Blond Moments

Holly = fat, frumpy and blonde with misshapen head. Donna = fat, frumpy and blonde with HORRIBLY misshapen head. Got it.
–Epicus Doomus

Throw another shrimp on the barbie ’cause here comes another middle-aged blonde woman! The fact Mindy rhymes with Cindy and she’s Cindy– err, Cynthia Summers’s doppelganger isn’t helping matters in today’s strip. Living outside of Westview seems to have some advantages though, you don’t randomly wake up every six or seven years to find you’ve suddenly aged a decade overnight.

I don’t want to peek ahead, but I feel like I’m Nostradamus or something with what is about to go down. The thing is, Batty Tom has already done the Hey, stranger, your son is in the military? Have my $900 comic for a dollar.” schtick. I assume the more issues she gets the ones left over are scarcer and worth more money.

Not to coin nerd out here, but it’d be like finding out a friend of your coworker’s nephew from out-of-town is working on a penny collection so you offer to sell him a 1877 Indian Head Cent in XF condition for one cent because you think kids that still collect pennies are cute.

Bus-Ted

SoSFDavidO here, looking forward to see what TomBat has done with 8 panels of glorious color–*peeks at strip* Oh hell, forget it.

The Black Hole of misery that is Westview claims another life, our own massively popular television anchorwoman from ABC is being let go for being too old. As many a snarker has pointed out, unless Cindy was born before Diane Sawyer (and who can tell, the way time jumps are) that shouldn’t be a problem.

In journalism, age can actually be an asset. You’ve built rapport and trust for 20, 30 years in some cases. Everyone knows you’re older. No one cares if you have crow’s feet, they care about if they can believe what you’re telling them or not.

But that’s the way the real world works. This is the Funkyverse, where Mopey Pete leaves New York City to live above a pizza joint and then leaves for New York again with no explanation.

Mope mope mope. Served up hot and fresh in today’s strip.

Bazoomba Class

SoSFDavidO here, limping through another blog post!

Riddle me this, Funksters! What took place these past for days that couldn’t have been done with ONE damn panel like the first panel in today’s strip?

I thought I liked comics. Now I’m not so sure any more. It’s like seeing a kid you can’t stand in school wearing a shirt with your favorite band on it. And that word, bazoombas. Somone hit me in the face with a frying pan, it’d be less painful than imagining Donna saying that.