony
Going Nutmeg
Famous Last Words
Don’t We All
Acer Insomniatias
Who Counsels the Counselor?
The Worst Crankshaft Strip of 2025
Nostalgia Blinders
Dinkle’s Wet Dream
A Fitting Memorial
Check Please!
No Politics
That’s Not Humor
Linus’ Blankie
Trigger Happy
Son of Stuck Funky 
Shouldn’t there be one for “Most Brazen Ass-pull”?
Isn’t that every strip?
(For real tho, I am always open for nominees and categories for next years awards)
I notice that every single Batton face in “Honorary Les Moore Backpfeifengesicht Award for Most Slappable Batton Thomas” is the same. And that’s not even all of them.
Oh, to the untrained eye they are the same. But the trained eye looks past the surface to view the myriad subtle indications of the Batton Thomas beneath, the presence that exists on a plane beyond that which is visible to mere ocular appendages, and then uses those mysterious senses without name to “see” the character in dimensions that are represented in ways that transcend ordinary, mundane visual representation….
…. and discovers that he’s a smug, punchable jerk in those dimensions too.