Keisha returns home from workin’ up a sweat with her BFF. She’s greeted by mom Cayla, who unveils her latest strategy to woo Westview’s most famous scribe: a new ‘do. Am I reading too much into the look of glassy-eyed desperation in Cayla’s eyes in the last panel? Younger…please oh please tell me I look younger…
If TB’s going to make us “earn” these “endings”, well dammit, the payoff needs to be a lot more than another one of his tortured puns. Six days of re-hashing Funky’s post-accident trauma to set up this “joke”? Unbelievable.
I really hope the insurance fraud investigator is tailing his ass. Funky trades in his neckbrace for the keys to the generic minivan and drives (at a pretty good clip, judging from the motion lines) down to the junkyard. Can’t wait to see where this is going. Yawn.
This week’s arc has jettisoned any semblance of narrative or drama. Funky gets sassed by his physical therapist. Funky moans to Les. Funky checks the answering machine. I can’t even snark on this…it’s so boring as to fly below the snark radar.
Funky’s strange convalescence continues. Sitting around the house bored? Was he not just last week dashing around Montoni’s, twisting Les’ arm to have his party there? And ordering champagne? Or was that another head-trauma induced dream? The punchline makes no sense either: there’s no need to “gnaw a leg off”; in fact, that would make escaping more difficult.
Following this strip is nearly as grueling as actual physical therapy. Ponderous, man…effin’ ponderous.
Son of Stuck Funky 