Misery Index Monday


Did everybody have a nice weekend? Good. Welcome back to the dreary hell that is Westview, Ohio. Ed Crankshaft Funky Winkerbean sits in his office at the counter working on his latest “can’t miss” marketing strategy: assigning each day of the week its own failed economy theme…”Wealth Tax Wednesday…Tax Burden Thursday…Federal Reserve Fridays…yeah, that’ll get ’em in here to eat our lousy pizza!

Harry’s perplexed look in panel 2 is not a response to Holly’s punchline; rather, he’s trying to figure out how she makes her arms do that.

Crankshaft Crossover Sunday

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TB goes all meta on us today: yes, that is indeed the first panel of today’s Crankshaft comic. Now, it would have been really clever to have Ed Crankshaft reading today’s funnies  and complaining bitterly about how unfunny FW has become. Instead, today’s Crankstrip is not only unrelated and unfunny, but it barely makes sense. And speaking of elderly Ed, put a red ballcap on Funky in panel 3 and I defy you to tell him and Crankshaft apart.

“Diversions” is what “they’re calling graphic arts now”? Who are “they“? I’m pretty sure graphic arts is still called “graphic arts”, and outside of the Help Wanteds, the newspapers I read don’t have a “graphic arts section” (or Diversions…my paper calls it the “Better Living” section). My paper does sometimes have articles that stop mid-sentence. That’s what they call a production error. If they want you to go to the web they usually put a link in the article.

I guess newspapers have now joined Wall Street bankers on TB’s List of Greedy Amoral Morons.

Stuff It

See: this is why I always advise my single friends, “Don’t fish in the company pool.” Especially when there are two fish attracted to your “worm”.

“So,” asks Cayla, “what was that all about?” Inside Les’ head appears a menu of possible responses, like in The Terminator…and instead of simply telling Cayla what it was about, Les tries to shut her up with a glib response. Let’s see what possible responses pop up in Cayla’s head…I’m betting against her saying what any self-respecting woman would tell a jerk like Les.

Make Edits to This

I think that, short of flipping her skirt over her head, there are no more signals that  Susan can send Les’ way to indicate that she is, how you say, available. In panel 3, the pair are exchanging smirks much like those shared last Friday by Mr. and Mrs. Winkerbean right before Funky bent Holly over Montoni’s counter.