It “seems like” that, Rachel, because you were putting up the Halloween decorations only seven weeks ago (and only three days before Halloween). Now your boss has waited until mid-December to drag out the Christmas decor. I’m no fan myself of Christmas creep, but decking the halls a week and a half before Santa arrives seems kind of lazy.
Tag: Christmas
Nothing for Christmas
bad wolf
December 11, 2013 at 8:23 am
I was never a real collector, at best i would pick up ‘reading copies’ (the cheapest available–funny how DSH doesn’t mention that possibility to a customer).
(Hat tip to bad wolf, whose Dec. 11 comment I’ve been quoting for three days running.)
So Dead Skunk Head John was holding out all along. After befuddling and boring Holly all week with his collector’s jargon, lo and behold, the second of the seven mystical SJ covers is revealed.
Howard and Nester
December 12, 2013 at 12:04 am
Day 4 and there are still no comics in frame in this soi disant comic store…This is starting to get creepy.
As it happens, yours truly had occasion to visit a bona fide comic store today to get a secret Santa gift for a coworker. This guy happens to be a comics fan who incidentally seems reasonably mature and well-adjusted. So at lunchtime I took me to NYC’s Midtown Comics. I was really tempted to ask if they had any Starbuck Jones, but the staff was pretty busy and surely had no time for my foolishness. Still: comic books (and other wares) were clearly on display and available for perusal and purchase. And nary a chullo, goth chick or dead skunk head in sight.
Pop the Korner
Holly carries her bulk up the stairs to the Komix Korner. Speaking of bulk, Owen’s goatee does little to conceal his double chin; when did that happen? That flight of stairs is probably the only exercise that any of the characters in today’s strip get.
Anyway, business at the Korner seems to have picked up since last December: not only can John now afford a nicer Christmas tree, but he’s sporting one of those cool t-shirts with a Batman logo that magically disappears!
The Child Is Father to the Man
Well, we let him get away with it yesterday, but Batiuk goes back to the well again today to try and wring a little more pathos outta Pop. Today’s comic is perhaps notable because it’s the only time that I know of where we’ve seen Funky’s mother, a rather nondescript needlenosed and chinless Batiuk female.
O Come Let Us Adore Cory
Sigh. Gonna tread lightly today. After all, it’s Christmas. I sense that many if not most of you reading this are boomers like myself, which makes us close in age to Funky and the gang. Hence, we’ve watched Mom and Dad grow old, and maybe one or both have passed away. And many of our first and fondest memories, especially today, are of our parents. So while I have a beef with how Batiuk uses Pa Winkerbean as a prop rather than a person (another character whose name we’re never told), this one does tug a bit.
While it’s impossible to read Pa’s expression here, one thing’s for sure: Army life seems to agree with Cory. He appears relaxed and smiling, his unruly hair now shorn “high and tight” and his Wilma Flintstone necklace presumably replaced by dogtags. I’m wondering if in the coming year he’ll have an arc devoted to his life as a soldier, or if he’ll simply live on as a face on Skype.
Wishing you the happiest of holidays
and the brightest of new years! Stay Funky!
—TFHackett
Son of Stuck Funky 
