So seemingly out of the blue, documentarianne Jessica informs her husband that she’s getting back to work on her long-delayed project about her dad you-know-who…as she packs up her camera and heads out the door. Darin asks her a perfectly legitimate, if clumsily phrased, question: do you really want to do this? And it turns out that she does not, since it requires her to revisit a difficult time in her life (which, having been a baby at the time, she couldn’t possibly remember).
Tag: Darin
Before the Sun Burns Out
For those of you who are new to the Funkiverse: Jessica must always follow the words “my Dad” with “John Darling.” And for those of you who understandably are unable to recall where she left off with her documentary…well, the last time she even mentioned it was almost a year ago…

…right before she got sidetracked and derailed by the return of Darin’s “bio-dad” Frankie, and, after that, giving birth to a son. Now armed with her trusty old VHS camcorder (and her copy of Les’ first book) our Jess is set to re-re-resume her quest. There’s a surprising note of self-deprecation in panel 3, and I wonder if it comes from Jessica or from her creator: remember she’s been telling everybody about this supposed documentary since she and Darin popped up three years ago…
And The Cradle Will Smirk
BAAHHHH! Oh, don’t mind me, I was just startled by that weird pacifier-sucking baby head floating around in the first panel. Absolutely haunting. As are those snow-covered stairs leading up to that apartment, a real death trap if I’ve ever seen one.
I don’t know about you guys but I never get enough of Boy Lisa MBA cracking wise about the technology these kids today something something what who cares. Oh sorry, I meant to say “Never get. Enough.”, sorry about the mix-up. And that side-smirk Jessica throws him, are women supposed to be smirking like that so soon after giving birth? Or at any other time? And what is that eerie glow in the room? That baby’s head looks strangely translucent today, doesn’t it?
Oh well, it’s been a blast as always but now it’s time to turn things over to the next young firebrand on the SoSF team…the always snark-tastic Beckoning Chasm! Until next time…stay Funky!
Gimme Little Sign

…said Funky yesterday. I wonder too, since Montoni’s patrons will have three days before Christmas to enjoy the festive fruits of the gang’s labor. What’s interesting about today’s strip
(besides the fact that Jessica’s hair has doubled in volume) is how much loving care has gone into that “Closed” sign. That’s a professional job. Compare that with the childishly scrawled oaktag poster that heralded the arrival of breakfast pizza. Tells you all you need to know about where Mr. Chamber of Commerce’s priorities lie.
Feels Like Christmas, Smells Like Pepperoni
Baby Skyler‘s freakishly rapid development continues apace. He’s about twice the size of most four weeks-olds, and sits erect, holds his head up, and can point at things.