Leaving meaningless oil paintings behind in the dilapidated shacks that they deserve to be housed in, today’s strip brings us back to art’s purest and most meaningful form and in its most hallowed of temples…
Well no wonder DSH couldn’t cover his rent back in 2010, he hates the actual function of his business. That 2010 story seems especially relevant to this one, as Funky covered DSH’s rent (and some of his own expenses) by doing exactly what DSH had apparently been failing to do, sell comic books. Now we know that he can hardly bear to part with the things that his business is supposed to part with.
I do not recall this “McKenzie Collection” but I assume it has something to do with Crankshaft’s elderly neighbor. I’d try to track down more info but I’m researched out right now, sorry.
Thanks for sticking with us through the last month, which included a couple of the most asinine and one of the funkiest strangest weeks in recent Funky memory. Sosf David O will be your driver starting next week, and should do a better job steering around the potholes than I did… and there WILL be p(l)otholes.
Today’s strip has words, which is interesting until you read them.
Grandpa Google tells me that Funky’s thoughts today are not quoted from someone notable (shocker!), or from a dollar store rip-off of the Book of Lamentations, but I’m pretty sure I read them on someone’s LiveJournal page 15 years ago. It was probably TB’s page.
I guess/hope Funky has satisfied his curiosity about this ramshackle house. I know mine was satisfied before I’d finished reading the third panel on Monday.
In today’s strip, Funky finds a still life. Something seems strangely familiar about it…
Maybe I’m confusing Funky with Donna. Oh well, I’ve got no better ideas for what that is supposed to be on the horizon and pretty much nothing else I can say about this strip.
After verifying with the city that the old house on the hill is structurally sound, Funky makes his way inside in today’s strip. One can only imagine what he is thinking. “When was my last tetanus shot?” is my guess.
A comic strip title character wandering alone through an abandoned house… am I reading Funky Winkerbean or that one week of Garfield in 1989 that Jim Davis assuredly wrote after watching a Twilight Zone marathon and telling himself “I could do that!” This set a dangerous precedent for comic strip artists, one that TB himself would employ after catching Love Story on cable back in the mid-90s.
Find six differences between the panels in today’s strip.
Go see today’s strip
Unless you do not want to
You won’t miss a thing
Day two of this arc
Funky is so out of shape
This is in real time
Be careful Funky
That hillside is full of stones
That can trip you up
And finds himself getting shot
Same fate for Funky?
Funky’s four-door car
Back down to two doors just like
If this turns into
A big rip-off of The Shack…
We have still seen worse
Well, now that all that is thankfully over, today’s strip shifts gears (booooooooo!) to Funky, who is testing out his recently-renewed driver’s license while listening to Lesley Gore.
And that’s it. That’s all there is to it…
TB actually spoiled this week’s story (such as it is) on his blog a few weeks back. In fact, if you haven’t read that blog post, this strip has no context at all. It might even have negative amounts of context.
This does actually remind me of something I enjoy, though- The scene in Hoosiers when Coach Dale drives up to visit Shooter Flatch’s shabby house on a wooded hill. If tomorrow’s strip shows Dennis Hopper firing a shotgun over Funky’s head, that would redeem a few things.