The Omega Man

Funky seems to have bumped his head a bit harder than it first appeared last Sunday. By now, it’s clear something is going on.

1. Maybe he’s got a mild concussion and is having a pleasant little dream before waking up to his crashed PT Cruiser.

2. Maybe his brains are splattered all over the PT’s shrapnelized plastic dashboard and now even the most seasoned paramedics are puking their guts out on the side of the road as they try and collect what body parts they can.

In either case, he’s wandering around some sort of alternate version of Westview, perilously close to blundering into another time jump. Think Funky’s gut and balding head look bad now? What do you think another ten years would do to him? Do we really want to see Pete and Summer’s love child!?

Tuesdays with Funky

GH DavidO here, trying to fill in TFHackett’s DSH-sized shoes today with an update!

After having announced every single thing that he’s been doing out-loud for the last few minutes (Jock itch is comin’ back! I’ll need to get some more cream) Funky darn near walks right into the unseen cameraman, pausing with a look of Crankshaftian indignation.  The camera mercifully backs away from nose hair that could use a good weed-whacking and we’re treated to a slightly stunned Funky regarding… something.  An orangutan in drag? Zombie Lisa riding a penny horse? Two dogs doing it?

The Walk

(Guest blogger update: TFH here; our guest blogger will be taking over soon!)

With his jacket jauntily flung over his shoulder, Funky waddles casually back to town, talking to himself the whole time. It is surprising to note that in fact, the sign as you enter Westview does not say “All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”

Funky notices that the trees are strangely less full than when he headed out of town just this morning…but he does not notice the dark-haired stranger that he passes on the way into…the Twilight Zone…

Dead Man Walking

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Having emerged unscathed from what surely would have been a head-on collision, Funky takes stock of his situation and declares himself “lucky”. This just about confirms that we’re in for a Sixth Sense, ‘twixt-this-world-and-the-next scenario: the only lucky ones in Westview are those who get out, and as Mr. Mojo Risin’ said: “no one here gets…out alive…”

Update: meanwhile, over at my favorite webcomic, the excellent Medium Large…

SoSF news: Thanks and a tip 0′ the Funky fedora to David O, whom I have invited to be guest blogger for the coming week! I will take a seat in the back of the classroom; should be lots o’ fun!

Cheers,
TFHackett

No Bars

Panel 1: What’s “odd” is, do people in real life begin sentences with “Odd…”? Seems a little old-timey. It would be no less natural to have Funky say, “Hell-o, what’s this?”

If that’s a new iPhone 4 that Funky’s using, there’s a simple explanation why he’s “not getting any bars”: Some iPhone 4 models dropping calls when held left-handed (via Engadget). But the new iPhones just hit the market this week, and TB crafts his narrative a year in advance…

I’m thinking about that black third panel in Thursday’s strip…it led the reader to believe that one or both of the drivers were dead, or at least unconscious. Then the next day we discover that (apparently) there was no crash, only a near-miss, and Laughing Girl had left the scene. Funky’s alive…but his phone is mysteriously dead. To quote O.B. Dan from yesterthread: “Next stop, The Twilight Zone!”