Tag: Funky

Drivin' with Your Eyes Closed

An emotionally drained Funky heads home after a trying day. Even with everything on his mind, though, his eyes are on the road and his hands are on the wheel at “ten and two”. But who’s coming the other way in that white Ford Fiesta? We’ve seen her before…and she still has not stopped laughing and telling her girlfriends about what she saw in front of Montoni’s last month: “Seriously, Ashleigh, I’m not kidding! Cory was walking around in front of the place wearing a pizza costume! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!”

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From yesterthread: Something about panel 2 in Tuesday’s strip inspired me to pay homage to Norwegian painter Edvard Munch. Enjoy.

Phoning It In

“Don’t want to talk while I’m driving! Talking while standing here in the street seems safe enough though!” Having faced down fleeting temptation, Funky phones home before hopping back in the mini-hearse and heading back to Westview.

That Was a Close One

Before he sips that nasty-looking cocktail, Funky’s better nature prevails, and a good thing, too. There was a time when I’d like to see our titular hero fall off the wagon, but any drunken shenanigans we’d be treated too would just lead to more misery.

The business in panel three with the bartender sucking down that abandoned Screwdriver (before the door even closes!) is actually pretty comical. Chalk up a point for TB.

Father's Daze

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That’s a vodka and orange? Orange juice or orange soda? Looks like piss…I can see the straw. That must be a hell of a strong drink. You’re supposed to pour the booze first, then the mixer. And where’s the ice? And why is the bar napkin next to the glass instead of under it? Did I mention I used to tend bar? These details are killing me.

Batiuk supplies another piece of the puzzle that is Pa Winkerbean: we learn that he liked the Cleveland Indians and corny jokes. The joke is similar to the one I heard after Cory Lidle died in a plane crash: they couldn’t sell beer in Yankee Stadium because they ran out of pitchers!

Meanwhile, the bartender muses to himself, Bogart-like: “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all of northeastern Ohio, this mope walks into mine…”

Guy Walks into a Bar

Raise your hand if you saw this coming.

As someone who tended bar on and off for over a dozen years, I always smile to see the classic comic strip depiction of The Bartender: wearing a bow tie and apron, and a rag wiping out a glass with a rag. That was me, kids, apron and all. Except I could usually manage a smile. This barkeep barely has a mouth; his panel 3 profile resembles Carl Anderson’s Henry (maybe this is just another tip of the Funky Fedora).

Note: In case you missed it on yesterday’s post, la gata loca broke a pretty major Funky development, so I’ve reprinted it here:

Completely unrelated to this weeks utterly depressing storyline, there’s an interesting sneak preview at some upcoming Summer 2010 strips

(SPOILER ALERT!)

In a return to the PTSD arc of a few months ago, things may be looking up for Wally in a story line, which personally, I think is very cool and remarkably un-Batiuk of late.  Of course, we may yet still be cruelly disappointed.

Wanna know? Well, you know those endings have to be earned and all…still you can savor the sneak peek at:

Bio/Interviews page of the Official Funky Winkerbean website at:

http://www.funkywinkerbean.com/bio.html