Author: ComicBookHarriet

SO SUE ME I DIDN’T HATE PAM AND JEFF DATE NIGHT WEEK. The jokes weren’t funny, but I’m a sucker for old marrieds expressing continued affection.

Thank you guys all for the initial feedback on Chien. Was interesting to see how many of you had generally positive feelings on her.

Because in her first month of appearing I absolutely can’t stand her.

First impressions mean a lot. It makes me wonder if we would view Chien differently if we had been running a snark-a-day blog back in 1998 and had time to fully analyze this behavior one strip at a time for an entire week. Did blogs exist back then? Would we be snarking on a Usenet forum? Would we be snarking via a mailed circulars?

The week starts by reminding us that Bull Bushka was once a violent bully and can never escape his sins against Les Moore, no matter how many selfless and kind acts he commits.

And what kind of unreasonable, and probably comically mentally backward demands is Bull going to make on Les?

OH FOR PETE’S SAKE!!! (warning:rant incoming)

No, Les, you insufferable sanctimonious TOAD, leaving a small group of cliquey misanthropic teens with no guidance on how a yearbook is normally put together to document whatever their underdeveloped brains dream up will not teach them ANYTHING. Because you, the teacher running the endeavor, are not TEACHING. You’re just being a lazy smug asshat and pretending it’s enlightenment.

See! See! These two artsy fartsy nerds were going to leave an entire group including dozens of students and their hard work out what is supposed to be the entire student body’s yearbook. And you had NO IDEA.

Yes, they learn they can get away with pasting in lazy copied artwork that they found somewhere rather than being forced to generate new and relevant images!

And notice Chien’s absolute disdain for football and all the football players? She was going to leave out the team because she personally doesn’t like the activity, and thinks it’s stupid and backward. No wonder the football meatheads bully her and wouldn’t have bought a yearbook from her.

Oh, that stupid Neanderthal. Wanting the students and managers on his team to have their pictures and names preserved in the yearbook.

And then Ally, Chien, and Les trap Bull in the cruelest and most infuriating bit of stonewalling I have seen outside of online customer service. Ally tells Bull that any complaints Bull has about the way they’re putting the yearbook together need to be brought to Les. And Les says he’s letting these two put in, or leave out, anything they want.

And then they mock Bull for taking his complaint up the chain of command to make sure his team is represented. How immature!

First of all, I don’t think I need to point out that if the shoe was on the other foot, if a bunch of snobby cheerleader girls were leaving out the chess club, it would be presented as the behavior of cruel, self-absorbed, bullies.

One of the questions I posed last post was, is Chien morally/intellectually/philosophically justified in the author’s eyes?

Some of Chien’s artistic socialbabble in these strips is obviously meant to be silly. But she is never called out on her toxic views toward an entire student group. If she was, then it would be clear that the views of the salty goth do not represent the views of the author, and this bit of characterization would be fine, and the jokes could land.

This sort of mean spirited jocks vs nerds vs preps vs grunge types was a mainstay of early Funky Winkerbean. But early Funky Winkerbean was written as a sardonic gag-a-day strip where every character had a free pass to be awful for the funny.

By 1998 this strip had more than a decade of preachy after-school special storylines. It had made moralizing part of the brand. So if Batiuk didn’t want us to think Chien’s views were acceptable, he needed to call her out.

Worst of all, Les is not being a teacher but is getting applauded for it. Not only is he not providing guidance and guidelines, he is letting so many teachable moments pass him by. Chien makes a cruel generalization and uses it to justify disdaining an entire group of students, and Les lets it slide.

And it’s not like the football team is the pride and joy of Westview. They’re not the club in the position of power and influence crowding out all the other activities. Chien isn’t punching up, she’s punching sideways. Or even down. The football team usually sucks.

And it’s the band that rules the school.

But what do you guys think? Am I being too hard on Chien here?

Okay. I lied.

Well, I didn’t really lie. I did as thorough a deep dive on Bulk as I could without subjecting his chinstrap beard to a spectrographic analysis or taking a DNA sample from his number 90 jersey.

But the entire time, it was Heather ‘Chien’ Parks I was planning to put under the microscope.

Chien has been oft requested as a subject of further scrutiny. And it’s easy to see why. In a fictional world almost completely filled with sequential photocopied, reused stereotypes of unattainable blonds, comic obsessed geeks, sweet girl-next-door types, and dumb jocks, she seems unique. On the surface at least, unlike any Funky Winkerbean character we had seen before or since.

And, crucially in a fictional world where every initially unique character gradually devolves through inexorable Batiukian forces of Blandness Entropy to a crushing uniformity of personality, Chien resists becoming just like everyone else for nearly a decade.

Most of her Act II arcs have already been posted in the comments section with SOSF brand snarky captions by our junior Batiukstorian, csroberto2854. But I wanted to take things a step further. Reviewing her tenure in the strip with a few questions in mind.

1.) Is Chien truly unique in personality?

