Nowhere, my fellow snarkers, nowhere! This week is so deadly-dull that even the title character is looking at his watch. It’s almost enough to make you miss the Hindenburg-sized word balloons TB would use to espouse his rants through Les about how much society should pay more attention to his cancer-strips. Let’s state the obvious; he’s going to visit his dad. Unless his dad is dead or doing the Macarena because he just won the lotto we should *not* have to suffer through such a long build-up.
Unlike the “Tar Ball” pun at the end of the Snowbirds week we get the pun early in this story arc. There’s so little for me to work with here… yet another mind-numbingly boring panel of “Funky Driving” surely to be followed tomorrow by the equally mundane “Funky Parking” scene.
Khan is back! Sort of. I mean, he’s there to deliver what I think is supposed to be some sort of wry observational wit but other than that he’s not doing much more than handing Rachel a pizza for a non-existent customer. I’m hoping this isn’t a set-up for a week full of Khan and Rachel getting closer and all lovey-dovey, ’cause we can only take so many love triangles in Westview.
Guess blogger David Orth here, filling in while TFHackett takes care of his aunt’s cat while she’s out of town. I have seen the future and it’s going to hard to be punny this week but bear with me!
Not much to say about today’s strip, other than I seem to recall a certain now very dead Lisa having a similar comic-cover panel showing her as Wonder Woman and fighting cancer. We all know how that turned out, right, huh?
It’s also exasperating that, even with a buff body and thankfully-shaded package that Funky is still able to deliver stilted dialog that no one would ever say.
Say it with me. I live. I am alive!
Keisha: it didn’t sound weird until you followed it up with “as weird as that sounds.” And of course Les will like it: he’s not crazy; he’s (say it with me now) the last sane person on the planet.
Son of Stuck Funky 