Son of Stuck Funky

Sisyphunkian Task

In case you missed it, yesterday’s actual strip featured Crazy, Holly, a Flash T shirt and a really dumb menopause gag. The fake one was way better, quite frankly. Anyhow, Funky is down in Florida, supervising Melinda’s looming move back to the mid-central Ohio valley and all heck is apparently breaking loose, as Funky is already completely overwhelmed by having to put some Hummel figurines and Franklin Mint collector plates in a box. Can’t these idiots EVER just do something without bellyaching about it for six days at a time?

I’m not sure which is funnier, Holly’s brutally fractured syntax or Melinda’s vintage 1925 parlor. Sometimes I just don’t understand Batiuk’s world at all, man. On top of that, Melinda is Holly’s mother, so why isn’t SHE down there doing this? I’m sure Wally and Adeela can hold down the fort, provided there aren’t any air raid drills scheduled this week.

Well Manored

The sight of a relaxed, grinning Funky instantly piques Holly’s curiosity. Funky’s got reason to smile: he’s managed to avoid having to deal with his cranky mother-in-law and with his formerly senile father. Hopefully the start of a new calendar year means that Mort can once again get “those little purple pills.” Said arrangements have been made “off camera.” so we don’t know what Elvis–uh, Melinda thinks about the whole thing. Neither do we know if, since he’s not technically Melinda’s next of kin, he’s even authorized to not only consign Melinda to Bedside Manor but also have her bunk with his old man. Although in a nursing home where the receptionist is allowed to discuss sensitive information with family, I guess anything goes!

Pills A Go-Go

Link To Sunday’s Strip

At first glance I didn’t recognize the old crone Morty was arguing with and I had no idea who Eluis was either. Then it all came together. Let’s face it people, we may have dodged a bullet here, as “Holly’s mother annoys Funky” has two-week arc written all over it. Better to get it over and done with on a Sunday, as no one cares about the Sunday strips anyway.

Coming tomorrow: the return of SoSF founder TFH!

But Who Is The Dreamer?

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Bull and Linda share an inside CTE joke today, or so it appears. It’s nice to see a Very Serious prestige arc end on such a light-hearted note, unlike that mousy woman that got the cancer that time. Blech, what a downer THAT was. Anyway, it’s sort of tough to believe they drove all the way to North Carolina for the cone of uncertainty diagnosis, as they probably could have gotten that in Ohio, but whatever. Hopefully Batiuk gives us some sort of “heads up” when Bull actually starts declining, as otherwise it’ll be impossible to tell, what with all the wryness and all.

There’s Someone In Bull’s Head But It’s Not Him

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Phony faux-profoundity with absolutely nothing at its core…a classic Batom prestige arc blow-off strip. Bull chose to play football but didn’t choose brain damage…yeah, that’s some powerful thought-provoking stuff right there. It really makes you think, namely that I really should have tried to get in on this comic strip scam back in the day.