I had just gotten in from checking the fall calving cows on Tuesday night (two widdle mini-moos so far!). I was squeaky clean from a shower, in my most hideous comfy clothes, sitting with my laptop, and all ready to pull out one of my stored up Classic Funky Winkerbean topics and snark together a little snack sized post. A bit of vintage sunshine to give us a reprieve from the endless ouroboros author avatar tumblebutt of Batton then Jeff then Batton we’ve been subjected to lately.
Turns out, a little of Panel A, a lot of Panel B (minus girls of course.)
Oh heavens, we’re in for a miserable week in Crankshaft aren’t we? Skip going to Komix Korner and asking DSH where to find Batton? That’s like Jar Jar Binks asking Neelix where to find Scrappy Doo.
Sunday by contrast was at least a real joke at its naissance, but crippled with clumsy execution.
Remember the SOSF April Fools Day joke from this year? Where I pasted up a bunch of fake strips insinuating that Les Moore had done a hit and run on a pedestrian outside Westview High? Remember how a part of that joke was that the plotline was later referenced in the famous ‘Skunky Funkybuns’ stand up sketch?
Well…
In the words of the eternally funny Tim Negoda (Dan Ronan):
“I wanted to take on bigger issues and make the strip more real, honest, and gritty. So, I decided to take a big risk. I published a weeklong series of strips about Skunky and the Gang dealing with their school becoming racially integrated. This was quite controversial, because, at the time, schools had already been racially integrated for a while, and I did not realize that. The story line was a big slap in the face for the African American community, but it was a big step forward for me as an artist. “
I was flipping through my Volume 2 of The Complete Funky Winkerbean, and what should I find in August of 1977?
Not at all true my dear BeckoningChasm. Having complete volumes of Funky Winkerbean to flip through has been great. For me, and probably only me, they’ve been worth every penny.
Because flipping through, I stumble across important plot details that have fallen out of the collective memory of Funky Snarkers.
For example, this little two week arc from December 1988.
Picked me up some vintage Funky Winkerbean merch not that long ago.
Even though this shirt is only going to fit me after a crash diet or a long bout of dysentery.
I love finding this old stuff, especially Batiukiverse wearables from past decades. And, lets be real, if anyone is going to spend real world dollars developing a weirdo shrine to something they love to hate, it’s gonna be me. Maybe in another decade I’ll have an entire room dedicated to Jar Jar Binks.
This shirt has a copyright from News America Syndicate 1985. King Features Syndicate bought News America in 1986, so that date tracks.
But it means that The Eliminator merch was produced in 1985, the same year that The Eliminator character would drop off the strip almost entirely. On Sunday May 12, 1985 we got the Mother’s Day strip I showed in my last post. And then we wouldn’t see Little Limmie typing away at her computer until February 23, 1987. That’s right. Nearly two years between appearances.
(CBH has actually seen Shatner at a convention. He nearly fell over trying to catch confetti falling from the rafters.)Ah the good old days, of sentient computers, reused lineart, and fourth wall breaking meta humor; the real cancer victims. (FYI, Star Trek Convention Arcs featuring Slim Whitman and E.E.T. were real things that happened.)“Then he huffs some magic flowers, tries to run away to a drugged out hippie paradise, and has a fist fight with his boss.” “Yeah, still sounds about right.”Obviously ‘Friday’s Child’, someone kick this poseur out.
Act I would go on for another five years, but The Eliminator would never been seen again. Except for one little cameo in 1992, on the yearbook pages that heralded the first time skip.
The Eliminator’s Act II and III emphasis seems outsized, when I think of so many prominent Act I characters that have been well and truly memory holed, characters like Rita Wrighton, Bodean, Neal, Ginny Wolfe, even compared to characters who only got a shadow of a mention in following eras, like Barry Balderman, Junebug and Derek, Carrie, or Tracey. Many of these had dozens more strips than little Limmie. Why has she gotten to retell her story half a dozen times?
Thumbing through Act I, it’s obvious that Batiuk just followed his fancy for the most part. He’d come up with a gimmick for a character, but the longevity of said character had more to do with their ability to be incorporated easily into multiple types of jokes. Batiuk didn’t push himself with the Eliminator, didn’t think of fun ways she could interact with Les, or Cindy, or Barry or anyone else other than Crazy Harry, who already fit her niche of geeky weirdo outsider.
It’s like if Snoopy was ONLY the Red Baron, and could only EVER be shown flying an imaginary plane atop a doghouse.
The Eliminator is kinda like Boba Fett I guess. Showed up for five seconds in the originals, did almost nothing, but was instantly iconic just because of a helmet. So now we’re forced to explore their retconned past and puffy, gross, boring future for decades and decades after.
Son of Stuck Funky 