Cory – Page 27 – Son of Stuck Funky

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A tip o’ the SoSF leopardskin pillbox hat to the estimable DavidOrth
for once again taking over the blogging reins this past week!

Quality time spent with Dad sure isn’t what it used to be. These days poor Dad’s presence is barely acknowledged by his self-absorbed, distractable child. What’s changed? Why, it’s because of those newfangled “cell phones”! This strip’s anti-technology drumbeat is starting to give me a migraine. Are there any 21st century contrivances that aren’t making life in Westview worse instead of better?

Quiz-ling

By my reckoning, today’s Cory Winkerbean sighting is the first since May of 2010. The strip’s most underexposed and therefore most interesting character comes off the bench to play hatchet-faced straight man to Maddie the Hat, who appears to be wearing Mr. Moore’s yellow shirt.

Twilight Saga

Sigh. I don’t know. If I found myself transported back to the hometown of my high school years (1972-1976), I’d be all over the place, taking in the sights and sounds, dropping in on family, friends, and old loves, visiting the places that are gone.

This tired old fuck sits on a park bench. What is it with people in this strip with park benches?

Looks like the Fourth of July festivities have ended; the good folk of late-20th century Westview have gone home to watch The ABC Sunday Night Movie, and they’ll be rolling up the sidewalks soon. Old Funky sits alone, enumerating, in order, the things that occupy his thoughts: the economy…his elderly father…and…what’s my son’s name? Oh, yeah, Cody, uhh, Cory.

It's Called Continuity

Y’all thought that the Les-Cayla-Station Wagon Sue thing was going somewhere, didn’t ya? Nope. Welcome to Act IV. Les is finishing up his first year back from a ten-year sabbatical following his suspension for inciting the Great Cafeteria Catfight of 2010/2020.And that student giving him the stink-eye? Not Cory, that’s the hitherto-unseen Wally Jr., now in his sixth year at Westview.

Ten years on, though, Les is still rockin’ that yellow shirt.

The Postman Piles On

Crazy Harry, actually working for a change, arrives on the scene. But instead of coming to Cory’s defense, he fires off one of his trademark weak puns. Will Cory finally “go postal” himself and actually act on those darkest thoughts of his?