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Am I My Mother-in-Law’s Keeper?

Yeah, Holly’s all smiles today, but all week she’s done nothing but kvetch about her mother leaving the house a mess and maxing out the DVR. Funky, meanwhile, is considering renovating the guest bathroom for the old gal. OK, he could have phrased it a little better, but Funky expresses genuine concern for Melinda. His attitude towards his mother-in-law has softened considerably in the year since Melinda decided to make her stay permanent, but it’s not enough to spare him the old side-eye from the missus.

Programming note: Saturday’s, Sunday’s, and Monday’s strips are all unavailable for preview. I’ll post placeholders, but you’ll have to hold your snark til midnight EST.

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DV Aaarrrggghhh

Proof that video technology in the Funkiverse has indeed progressed beyond those VHS tapes that everyone hoards and cherishes.  We haven’t even seen Miranda this week, but her trail of destruction extends to every room of the Winkerbean house. In the comments here yesterday, Epicus described Tuesday’s zoomed in computer monitor gag “relatable,” and I find myself relating to today’s. Some years back, my wife’s grandmother, may she rest in peace, lived with us for awhile after being flooded out of her home. And oh boy, did she love her tee vee. We didn’t (and still don’t) have a DVR, but Nana watched the tube all hours of the day and night. “Downton Abbey” and “Golden Girls” not so much, but “Law & Order” apparently can be found any time on one cable channel or another, and after awhile, that signature “DUN DUN!” sounder that gets played at scene changes drove me right up the wall.

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Hyper Text

When she’s not strewing pill bottles and soiled laundry all around the house, “MIL-inda” (Funky’s Mother-In-Law Melinda, get it?) likes to unwind by hopping on the family iMac and giving her retinas a workout on the ol’ Retina display. The Mac OS has a host of accessibility features, including one called Zoom Way the Fuck In (keyboard shortcut: ⌘ + ⌥ + ⇧ + ⌃ + F), which renders screen fonts in billboard sizes. It might behoove Funky to set the blind old biddy with her own user account, which she could customize however she likes without inconveniencing everyone else, but then we wouldn’t be treated to today’s boffola gag.

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Shower Scene

Evidence of Miranda’s slatternliness extends to every room of the Winkerbean home. It’s enough to make Funky consider converting the half bath in the guestroom to a 3/4 bath with the addition of a shower. He’s pretty resigned about it too, which is surprising; the Funkman strikes me as someone who’s pretty tight with a buck.

bobanero
November 25, 2019 at 8:10 am
Isn’t Holly’s mother roughly the same age as Funky’s father? Why aren’t they just sticking her in Bedside Manor?

I guess it’s cheaper to make the old crone comfy at home, rather than to put her up with horny ol’ Morton at Bedside Manor. And if Funky adds a mini fridge, a hotplate or microwave, and a sturdy lock on the door, he can keep his mother-in-law out of sight and out of mind ’til she blessedly croaks!

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Teen-ior Moment

A tip of the SoSF pillbox hat to comicbookharriet for her outstanding commentary these last two weeks!

Before the Army made a man out of him, we all know that Cory Winkerbean was a thief, a cheater, a vandal, and generally a smartass. Today we learn that he was also a pillhead and a slob, too wasted or apathetic to even try and hide his addiction from his mom. I’d suggest that Cory inherited his slovenliness from his grandmother Melinda, but I seem to recall (correct me if I’m wrong) that, like half of his Act III contemporaries, Cory’s an adoptee.

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Clari-not

Was not expecting today’s strip to be a standalone gag, but I guess we should be grateful for some respite from Bull’s swan song. And it’s been a while since my high school band days, but we didn’t start practicing Christmas music until football season was almost over. Speaking of football, we’ll get back to Bull’s plight on Monday; the good news is that your guide will be Epicus Doomus!

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Gridirony

The two old sportos go for a walk. Buck’s comment about Bull having lost weight is a rare bit of naturalistic small talk, and also aligns with reality: persons with dementia can lose their appetite of their interest in eating. In panel 2, Buck seems surprised that their steps have brought the pair to “the scene of the crime,” the high school football field that now bears Bull’s name (and that of “A&L Automotive“). Has he brought them here on purpose, or is his own mental decline finally kicking in? The upcoming Sunday strip that accompanied the NYT article suggests that Bull’s suicide will take place outside his home. If Bull chooses to end it all on the football field, this amounts to some grim foreshadowing.

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