Author: TFHackett

Kevin, Wee Hardly Knew Ye

Nobody has the words to make sense of what happened in Connecticut Friday, except to say God bless those left behind, and open up Your arms to receive those innocents. Hug your kids, your parents, or anyone who needs it. Spare a thought for those whose lives are never going to be the same. Here’s my stupid fucking little blog post.

“Since Kevin left“? Batiuk has done it again: the least interesting characters get weeks-long story arcs about nothing, while the more intriguing, lesser-explored characters are either written out or inexplicably vanish. Anyway, John, even when Kevin was working there, you were “short handed”! (Oops, better refrain from midget little people jokes, lest I be summoned to issue a lengthy, rambling apology on the House floor!)

Helskor
December 14, 2012 at 8:45 am
Harry’s grateful puppydog reaction to being offered a job fit only for a not-too-bright high school kid would be the unintentionally funniest thing Batiuk’s written in years if it wasn’t so pathetic and scary.

Batiuk has spent the last three weeks trying to make us feel sorry for Crazy Harry…I must say, today he finally accomplishes that, by depicting not just Harry’s eagerness to accept John’s “job” offer, but his willingness to “work” for free.

Classic Fail

The Dreamer
December 13, 2012 at 1:51 pm
Crazy need not worry about a job. Of course Funky will hire him to work at Montoni’s.

Not so fast! If nobody here saw this coming, it’s probably because it’s just so…so stupid. “Dead Skunk Hea—”…sorry, I mean, John, is going to enlist Crazy Harry to determine the value of the comic books that he’s selling to the Komix Korner? Harry’s oblivious to John’s overture at first, correctly opining that this job could be handled by an eleventh grader. Which just adds to the smirking, dimpled glee with which John offers the job to Crazy, I mean, “Classic Rock”.

Running Dog

The shower of self-pity turns into a monsoon. Today we learn that working at the Post Office was all that Crazy Harry ever aspired to (well, besides being an air guitar champion). But before he could hang around long enough to become the PO’s resident guru, why, those bully jocks at the post office had the nerve to expect Harry to (gasp) actually work and be productive.

Since he has only rarely been shown actually delivering mail, I’ve always imagined that in the course of his appointed rounds, Harry kind of resembled this guy:

Seriously, though, we know that the Postal Service has been struggling financially; certainly longer than since one year ago, when Batiuk got the “inspiration” for this arc. And yes, the USPS has been trimming services and branches as a result. But it’s pretty safe to say that these unionized employees are not being set adrift and left to sell their belongings in order to survive.

Priority Mailman

Check out the sign: “NO shirt, NO shoes.” Period.

Remarkably, Harry’s comics, despite not having been bagged and boarded, are judged to be “in pristine condition“. Sure, he neglects his doting wife, spent his working hours hanging out at Montoni’s and the Komix Korner, and apparently misplaced his two younger children, but by God, Crazy Harry has made taking care of his books “a priority”. Now he expects his books to take care of him.