Trying to make sense of today’s strip, I realized how Tony Montoni must have felt when Darin came aboard and started yammering about enabling customers to order pizzas using their “I-Phones“. So fat Funky isn’t just a casual jogger: he’s actually enlisted a “Digital Trainer” to track his progress. I suppose it’s paying off, since these two slobs have enough wind to carry on a conversation as they lumber along.
Les really needs to get back on that psychiatrist’s couch, where we found him five years ago at the beginning of Act III. Yesterday it was the world conspiring against him; today he dares not show his excitement about the Lisa’s Legacy Run, lest he draw “unwanted attention from the universe.” Th’ fuck?
Okay…just shoot me now. Funky arrives at Moore Manor for what I expect is the beginning of this year’s Lisa’s Legacy Run story arc. On the plus side, today’s panels at least are cheerfully colored; a nice change after yesterday’s dismal scene. On the minus side: I may be forced to add tags for “Les’ blue Kent State T-shirt” and for every time a character uses the phrase “I rest my case“.
Nothing, nothing to see or chuckle at today, folks. Just a couple of bandy legged, middle-aged white men trying to stay the hell out the way of a couple of younger, healthier Caucasians, in a setting that’s meant be a park in autumn but whose hazy amber hues suggest the midst of a forest fire.
“The worst time to have a son is 18 years before a war.” –Anon.
As Cory innocently frolics on the lawn with his carnival buddies Evil Sunglasses Kid and Baseball Cap Boy, Holly puts on her Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes and is surprised to see her husband doing the same. Seems that his son’s enlistment has awakened Funky’s spiritual side, compelling him to return to church for what must be the first time in a couple years.
Son of Stuck Funky 