Harry Dinkle – Page 27 – Son of Stuck Funky

Pizzacato

Dr. Harry L. Dinkle, professional dumbass. Just yesterday in real-time, but just a few minutes ago in strip-time, he discussed pizza as a fundraising tool–especially how you can use someone else’s pizza to make them miserable. And now he’s astonished to find pizza itself on the convention floor? Well, apparently he can’t remember anything for more than a few seconds. I guess that’s why he’s not following his own advice and churlishly reading the pamphlet.

One thing I am curious about–is this particular strip supposed to be funny? Or poignant? Or educational? Does it serve any purpose whatsoever except as one more step on the way to the 50th? Because I’ll be damned if I can find any content in this at all.

I don’t have any hatred for Tom Batiuk–in fact, I wish him all the luck in the world with his work. I just wish he’d try every now and then. But all the strips in recent months just seem to be one big nothing after another big nothing. It’s difficult for me to even get angry at the strip–it’s just so boring, such a squandered opportunity. He could tell interesting stories with this cast if he didn’t (apparently) believe that everything has to be miserable to be taken seriously.

What’s so great about being taken seriously?

Oh well. How about another Crankshaft! Funny how my phone hasn’t rung with an offer yet.

Cruel to be Kind

Link to today’s strip.

Well, today’s episode is quite “meta.” Dinkle here is advising people–and there’s no sugarcoating this–to be colossal dicks. His advice is downright mean–much nastier than just grabbing food and leaving. What a truly rotten human being. Again, the eternal question: this is supposed to be funny? That person in the front row sure seems to find it amusing.

I bet when he dines out, Dinkle pretends to calculate a tip for several minutes before leaving nothing. While smirking to himself over his cleverness.

No surprise with any of that, but what’s curious is that Dinkle is apparently chairing a seminar of how to behave at a convention…during the same convention. I have never heard of such a thing, and can’t imagine any use for it. It’s not like an orientation thing–“Welcome to the convention, here’s what to expect, here’s the schedule of events, here’s where the bathrooms are.”

No, this seems to be specifically how to be a colossal dick. So…I guess they got the right guy to run this one!

What I’d like to know–

–is, why is “Fundamentals” written with an apostrophe? That usually implies ownership of something. Now, “Convention Fundamental’s Favorite Pompous Ass” would work –why, it would work beautifully.

Thursday’s Crankshaft has far to go:

Pain as the Nose on Your Face

Link to today’s strip.

As the comic books say, “What th–?”

“On the nose” means “with great precision.” In other words, this comic has characters saying “I thought your talk was very precise,” and the other responding, “No, it was very scattered and vague.” So, Dinkle is saying he’s a talentless loser who wastes everyone’s time. Given yesterday’s strip, I can certainly agree with that! C’mon, Becky, you should pop that old coot with your patented left hook! Oh wait.

Now, if, in an alternate reality, “on the nose” meant “barely touching something,” then yes, that describes his clinic perfectly. And thus the comic makes a tiny bit of sense, with Dinkle responding, “No, I was more thorough than that.” But that makes Becky’s remark kind of insulting–and we certainly can’t have that if Dinkle is involved. But not to worry, “on the nose” doesn’t mean that, so no one is dissing Dinkle! Cancel the panic!

If a person is really determined to base his comic strip around word-play, then he needs to get that aspect done correctly. One cannot just take a phrase like “on the nose” and think, What other body parts can I use to make a pun? and just settle on the first thing that pops to mind. Making a good pun–and there are such beasts, from time to time–requires thought.

So, if Becky said Dinkle’s chat was “on the nose” he could say, “too bad, I was aiming for the brain,” then that could work as word-play. Admittedly, it took me half a minute to come up with that, and maybe Tom Batiuk just doesn’t have that kind of time available.

A while ago I suggested that we get together and buy Tom Batiuk a dictionary. I’m thinking now some kind of book on puns would be useful, too–maybe this one?

And here’s Wednesday’s Crankshaft! I’m telling you, that writing job is practically mine.

Smearing The Mess

Link to today’s strip.

Okay, as I mentioned yesterday I wasn’t in the band in high school. But even in my ignorance, I understand that what Dinkle is saying here is so utterly elementary that he should be scowled off the stage. “Oh, really? I thought I was just supposed to wave my baton around like an addled person. No wonder my Strauss sounds like Stockhausen!”

What’s next? “Those dots on the score, by the way, actually tell you what musical notes should be playing–and in what order they’re to be played!”

If there were a fourth panel, some variation on the above could be used to construct an actual “joke” if it came from an audience member. “Wow, I’m learning so much! Can you tell us which end of the trombone our students should blow in? We can never figure this out!”

That, however, would require that Dinkle be treated with disrespect, and we can’t have that.

Here’s my Tuesday Crankshaft. Enjoy!

Blankshaft

Link to today’s strip. (link corrected)

Greetings, folks, BChasm back in the slammer. Thanks to Epicus for a typically stellar hosting job; now you guys get to have the B team!

As Epicus noted yesterday, Dinkle is my least favorite Funky Winkerbean character. While Les is technically worse, with him, he will occasionally cough up some “writing” and one can see that his talent is as elusive as Funky’s wrecking bar whenever Les comes to visit. He can at least have the word “pathetic” spat at him; he provides all the evidence that makes the word apt.

Dinkle on the other hand is treated like a minor god in the Funkyverse. His every idiotic utterance is greeted as if it’s divine wisdom. And, unlike Les, he is never brought down to earth. Remember when the school computer was going to be a prop in Starbuck Jones, and Les started to bloviate, and Jim Kibblesnbits just shut him down with a “TMI”? That sort of thing should happen to Dinkle all the time, and yet it never does.

In today’s episode, for example, Becky ought to reply, “Wow, where did that boring little nugget come from? Does that rotten old hollow excuse for a brain just fire out this random garbage? I don’t even see a bus around here, so there’s not even a context you’re reacting to. How about shutting up some?”

But no, I’m sure a fourth panel would show her laughing uproariously. Because Dinkle.

I’m also sure the bus driver in the original “anecdote” would have answered something different, like “Strauss, huh? Well, how about that. Why don’t you sit in your seat and be quiet?”

Speaking of Strauss…I know some of the folks here played in the band in high school. Did any of your bands ever play Strauss, or any other waltzes for that matter? I can’t remember. My recollection is that the band tended to play marches and rah-rah-rah music at sporting events, but, like Tom Batiuk, my high school days are long behind me. Unlike him, I’m perfectly happy to keep them there.

PS: I think I’ll apply for a job writing Crankshaft. Here’s a sample of my work!