Tag: Funky

Some Timely Shit

Hey everybody, it’s Les and Cayla! You win, Tom Batiuk, I have never been so thrilled to see Les and his bride! Not to mention their Talking Christmas Tree, speaking to us through the window in panel 1! Seems Funky and Holly are having a blue Christmas, thinking about their little boy in green.  “I think I know what we can do to pick up their spirits!” urges Les.  “Do that trick where your appearance completely changes from one panel to the next!”

The abrupt end to the Crazy Harry arc probably is due to the fact that Batiuk realized he only had til today to squeeze in his “Mayan Calendar” gag.

Post No. 1,000

bad wolf
December 17, 2012 at 8:32 am
…Btw, comic book fans are notoriously hard to shop for, as they’ve usually gotten whatever they wanted for themselves already, it’s so specific that you’d never guess what it is, and kids in general [are] not that interested anymore…

From Wikipedia: “A sommelier, or wine steward, is a trained and knowledgeable wine professional, normally working in fine restaurants, who specializes in all aspects of wine service as well as wine and food pairing. The role is more specialized and informed than that of a wine waiter.” I suppose this makes John a “comic book maître d’“. Dead Skunk Head’s hiring strategy seems to be paying off, as the Komix Korner is drawing adult female customers for the first time since Roberta Blackburn paid her fateful visit in 2005.

So yeah, this is the one-thousandth daily post here at SoSF. Not historic, as milestones go, but it would have no significance at all if not for the great folks who read and comment here! To show my appreciation, I’d like to award one lucky snarker a coffee mug from the Official Funky Winkerbean CafePress store! Enjoy your morning beverage from this handsome mug, emblazoned with the image of Act II Funky, showing some ‘tude as he leans against his ill-fated PT Cruiser. No more having to drink your coffee straight from the pot!

Since I’m not crafty enough to devise a real contest, the winner will be chosen totally at random from commenters on today’s post (please limit your comments just for today to two). Happy snarking, and as always, thanks for reading and stay Funky!

Rules and disclaimers: This contest is in no way affiliated with Batom Inc., King Features Syndicate, or CafePress Inc. Winner will be chosen at random from comments submitted on this blog post from midnight to midnight Eastern time, Tuesday, December 18, 2012. As this is a contest drawing, please limit your comments on today’s post to 2 (two); anyone with more than 2 comments on today’s post will be disqualified (sorry!). Winners of past giveaways are ineligible; if a previous winner is randomly chosen, then another random winner will be chosen. Winner selected at random using the WordPress plugin “And the Winner Is…” Prize valued at $13.99 US; item cost and regular shipping will be paid by Son of Stuck Funky. Winner may substitute a different mug or any other item from the Official Funky Winkerbean CafePress store of equal or lesser value. Never drink hot coffee directly from a coffeepot.

Dear Tom Batiuk:

Over the course of 2½ years of presiding over this forum, sharing nearly a thousand daily posts and over 19,000 reader comments about your work, I’ve managed to hang on to a tiny shred of admiration for you. When the “Fuck you, TB” comments flew, I could confidently poke my head out of the foxhole and say, “Hey! Give the man credit. He’s made a forty-year career of doing something he loves.” Or, “He’s seems like he’s actually a nice guy in person.” Or, “Well, he has some interesting musical tastes.” Or, “He’s raised a fair amount of money and awareness to fight cancer.” Or, “O.K., today’s strip is truly funny.” All right, that last one, not so much.

And then, today, Tom, you pull this. You spend three weeks on an arc where Crazy Harry gets fired (or retires, according to one strip), with one week’s notice, and no severance, pension or unemployment benefit, and has to sell off his books and comics before accepting a part-time temp job (which he’d willingly do for no pay) at the Komix Korner. Come Sunday, he-e-e-e-e-re’s Harry, in full postie drag, to deliver the annual “Buon Natale dalla soleggiata Florida!” postcard from Tony (along with a bonus potshot at e-mail).

Admit it, Tom: your heart’s just not in it any longer. This is more egregious than having Les show up in Westview a week after getting on a plane to Tanzania. You fancy yourself a writer; you regularly lecture and chastise the readers; you dismiss as “beady-eyed” anyone who finds fault with your creative output. Even in a fictional milieu where continuity long ago became an afterthought, today’s strip signals to the readers that you flat-out don’t give a shit anymore.

The Retiring Type

Crazy Harry’s “retired”? That seems a little different from “cancelled“. Although in either circumstance, one would expect that there would be a pension, severance, even unemployment benefits that would make it unnecessary for Crazy to have to sell all his books. And selling them to John, who passed on buying Pete’s collection because he couldn’t afford it? Crazy might do better trading in his SUV in favor of a tiny Batiukmobile® like everyone else in town drives. With Maddie away at Kent, and his two younger children missing and presumed dead, what does he need with that gas guzzler?