Reqiuem for Methuselah

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And so we come to Saturday, after a week of watching a fat man struggle with exercise equipment while a young woman smirks.

Tell me that description is what keeps Funky Winkerbean in hundreds of newspapers.   “See, there’s this fat, sweaty guy who owns a pizza place, and he’s at the gym!  Isn’t that hilarious?”  Actually, no, it’s not–in fact, it’s not even interesting.   Watching Funky fill Snowball’s gas tank would be just as compelling.  And, it would have the added bonus of bringing back a character we don’t hate–Snowball.

I don’t know about you, but this week has been a difficult one–it’s hard to critique peanut-butter sandwiches.  There’s no level digging, no uncovering of insights, no finding a universal truth, or a moral path, or even an interesting story in a peanut-butter sandwich.  Trust me, this week has been as boring to write about as it has been for you folks to read.

And I’ll be charitable and say that it was probably just as boring, work-a-day, no-satisfaction as it was to create these strips in the first place.  Sometime during the Act III years, I’m sure this set of drawings was tossed off in a day or two and then filed away in the “filler” drawer, to be published any time–just like the “Snowball” arc, no doubt.  I cannot imagine anyone tossing this stuff off with any level of enthusiasm–in a sense, I feel sorry for Tom Batiuk here.  Writing comics that have nothing to do with Les Moore is obviously hard work for him.

One thing that’s really easy, though, is hating these characters.  Just ask Tom Batiuk.  The unabated contempt that radiates from the strip when Funky’s on the screen (like now) can’t be accidental.

If Tom Batiuk can’t treat his characters with anything other than loathing, why should anyone else have a different reaction?  If the puppeteer hates the puppets, the audience isn’t going to like them either.   Which makes me, for the millionth time, wonder why Tom Batiuk goes on with this thing.  Is there a way these characters can be redeemed in the eyes of their creator?

You know, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle once threw Sherlock Holmes over a waterfall.   Doyle was tired of the spotlight Holmes cast on him, and he wanted to write about other things.  After several years, public pressure led Doyle to bring Holmes back–in what was probably the best Holmes story of them all, The Hound of the Baskervilles.  Maybe something like that is needed so that Funky will once again interest Tom Batiuk.  I wonder if eight years will be sufficient.  (I also wonder if there’ll be any public pressure, but never mind that.)

Are there any waterfalls in Westview?  Just askin.’

That Which Survives

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You know, if I were a callous, horrid, jobless beady-eyed nitpicker, I’d be damned tempted to say that this strip is posted above the ol’ FW drawing board as a motto of inspiration.  Or at least a plan.  “Tell fewer jokes.”

In fairness, Batiuk is right that the vast majority of “I’m going to get healthy” resolutions are quickly abandoned.  (in unfairness, it should be noted this is another hardly a new insight.  Jokes of this nature have been in the comics for decades.)  I actually belong to a gym, and when January rolls around, the place is stuffed to the gills.

But it never lasts.  Tonight, a little over three weeks into the new year, the levels are back down to normal.  Exercise is hard work, and it tends to be dull, too; you really have to push yourself to stay with it.  Once you get past a certain threshold, though, you find your body needs it and it becomes far less of a chore.

As for Funky, I seriously doubt his exercise arc will continue past this week, for two reasons.  The first is that Funky is far too passive, depressive and weak-willed to make any significant change in his downward spiral.  I’m always amazed to see him in the strip, as it means he’s managed to haul himself out of bed.

The second reason is that, even by Funky Winkerbean standards, this has been one damned boring storyline.   I think stretching it beyond a week would tax Tom Batiuk’s abilities, though I confess I wouldn’t put it past him to try.

The Deadly Years

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Hey, Funky, I have a better idea–how about if you wish you were the way you were thirty years ago?  That would take you back to when you were kind of funny.  Going back twenty years means you’re going to have to go through all that again–the alcoholism, the divorce, the beginning of the unending spiral toward the heat death of the universe.  Only this time you’ll have to watch, helpless, as it all happens again.

An even better idea–why don’t you wish you were thirty years older?   That way Cory can take you to the food court, and you can complain that the sandwiches are way too big.   And you’ll be that much closer to death’s sweet embrace.

Let That Be Your Last Battlefield

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It’s hard to think of a Funky Winkerbean character more boring than Funky himself.  It’s also hard to think of one for which Tom Batiuk has such obvious loathing.

I’ve mentioned a theory before that the fortunes of the Funky cast rise and fall with how their real-life counterparts interact with Batiuk himself.   Bull, for example, once the hated bully jock, now enjoys a fairly elevated status in Westview.  Oh sure, he’s overworked and the teams he coaches lose every game, but recall how this is presented.  The overwork makes him heroic, and the losses are always, always the fault of the players–those damn kids again.

Funky seems to be an especially sad example.  Once the star of the strip as a bright-eyed and observant teen, since his real-life counterpart obviously had a massive falling out with Les Moore TomBatiuk, he’s now a sad sack of failure and ennui.  And we’re going to watch a week of him talking about how impossible it will be for him to improve his lot.

Imagine if this arc would be about Les instead.  Why, on Saturday, Les would be extolling his newfound healthy regimen, preaching to all who could control their impulse to punch his face in.  Remember, it was Les Moore who climbed Mount Kilimanjaro, and Funky Winkerbean who collapsed a few feet into the last Lisa’s Legacy run.

How have the mighty fallen.

By Any Other Name

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Well, I’m not sure what to say about this one.  Apparently, “customer service” has never made its way into Westview; I recall Dinkle being similarly insulted by a party-store clerk way back when. I’m sure there are other cases my mind refuses to recall.   Perhaps that’s why Khahn’s place went out of business–he just kept heaping the insults onto anyone who walked into the shop.

Of course, maybe I’m not looking at this from a sympathetic perspective–I imagine it must be hard to be confronted with a Dinkle, a Winkerbean or a Moore and not blurt out some measure of the instant loathing that rises in your gorge.  We are, after all, only human.