Some Funkyverse females may not be ‘bland blond’ in character model, but a simple dye job would render them identical to the crowd. Cayla, Becky, and Rachel for instance. Does Chien ever degrade to this point?

2.) Where does Chien come from?

What media out in 1996-1997 made Batiuk decide he wanted a pretentious goth in his next high school class?

3.) Is Chien morally/intellectually/philosophically justified in the author’s eyes?

When Chien speaks, are we supposed to take her words as a mouthpiece of Batiuk, or has he intentionally written her as a character with a flawed viewpoint?

4.) What can Chien’s portrayal tell us about how Batiuk views and writes the internal lives of women?

For example, here is Chien’s first proper ‘arc’ following her classroom introduction.

So the very first thing we hear from Chien is angst about her own lack of attractiveness and low social standing in comparison to perfect preppy Jessica Darling.

So I just put on some black eyeliner, black lipstick and red eyeshadow and white foundation. Then I came. We all went outside the Great Hal and looked in from a widow. A fucking prep called Britney from Griffindoor was standing next to us. She was wearing a pink mini and a Hilary Duff t-shirt so we put up our middle fingers at her. Inside the Great Hall we could see Dumbledork. Cornelia Fudged was there shouting at Dumbledore. 

‘My Immortal’ by Tara Gilesbie

On the one hand, the ‘unattainable hot girl draws the interest of a pack of dudes’ is a trope Batiuk has drawn from again and again and again, as well as showing women being jealous of the benefits other prettier women get. On the other hand, he also shows men as being desperate losers at the bottom of the ladder comparing themselves to other guys.

The only consistency is that a girl or woman is the focus of unattainability.

The ‘most popular’ recurring male character almost never appears in Funky lore. Matt Miller was a bait and switch because you learn he’s an abusive loser and he’s put into his place within months of being introduced. Maybe, very very late in the game, you could put Masone Jarre up there.

In the meantime the Most Popular Girl in School is like the office of the President: a role that must always be filled, at least nominally, by someone.

Mary Sue Sweetwater, Cindy Summers, Sadie Summers, Jessica Darling, Rana Howard, Mallory Brooks, Maris Rogers. Those last two were barely characters at all, but still…there.

Unlike Jessica filling Sadie’s space of Popular Girl, and Pete and Darin filling Wally and Monroe’s as Those Two Guys, there isn’t an exact Chien and Ally shaped empty space recently vacated in 1998. Becky was a bland, sweet, girl-next-door, overachiever. Susan Smith was a cripplingly shy wall-flower who had no friends until she struck up an unlikely camaraderie with Sadie.

If anything these two seem set up to be girl versions of Those Two Guys. And if that was Batiuk’s intention, it was a noble attempt that failed. Mostly due to Ally having the personality of a sour hearted, elderly woman complaining about the new formula of her cat’s food on a one star Amazon review.

But what do you guys think of Chien (And Ally’s) introduction to the Funkyverse?

It’s been a good long while since I’ve embarked on a character dive. Ever since Skunk Head John completely burned me out on comics, comic books, and various and sundry nerdery more than a year ago, I’ve been taking my cues from Crankshaft or the Batty Blog for what to talk about any given post.

But I feel like I’m really hankering for a single subject to sink my teeth into. So a few days ago I posted this little teaser. A strip that ran on September 2, 1998 and served as our role call introduction to what would be (sans one) the graduating class of 2007.

And so, I’m proud to introduce our next deep dive on the pivotal and unique Act II character.

Bulk Dombrowski

Sporting a shaved head, chinstrap neckbeard, and blank expression, Bulk would first appear on August 27, 1998.

Bulk is from a long and storied lineage of giant, often meat-headed, Scapegoat football players with dumb nicknames.

Following in the Neanderthal-like fossilized footsteps of Act I’s Jerome ‘Bull’ Bushka, in Act II and Act III a succession of faint copies would be created from his original stereotype.

In the Wally, Monroe, Becky, Sadie, Mickey and Susan class a threatening and stupid ‘Morton’ filled the Bull bully role. With no less than three dumb names attached to the surname.

Were these supposed to be siblings? Did Batiuk just forget what stupid nickname he’d given him? I don’t know.

Marblehead seems to have been settled on, and his distinctive pointy headed, high top, look allows him to be identified through the rest of the Class of ’98’s tenure.

With the graduation of Marblehead Morton, the Meathead mantle passed to Bulk Dombroski. And what a glorious career at Westview he had!

Like that time in October 1998 when Bulk wouldn’t let Matt Miller copy his homework. Probably because Bulk could tell that Matt was actually a 35-year-old Mormon missionary pretending to be a high school student.

Then, there was that time in January 1999 when he was used as visual contrast with Mooch Meyers.

He was a prominent figure in the September 1999 arc wherein Chien and Ally blow the lid off of the hypocritical new school dress code.

