Tag: John

Free, Free-foolin’

In today’s strip, John is an idiot.

That’s not really a snarky summary of today’s strip, that is quite literally the gag TB has written and illustrated.

So did DSH leave the room for this phone conversation? Does Komix Korner have more than one room? I understand that they would not have gotten the gist of the entire phone conversation from standing 5 feet away, but Lefty and Crazy didn’t overhear this “do it for free” exclamation?

Whatever. Both Crazy and Lefty are astonished by DSH’s idiocy, which is itself astonishing. The latter is married to him and the former has spent 8-10 hours a day for several years working with him, they should both be well aware of the depths of his idiocy.

Tuesday, September 20

Today’s strip was not available for preview.

In lieu of commentary on what I assume will be the latest chapter in DSH’s Hollywood adventure in not getting sued, enjoy this classic FW strip from the last time something unexpected happened at Komix Korner: March 7, 2005.

DSH getting arrested by DB Cooper a subtly-dressed undercover police officer for selling Japanese “adult” comic books to… adults.  One of my all-time favorite Funky Winkerbean strips.

Hollywood Calling

Are we being led to believe that the events of this week’s FW– John’s posting the plot synopsis to the web, Pete’s discovery of same, alerting the studio and identifying and tracking down the skunk-headed culprit – have all transpired in one day of strip time? “Hard to tell” indeed! John (like fellow comics nerd Pete Rudomanski) always, always is seen wearing the same shirt. But Crazy Harry’s still rockin’ that blue shortsleeve we saw him in on Monday…and we know it ain’t a postal uniform.

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Paul Jones
September 15, 2016 at 3:12 am
Well, there is a remedy: calling in legal to sue John into the Stone Age.

Batiuk’ll go ya one better: how about “back to a ball of dirt“? That’s one for the Batiukionary! Something that’s even nearer and dearer to TB’s heart than old comic books and weird turns of phrase is protection of intellectual property. And while siccing one’s lawyers on, say, a blogger for “unauthorized use of the Funky Winkerbean name, trademark or comic strips” might be valid, query what standing has the studio to go after Dead Skunk Head? And if that’s the lawyers calling John, how the hell did they get his number?

Rest Assured That I Was on the Internet within Minutes

It’s developing rather slowly, natch, but we see his week’s plot begin to take shape: “dyed-in-the-wool fan” John, not content with merely possessing advance knowledge of the Starbuck Jones plot, is compelled to disseminate it online. It’s the only way this overgrown adolescent, alienated from the affection of his busy wife and running an unprofitable comic book shop to support two children who are not his own can be made to feel alive.