I just know that when I’m on my deathbed, I’ll be lamenting that portion of my lifetime that I spent contemplating Funky Winkerbean.
TF Hackett, April 12, 2023.

I just know that when I’m on my deathbed, I’ll be lamenting that portion of my lifetime that I spent contemplating Funky Winkerbean.
TF Hackett, April 12, 2023.


(Do you know what a blizzard at the end of March, right in the heart of calving season means?)
(It means you only get an Anniversary TimeMop cover today. And I get to finally sleep after a day and night of coddling chilly newborn calves.)
This time last year, we here at SOSF were celebrating 50 years of this silly strip by exploring Act I and wondering if Funky Winkerbean would ever end.
Now here we are, a year later, watching something neither alive, nor really dead. The current Funkyshaftverse wearing old Crankshaft’s skinned face. A strange zombie creation. Ailing siblings grafted into one. Horrifying, reverse-engineered, conjoined twins staggering limply from one ashen grey, putrescent yellow, and sickly blue plotline to another.
And yet, this new amalgamation was born 51 years ago. So let us mark the day.
What rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Centerville to be boring?
Beckoning, those 75 cents you paid for this rare issue were definitely worth it. What a steal for a game changing, keystone installment like this!

And I don’t blame poor Batton for losing his lunch. Today is full of a lot of stomach churning imagery.
Continue reading “A Nauseating Development”Happy St. Patrick’s Day all you beautiful Beady-Eyed Nitpickers!

I hope you celebrated in the traditional way, by escaping from Irish pirates and snake genocide.
The festive mood jiggled my memory, and I recalled that we’d skipped an important date in our SOSF liturgical calendar. I hope late is better than never.
Continue reading “It Ain’t Easy Being Green.”