Category: Son of Stuck Funky

An Inconvenient Douche

Unlike Tom Batiuk, I strive to keep my personal opinions out of my “writing”. But since he insists on preaching to us (through Jim the Science Guy) about climate change (I don’t call it global warming), I’m going to vent a little “greenhouse gas” here myself: I’m one of “those people” who  do not believe that the planet is irreversibly heating up, even after the just-ended record-warm winter (which I, not being a winter sportsman, enjoyed the hell out of). There is at least as much credible scientific opinion to disprove climate change as there is to prove it.

That’s my opinion, and you, dear reader, are welcome to your own. On to today’s strip. We find Cory actually awake and paying attention in class (because even Cory is concerned about Global Warming). He shares that he “heard someone on the radio” (these kids and their radios these days, am I right?) call Global Warming “a hoax”. Cory gives a sly, demure tilt of his head, as if to say “Gee, Mr. Kablichnik, that feller on the radio can’t be right…can he? Say it ain’t so, Jim.” Jim wearily throws up his hands; he’s heard the deniers (such fools!), and sets Cory, and the rest of us, straight.

For your pleasure: previous strips dealing with the “fact” of Global Warming:

May 25, 2008: Same premise as today’s strip (and how long has Rana been in this class?) But I gotta give props to Jim for mentioning a classic Randy Newman song.

December 5, 2010: “Of course Global Warming can actually mean we get more snow. That doesn’t make sense to you?”

June 23, 2011: Principal Nate is on board with the whole global warming thing, to the point of inserting it into random conversations:

Thank You!

I will get around to personally thanking each and every one of you, but for now I want to express my extreme gratitude to everyone who donated to my “Save the Snark” fund drive!

I hope that calling it “Save the Snark” didn’t make things sound too dire…naturally, I was riffing on the “Save the Sports” arc from last fall. The snark wasn’t exactly in danger of going away. But with my current career status (unemployed), things were getting a little tight, and now that monthly web hosting fee is one less thing I’ve gotta worry about.

Even more than the generous cash donations, just the fact that so many of you responded at all was very gratifying. As I said when I made my appeal, SoSF really is an outstanding online community. My challenge is to serve up each day’s strip with my own spin…the post titles are probably the most challenging part (and between you and me, when someone gives me props for the title I do a little dance at my computer). Some days are more challenging than others; sometimes the snark writes itself.

I gather that the majority of regular SoSF snarkers are just like me: longtime readers of this comic (some of us since it began syndication) who, deep down, remember the affection we once had for Funky and his friends. The average snarker has wide ranging tastes, and is conversant in popular culture (particularly newspaper comics!) and sports.

The commenters on this blog are the ones who really provide the rich content; my daily posts are just a hook on which you guys hang the comedy gold.

From the bottom of my heart, thanks again for your generosity.

Please Help Support SoSF

Dear Readers,

Almost a year has passed since the near-Snarkpocalypse brought on by Batom and his lawyers. Thanks to the support of you loyal readers, as well as the comics snark community at large, Son of Stuck Funky still stands. I’m proud to provide this forum for the many kindred spirits who cannot look away from the train wreck that this long-running, once beloved, now excruciating comic has become.

I have a request to make of you, the reader, and it feels a little awkward: I’m asking for small donations. Ack. I said it.

Admittedly, the overhead around here is not great: after WordPress shut me down, it was a matter of moving SoSF to a paid web host, and registering and renewing annually the sonofstuckfunky.com domain name. The biggest investment is my own time, spent staring at each week’s worth of strips, racking my brain to come up with something new to say (even when TB doesn’t): a riff, a commentary for each day which I then share with this amazing group of readers, who proceed to have at it and collectively provide the real entertainment value via the comments. You people have made SoSF the funniest, smartest, friendliest online community I’ve ever participated in.

I wouldn’t be shaking you down for a few shekels if I didn’t need it. Yours truly has been out of a paying full-time job since last October. It’d be nice to not have to worry about scraping up the hosting and domain renewal fees as they come up.

It’s a free-will donation, totally voluntary. To the very excellent few who have contributed in the past: you’ve done your bit, you’re off the hook. You other guys, if you like what you read here and if you have it to spare, please consider clicking on the PayPal “Donate” button. Send even a buck; it adds up.

Hey, Comics Curmudgeon throws two begathons a year (not that I consider SoSF to even be close to Josh’s league) and they run paid advertising. SoSF is ad-free (for now), mainly because I haven’t figured out a way to monetize. So, just for this week, I’m passing around the tasseled Peruvian knit hat.

Thank you, everyone, for reading and sharing, and thank you in advance for any support you can provide.

Stay Funky,

TFHackett
http://www.linkedin.com/in/tfhackett

References available upon request.

 

Vendo, Vidi, Vici

120110

Life has just commenced to suck even worse for the students of Westview High. Gone are the snack vending machines, leaving only faint shadows on the wall to mark their former location. Apparently Linda has been stationed there to serve as a grief counselor for the traumatized students.

(Aside to our Ohio friends: do they really call vending machines “vendos”? Sounds like some Nadsat slang from A Clockwork Orange.)