A not-altogether un-chuckle-worthy Sunday effort, although it’d be funnier if The Author hadn’t spent YEARS on depicting Mort as a total vegetable. What was the point of that long-forgotten, completely depressing and ultimately meaningless Alzheimer’s arc? Morty is one of the strip’s more likeable characters, he could have been indulging in this sort of wackiness all along but nope, he had to “address” yet another “serious issue” instead. Just like when Cory returned home as a totally upright paragon of virtue, these FW characters don’t even notice these incredible changes in their families and friends, preferring to wryly shrug and roll their eyes over these miraculous transformations.
Category: Son of Stuck Funky
Did I Forget to Mention, Forget to Mention Memphis?
Home of Elvis and the ancient (band) geeks…Holiday greetings snarkers! It’s TFHackett, guest authoring for guest author SoSF David O.
A Sun session that lasted til sunrise, followed up with a night of fights and gunplay, finally catches up with the gang. Dinkle’s relieved to find the BM’s are nestled all snug in the van, ready for the 700-mile jaunt back to Westview. Sadly, fatigue will soon overtake Harry Dinkle as well; he’ll nod off behind the wheel somewhere along I-40 North, and all will be killed in the crash and subsequent explosion of Carl’s leaky oxygen tank. Thank you, Santa!
Her Director
SosfdavidO here! It looks like Dinkle and Company have decided to stay another day, unless this blues band is jamming out at 9am. Is it one day later? A week? Did they go through a time jump again? Today’s strip doesn’t have a lot of clues.
Harry and the Pacemakers
Here’s a post for you nightowls, as I have some heavy plans tonight! Unboxing heavy things.
I’m back! And this strip wins the Tombat awkward dialog award for “Most Shoehorned-in question” for a weird query that doesn’t even result in punplay.
Today’s strip is a perfect example of how I feel looking at these things sometimes. I’m out of ideas. I’m drained, but damnit, this dead horse needs flogging!
How would being able to smell a gun help at all? He’s Blind Willie, not Matt Murdock. If someone is about to serve up a lead sandwich I doubt there’s much he can do about it.
Sunrise, Sunset?
SosfDavidO here, and after a long night recording, our gang packs it up and watches the… sunrise? Is that what that’s supposed to be in today’s strip?! They’re staring at it like it’s the mushroom cloud of an atom bomb. Don’t step off the sidewalk, because what should be a solid street below the curb looks more like a gateway to another dimension. Meanwhile, the 2001 Monolith looms sinisterly ahead.
What a weird daily.
Son of Stuck Funky 