Son of Stuck Funky

The Crankshaft Awards! Day 6!

Despite today’s original strip having what a dedicated mortician of humor could classify as a recognizable joke, I can almost guarantee it won’t make next year’s shortlist for today’s award.

It would take either a superhuman feat of hilarity, or the sudden and violent death of a hated character, for any strip set in Komix Korner get a nomination for Best Strip.

Thus ends Back Pain Week, 2025. I can only assume we’ll get another installment next year. Or heck, maybe next week. Maybe we’ll go on a guided tour through Crankshaft’s decrepit old body as it breaks down for the rest of the year. A month cleaning ears clogged by bristly hair and wax. Two weeks treating varicose veins. A couple days grinding down fungus encrusted toenails with a dremel. An entire mega arc on hemorrhoids. A girl can dream.

The 2024 Crankshaft Awards! Day 4! The Slappies!

Seriously. Brief Digression. But why isn’t Crankshaft an easily pissy old coot any more? Doddering, Confused Cranky is LAME.

Cartoonists Hate This Comedy Hack! Make a Comic 20% Funnier With One Easy Trick!

ANGRY EYEBROWS!

The Crankshaft Awards! Day 3!

I didn’t say it before, but Cindy’s Miraculous Pregnancy won in its category by the highest margin of any of the awards this year. But it wasn’t the only landslide victory. For Example.

The Crankshaft Awards! Day 2!

I fell out of love with DC Comics shortly after the Flashpoint mini series in 2011. For those of you who aren’t unbearable nerds stuck forever in a calcified pop culture past that gets increasingly distant as the years crawl by, Flashpoint used Barry Allen mucking around back and forth in time to, in universe, give an explanation why the editors could now reset whatever bits of continuity they felt like. It’s like, a butterfly effect, see, ripples in reality…some things are different…some things are the same.

I described it like a beloved relative having a stroke.