Is this the Lisa’s Legacy Race or the Halloween Parade? How else to explain the person with Funky who is wearing that giant paper mache replica of Holly’s head? Check the body language of Mr. and Mrs. Winkerbean: instead of ambling along, arm in arm, Funky appears to be elbowing Holly aside, while she staggers under the weight that gargantuan cranium. I’m not kidding, that head’s like Sputnik! Spherical, but quite pointy in parts. Well, that was off sides, wasn’t it? She’ll be crying herself to sleep tonight…on her huge pillow. (Can anyone name that movie?)
Tag: Holly
Popcorn Surprise

Jumping from bad-date story to bad-date story; only the pushy female and unwilling male have been changed (and popcorn subbing for fried pickles). Funky has apparently suffered a relapse (he was at work, without the neck brace only a week ago) and has planted himself on the couch to enjoy a little TV…only to be literally dragged away to the INEPLEX to catch a screening of IRO MA. Of course, this being the Westviewniverse, Funky’s night is ruined when the ticket-seller sells him his tickets at a senior discount, which you think would make the penny-pinching bastard happy.
Mindf*** Jones
Today’s entry feels like a filler strip bridging us over to Sunday. In case it was lost on anyone two weeks ago: yes, somehow by conflating time travel and dreams, Old Funky put it in Young Funky’s head to buy a comic that would be ridiculously valuable a mere 25 to 30 years hence. Way to put a big bow on it, TB.
Sub-Prime of Life
“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind carries me across the sky.” —Ojibwe saying (by way of The Sopranos)
It’s not enough that Funky’s long strange trip has touched on themes of aging parent issues, flirtation with alcoholic relapse, the perils of distracted driving, and leaving one’s youth behind. The Great Wind that is Tom Batiuk cannot rest without piling on yet another “timely” reference to the struggling economy.
Rag, Mama, Rag
Now that he’s banged up and bruised, they’re all getting their licks in at Funky’s expense…the smartass nurse, the wisecracking physical therapist…but nobody has been savoring the schadenfreude more than “Headlight Stuck in a Deer” Holly. Keep it up, you toothless crone…that look that Funky’s giving you in the second panel tells me that your time is gonna come…



