Tag: gazebo

Skin and 'Bone

The Winkerbean men sure are tight with a buck! A couple Sundays ago we witnessed Funky treating the missus to an anniversary “celebration”… at the pizzeria he owns. Today, his cousin/nephew Sgt. Sunkencheeks’ idea of a birthday surprise for his girlfriend is inviting her to see him perform in a free band concert.

Lisa's Lunacy

http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComick.mpl?date=20101106&name=Funky_Winkerbean

la gata loca
November 2, 2010 at 8:07 pm
…Lesismoore is simply too in love with his image of himself to share “his” space with anyone else.  Even Zombie Lisa is really just a figment of his imagination and pathological self-absorption…Zombie Lisa, when she appears, is just Les patting himself on the back…

coronation53
October 31, 2010 at 10:08 pm
No mentally healthy person is as stuck in the past as this Les is. One can give the friends there the benefit of the doubt, and assume that they do not understand what Les is seeing in his mind’s eye. If they do, they should be carrying out an intervention to help direct him to a way of overcoming his depression.

Please, please let today’s panel 3 spell closure, not only to the “Les Finally Gets Published (Again)” story arc, but to Lisa’s ghostly presence. “Spanky” needs to choose a living, breathing, flesh and blood companion; either that, or let him to join his “favorite girl” in the afterlife. Query whether this is not Les’ sweet reverie, but rather Lisa’s own hell: condemned to spend eternity in Westview, the town that joy forgot.

Elvis vs. Jaws

http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComick.mpl?date=20100714&name=Funky_Winkerbean

Funky’s brief glimmer of pleasure at seeing his future wife in her teen majorette splendor is short-lived: he’s back to ruminating about the very unfairness of adult life. The “saved by rock and roll” cliché is just that: did any of us in our youth really, really take it to heart? I sure hope not.

Is Funky now wandering in circles? Yesterday he was standing beside the gazebo; today he’s approaching it from a distance.

Instead of the mangled mixed metaphor in panel three (I’m thinking of a Great White swinging a baseball bat)…it would be funny to have somebody overhear Funky in panel two and exclaim, “What? Elvis? Died???“

The Holly Budd Story

Well, look who’s up and about.  Continuity has gone right out the window, folks. Not only are we back in the late 20th century, but we went from twilight in Sunday’s strip to full daylight yesterday. Now we see the band members are still milling about the gazebo, so presumably we’re still in the same day. And Old Funky continues his out-loud spoken observations as he leans against the tree, ogling Britney Spears young Holly Budd. He’s right, kids: by the time you reach adulthood, concepts like “happy” and “carefree” will be totally alien to your lives.