Happy New Year, all! The state of the Funkyverse is “still dead”. Dead as John Darling, Coach Stropp, and Bull. Not Lisa, as she never really died. But that’s a whole different story.
It’s been a year now, and SoSF is still here, and actually seems kind of solid. Thanks to all who made that happen, especially Banana Jr. and Harriet, who’ve gone above, beyond, and back again. Also, thanks to the commenters, who continue to adhere to SoSF’s very reasonable standards. Not a single reprimand or blockage in 2023. Well done, by all.
I still miss it. Not the strip itself so much, but the daily SoSF routine. It was always a mission to me, as my hatred of FW was organic, and personal. The fact that I only succeeded in fighting FW to a draw will never not irk me. And I miss the challenge involved with trying to make every daily FW strip funny somehow. It kept me on my toes, and got me through some hellish times. IMO, he ended the wrong strip, but then again, of course he did. What a jerk.
Speaking of which, while I’ll never stand for daily “Crankshaft” coverage, I’ve learned to tolerate it, as well as those who (gak) enjoy kicking it around FW style. And it’s the only remaining Batiukian game in town, so whaddya gonna do? So while hell will freeze solid before I start reading it, I’m giving the “Crankshaft” content my half-hearted blessing. I mean, everyone seems to like it, so what the hell. So carry on, and best wishes for a hilarious 2024, from your pals at SoSF HQ.
Son of Stuck Funky 