“How long,” old, mortified Cindy asks the Funkies Winkerbean, “have you two been standing there?”
“Since 1972,” neither Funky responds, because that would have been funny.
“What does self-loathing mean?” instead queries Funky the Younger, which makes me wish that he had left home in 1975 and headed west, to San Francisco, and never looked back.
In today’s strip, old Cindy ’fesses up to self-loathing, and, astoundingly, tries to offer her previous self some good advice. Because she clearly doesn’t remember this encounter and hasn’t overcome her self-esteem issues, it’s clear that the advice will fail to take root in the past.
This takes place within earshot of the Funkies Winkerbean, so mortification, if not humor, will surely ensue.
Also, the gym has been replaced by a nondescript grey gradient for the last week. Has anyone else noticed that they’re enveloped in a dull miasma? Anyone?
If he can’t fix it, no one can! In today’s strip, we finally meet Mr. Clean. Oh, sure, we thought his name was Keith, but drawings don’t lie.
To keep the townsfolk from organizing a posse, Funky tapes up a scrawled sign: “The BAND is in rehab.” But I say no, no, no, no, no.
It’s nice to see Funky Winkerbean featuring so prominently in the comic strip that bears his name. He appears as often as Snowball, his car.
Here endeth my stint as your guest snarker. Thanks to TFH and the rest of the SOSF crew for making it easy!
Harry finally succeeds in finding a CD in today’s strip. As Willy Nelson fills Snowball’s interior with music, Harry comments: “Its nice to see someone else still plays CDs.”
Why is that nice, Harry? You’re old enough to remember vinyl and vacuum tubes, aren’t you? If it’s obsolescence and inconvenience you’re nostalgic for, why not a gramophone, Harry? Why not Edison cylinders, Harry? Why not freaking sheet music, Harry?
In today’s strip, Funky & Harry load the band box into Snowball, whose hatchback has already lost its spring. Why else would DSH John be holding it up in panel 2? Oh, wait, by panel three, it’s holding its own weight. I guess John was trying to give the appearance of helping without actually exerting himself.
That explains a lot about his place of business.
Anyway, today’s comic is about two middle-aged guys reminiscing about high school antics as they prepare to have an antique mechanism repaired. That fits right in with the strip’s mission statement, right? Anyone remember that?
Son of Stuck Funky 