Tag: Crazy Harry

Bungle in the Jungle

The more the week progresses the muddier the comic’s message is.  Is the bookstore owner griping about having to compete with big chain stores like Borders? Is he railing against online bookstores like Amazon, or is his ire drawn to eReaders like the Nook and Kindle? It might just be the economy in general, or just the fact that if you Sell Shit No One Wants that no one will buy it and you’ll be forced into bankruptcy.

Oh God, it’s a real place in Medina, Ohio. And to think they say there’s no such thing as bad publicity, though I doubt the owner appreciates looking like a slightly older Charles Whitman.

Tuesdays with Boring

Epicus Doomus In case you’re the one person on earth who doesn’t already know where this arc is going, let me clue you in: everything old was great and everything new sucks.

Epicus called it; this week’s arc is the exact same storyline as last week’s mindless banter about Blackberries except that now we’re lamenting the fact that people are buying online instead of going to the local bookstore, which is open from 9:30 -5 except on Wednesdays and Sundays when they’re closed. Oh, and come early, parking is a nightmare.

Meanwhile, at Jabba's Palace…

Ah, book stores! Especially mom and pop bookstores, have been in trouble financially since  about, oh, 2003.  I guess “a while now” means 8 or so years.  I appreciate the opportunity to guest blog on here and give SnarkMaster T. the chance to chill for a little but it would appear I picked the week we’re going to be trapped in a small, stifling bookstore with the Unibomber and a misshapen blob of talking dough.

At Home with Harry

After a long day of pestering pizza countermen and comic-book sellers, Crazy Harry kicks back in the recliner. Maddie, who has traded Les’ yellow shirt for what appears to be a maternity top, tries in vain to sneak past him up the stairs. I guess today’s “gag” is that unless you micromanage every minute of their time, teenagers will procrastinate, which I guess is true; not funny, but true.

Crazy for Komix

When he’s not guzzling free coffee at Montoni’s, Crazy Harry can usually be found upstairs talking “komix” with Dead Skunk Head John. Harry sends DSHJ on a fool’s errand to acquire a rare volume of Tarzan comics, which will complete his plan to rule the world. If one wishes merely to rule the teenagers of Westview, all it takes is putting a sign in the window advertising “Breakfast Pizza”, as evinced by the rapt expressions of the youngsters in panel 5.

Instead of tipping the Funky fedora to Burroughs, whose Tarzan books provided the narrative, TB would do well to doff his cap to Hal Foster and Burne Hogarth, two legends of the Sunday comics who brought the Lord of the Jungle to life.