Belated.

Happy Birthday, Tom Batiuk!

I hope you’re not reading this, but if you are, please accept my sincere wish that you had a lovely day! Hoping this year is full of happiness and health for you and your family!

Sincerely,

Comic Book Harriet

“Ah, well…enough of this.”

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.

This strip is almost six years old. WHERE IS TIME GOING?

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!

In a Pickle Ball.

Score one tiny point for comedy I guess. As old folks playing for a box of Boost got a real chuckle out of me. My Aunt used to push that stuff on my Grandma like it was the magic elixir of youth. And we’re still using old Boost boxes to store knick knacks.

But I don’t know if Ol’ Cranky had ever played pickleball back in the Ayers era. So where are these dynamic panels from yesterday’s strip coming from?

To Google!

‘Pickleball Stock Photo ‘

LOL

The Crankshaft Awards! Day 6!

Despite today’s original strip having what a dedicated mortician of humor could classify as a recognizable joke, I can almost guarantee it won’t make next year’s shortlist for today’s award.

It would take either a superhuman feat of hilarity, or the sudden and violent death of a hated character, for any strip set in Komix Korner get a nomination for Best Strip.

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