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The Gamesman

“Unnatural hand gestures” ahoy! I don’t recommend looking very closely at panel two, because you’ll probably end up like me: wondering what the hell those body parts are supposed to be, and how they got there.

Panel three is pretty good nightmare fuel as well; those of you with small children might want to cut it out and paste it on cardboard, to see if you can use it to make the kids eat their peas. Tell them she’s hiding under the bed, and only vegetables keep her away.

I do have to admire the way she’s all prepped and ready to…watch the progress of an online auction. Not to actually do anything (strictly forbidden in the Funkyverse anyway)…but just sit there and watch, and hope no one outbids her. The excitement just never ends, does it? Well, that’s because it never begins either but you can’t have everything. You should have learned that by now.

Tactics of Conquest

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I always thought the term was “poaching” and not “sandbagging,” but what do I know? I certainly don’t have a Pulitzer nomination on my shelf. I would also think that someone snatching a last-minute prize wouldn’t “snipe”* it, but now I’m just getting all beady-eyed.

Judging by Harry and John’s wild gesticulation, the Starbuck Jones saga is something they find quite engaging. And it serves as a good illustration of one of Funky Winkerbean‘s problems: telling and not showing. Stories about people in comic books can be very entertaining, since those people are usually doing things or plotting to do things. Stories about people collecting comic books are not interesting. At all. Especially when they consist entirely of “I’m looking for an issue,” “Oh, well, here you are, then” stretched out over a week. As pointed out some time ago by BillyTheSkink (thanks Billy!), it’s the reverse of Monty Python’s “Cheese Shop” sketch.

What would be funny (in a rather “meta” sense of course) would be if the object of Holly’s quest wasn’t Starbuck Jones but instead something more in keeping with the general tenor of Funky Winkerbean. To wit:

Holly: “Good morning, I’m looking for a particular comic for my son, who’s serving in Khahnistan.”

Wensleydale: “Certainly, ma’am, we’re a comic shop. What would you like?”

Holly: “Have you got volume nine of the complete newspaper Spider-Man?”

Wensleydale: “Ooo–that’s the one where he sits on the couch while his wife works, right? And the other Marvel heroes keep saving him? And there’s the special Sunday strip where he almost orders a pizza but stops himself at the last minute? That’s a fairly rare item, I’m afraid.”

Newspaper Spider-Man and Funky Winkerbean are made for each other.

Speaking of artwork, initially, it looks to me as though the colorist here got Tom Batiuk’s notes in the wrong order. You’d think the second panel would be the one shrouded in an all-encompassing darkness. That is how my favorite character, the Pouncing Darkness, rolls in this strip. On the other hand, we all know Holly’s going to get this issue no matter what, so perhaps Tom’s doing a bit of subtle foreshadowing by having panel two suddenly brighten.

Hey, it could happen.

*Seriously, check out definition 6 on that page.

The Men Inside

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Forget those first two panels–that smug smirk at the far right is the real Funky Winkerbean pay-dirt. Ol’ Harry Lunaire is about to start lecturatin’ the folks all about the ways of them comical-book hunters.

You can see he is of a mind to speak on the matter; it’s too bad he’s not smoking a pipe so he can thoughtfully puff on it a couple of times before waving it to illustrate his points.

Other than that, I’m somewhat surprised to discover that the Komix Korner is large enough to have two windows. My previous impression is that it was little larger than a shoebox. A shoebox that holds someone’s bug collection. And, lastly, there’s the expression on John’s face in panel three.

That is an absolute masterpiece of sheer, unadulterated boredom. God, are you still here? And still talking, on and on? I am so sorry I asked you anything, John thinks.

And, well, that’s about all I can say. I mean, how long was the last conversation you had with someone who started with, “I just bid on a comic book on eBay”?

In The Enclosure

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So: another week of “Holly gets a valuable comic book for free, because Cory.” Unless we’re going to be treated to s Super-special two-week storyline! You can tell it’s going to be special, because Fred Flintstone has put on his space helmet in panel two!

Also in today’s episode, Holly finally yields to the voices in her head (otherwise known as Son of Stuck Funky Commentators) and decides to try her luck on eBay.

And I’m going to say, there’s really no way this is going to be interesting.

Those of you who remember Peanuts might recall that one of the ongoing bits was Charlie Brown’s eternal quest to get a Joe Shlabotnik baseball card. Despite spending lots of time and money in the pursuit, he never got one. Others, Lucy in particular, got them with ease, and then refused to trade them, leaving Charlie Brown depressed once again.

It might shock Tom Batiuk to hear this, but the baseball card was never the point. It was simply a prop used to illustrate Charlie Brown’s character; despite Fate’s eternal campaign against him, he never gave up his quest. Determination in the face of adversity was one of Chuck’s fine qualities.

Notice how this storyline suffers by comparison. It is all about the comic book. Despite this arc’s eternally ongoing length, Holly’s quest has changed her not a whit. (I’m sure she would protest otherwise–after all, she’d say, she now uses terms like “geek.” Well, woo-hoo.)

No, Holly is always Holly. She remains a non-entity to whom Fate hands things, with never a drop of blood or an honest day’s sweat on her part.

The Undocumentarian

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Stay tuned for the incredible snark stylings of Beckoning Chasm, starting tomorrow!!!

An extremely rare Sunday strip arc wrap-up today, as Jessica decides that after almost three years in the planning stages and one day in production she will not allow “Hollywood” to wrap its disgusting filthy immoral paws around her pet project, instead opting to forget all about it and settle for occasionally filming various ceremonies and parties for the local townies instead. Aim high, strong female character, aim high!

See, I thought the original question was “what was JD really like?” but actually it was “did my father ever play Barbie with me?” instead. And now that she knows the answer and has seen actual video proof, her ambition and passion for the project have vanished completely. I see. And by that I mean “I see why they live above Montoni’s”. Aim low, baby Skyler, aim low!

And a typically keen observation from Boy Lisa, who seems oddly content with his wife’s fickle nature. Perhaps someday he’ll run into the doctor who screwed up Lisa’s medical chart that time so HE can get some closure too! That’d be swell.

It’s been a great two weeks here at SoSF HQ but now it’s time to pass the batom (get it?) to our next guest snarker and time for me to hit the bourbon and airplane glue in an attempt to purge the last four weeks from my memory. Until next time, stay Barbie…err, I mean Funky!