He showed up a month later at the homecoming bonfire during the arson mystery. Perhaps he was a suspect!? (no)

That November, Bulk, Matt, and the rest of the Scapegoats had to suffer though Les Moore coaching the team to a conference championship because Batiuk hates Bull Bushka and will never give him anything nice ever even though Bull is the greatest character in the entire strip and I will fight anyone on this and I need to stop ranting now so bleh

Bulk also had to suffer in January 2000 as Les Moore, went on a vain power trip masquerading as ‘teaching’.

And then…well…Batiuk just forgot for a while. Just forgot about any kid at Westview who wasn’t Pete or Darin. Were these guys still around? Had they graduated while Pete ad Darin were held back? Month after month, Year after Year. Nothing.

Then, August 29, 2004.

But by October of 2004.

Then again, in November…if we ignore the dumb colorist giving Bulk a sudden tan, there he is, suffering again under Les Moore’s watchful eye.

In September of 2005, we are blessed with confirmation that the smirking shitstain, Matt Miller, has finally left this world. (This world being The Batiukiverse)

But what about our sweet hulking boi, Bulk? Is he safe? Is he alright? Batiuk decided to keep us in suspense for an entire YEAR.

September 2006. The very beginning of what we finally had confirmed to us as the Freshman Class of 1998’s Senior Year at Westview.

What would be Bulk’s exciting adventures in his last year at Westview?

Uh…

When Act II morphed to Act III, the high school generation of Summer Moore, Jinx Bushka, Maddie Klinghorn, and Cory Winkerbean also included another muscle mammoth with a dumb name. The next in the chain. ‘Big Mac’ Ronald.

Heralding a new generation, with new, more open minded, ideas, Big Mac truly broke the mold. For he dared to venture into the place no musclebound linebacker had ever strayed.

Komix Korner.

Deep dive over.

Or is it?

(Duh, Duhn, Daaaaaah)

What can you say about 15 years?

15 years ago, Elizabeth Taylor was still alive.

15 years ago, Fidel Castro was still alive.

15 years ago, A Dance with Dragons was a year from coming out.

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim was still in development.

The weekend after TFH put up his first post, Kick-Ass was in theatres.

A child born the day of TFH’s first post could be in high school, have a learner’s permit, acne, hair in funny places, a nose ring, a crippling addiction to TikTok and ennui.

A dog born the day of TFH’s first post is probably dead.

In 2025 we are further from the first post of Son of Stuck Funky, than the first post of Son of Stuck Funky was from the premiere of Titanic.

Snarkers, posters, commenters, comics, artists, characters…they have come and gone since 2010. But this place has remained.

Thank you to all those people that made this place what it was over the last decade and a half.

Thank you to all you wonderful people who make this place what it is now.

Most of all, thank you to TFHackett for starting this blog. Thank you to his partner in crime Epicus Doomus for orchestrating things behind the scenes for years.

And thank you Tom, for a lifetime of baffling and snarkable comic strips.

Stay Funky!

Coming up…

Thanks everyone, the fools who fell for it and the fools who didn’t, for playing along with Banana Jr’s and my April Fool’s gag this year. When I finished my draft of the fake newsletter, I read it first to my roommate and she was skeptical that I had gone too over the top. That is until I pulled up a random Match to the Flame post from Tom’s blog and read it aloud.

She agreed it was closeish enough to maybe fool people on first glance. Like a stunt double. And Banana Jr’s great narrative and staging provided the heart pounding action to hopefully keep readers from focusing too hard on the fact that The Rock in that short scene has a less pointy head that usual.

As Epicus put in in the comments a few days ago “No one else writes like BatHam writes, and I don’t think anyone could, no matter how hard they tried.”

The newsletter had a combination of made up and real facts. So I want a few solid clarifications before any of these made up facts in the post morph, through the power of Poe’s Law, into Batiuk trivia canon.

Batiuk HAS told us we’re getting a Blue Bombers and Wedding storyline in the future. We are assuming Pete and Mindy are finally getting married, but that HASN’T been officially confirmed.

Batiuk HAS NOT ever mentioned his son Brian getting or being married. That was all made up for the fake newsletter. Maybe Brian is single. Maybe Tom is keeping his son’s personal life completely private.

Batiuk HAS battled prostate cancer twice both in 2002-03 and 2011-12. It seems to have, thankfully, been caught early enough both times.

One thing Alexa Vortuba in the comments reminded me is that while I really DON’T want a sappy and preachy year long ‘Jeff’s Story’ pooly collaged together from old strips, stock photos, and clip art, prostate cancer is serious business.

Older gent commenters and lurkers reading this, please. I know it’s an uncomfortable meme, but make sure you get checked out. I watched Ryne Sandberg toss out the ceremonial first pitch for the Cubs today, and knowing it might be his last one, and knowing he’s about my Dad’s age, and knowing that my Dad is going to be stubbornly impossible to drag in for a test. It about brought me to tears.

On happier notes. We’ve got so many adorable widdle baby steak nuggets running around we really can’t keep track of them.