Tag: Crazy Harry

Fill Harris

There’s no preview available for tonight but it’s not like we’re going to leave Montoni’s My-Tunes recommendation discussion for something more interesting like, say, how Summer is doing in college. So here is today’s strip for those of you still hanging around!

It occurred to me this whole week like like closing time at a bar when they turn on the lights and play terrible music to try and get everyone to leave. I’ve seen adult-situation pr0n of Heathcliff. It’ll take more than a lame storyline to scare this snarker off.

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                               For the love of God, put some pants on!

Get the Lead Out

Oh, Tombat! Writing comics a year in advance means Crazy Harry, Pete and Crew will be gearing up for the “new” Star Wars movie in 11 months. In the meantime, we get non-sequitur randomness like today’s strip that doesn’t seem to know what point its trying to make.

Isn’t part of the point of recommendations to introduce you to new music? Something like If you liked The Doors Best of Volume One, can we recommend The Doors, Best of Volume 2? wouldn’t really be helpful, would it?

EmmyWho Harris!?

SoSfDavidO here, taking the reins from the very talented BeckoningChasm! *swigs some straight vodka* Ok, let’s take a look here…

There’s a joke buried in somewhere in today’s strip but it would require me knowing who Emmylou Harris is. Great, so now I have to go to Google and look her up, which means the joke has to be explained, which means it isn’t really funny and therefor isn’t a joke.

In any case, I’ve done some legwork for you with this link to EmmyLou Harris’s Wiki page.

Of course, I’m making the assumption that most of us know who Robert Plant is.

So, in summation, My-Tunes recommended an artist based on Crazy’s enjoyment of another artist. This is going to be just a rib-tickler of a set-up for a full week of complaining about technology!

Auld Lang Shite

What the hell is in that bottle? I thought Funky only “toasted” with real toast these days. Well, the last strip of 2015 will certainly lend credence to the “Tom Batiuk is trolling the hate-readers” theory. Why else would he have the titular character grinningly offer such a grim salutation, even ironically? And if Funky is trying to be funny, he’s the only one in on the joke; everyone else looks either surprised or dismayed.

To be fair, Funky’s entitled to his gloomy outlook. After all, Les has his inflated ego and submissive wife to indulge him. Crazy Harry’s underemployed and loving it. This year, Darin, Pete and Cindy all lucked into exciting careers on the West Coast, and Cindy (Funky’s ex-wife) is engaged to a movie star. Cory Winkerbean’s back stateside and is also planning to get hitched. Bull’s Scapegoats enjoyed a perfect football season. The only arcs involving Funky dealt with his sending Montoni’s band box out to be repaired, and having him relive the Montoni’s bowling team’s victory (a decade ago) over Crankshaft’s team. The rest of his life consists of running the pizza parlor, jogging with smug Les, chauffeuring Cory to and from the airport, doctor visits, and humiliation at the hands of his personal trainer. Our slow shuffle to oblivion indeed. Pick up the pace there, Funkman.

Well, dear friends, as 2015 draws to a close, please accept once again my well wishes on behalf of the team. Cheers and Happy New Year!