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Grand Theft Humor

Link To Today’s Strip

Special thanks to TFH and the SoSF staff for everything they do!!

BanTom suddenly abandoning a premise he spent weeks setting up is certainly nothing new in the Funkyverse, he does it all the time. It’s called “writing”. It’s also annoying. But I forgot all about Mason Whatshisface as soon as I tried to decipher today’s brain-damagingly bizarre strip. The Jumbler? Finley’s Pharmacy? Holly pretending to be surprised by the sight of those two morons doing everything but working? What the f*ck?

Then I heard from the crack SoSF research team who informed me that within that massive wall of expository jibber-jabber lurk a few Dick Tracy references, which means that the long-rumored and much-dreaded Dick Tracy super mega crossover arc may be upon us…RIGHT NOW! For those of you not familiar with pop culture fads of the 1940s, Dick Tracy is a comic strip detective of some kind who regularly does battle with comically-named foes like The Jumbler (no doubt named for his propensity toward never properly organizing his comic books). I’m hoping this arc somehow involves Westview’s super-villain Dick Face, the man who paralyzes his foes with rage and disgust. “Watch out for the park bench, Mr. Tracy, it’s a trap!!”.

And once again Holly comes across as a total imbecile. I mean obviously they’re going to a police auction to bid on a huge lot of vintage comic books because of course they are. Duh. They’re not eating pizza or loitering around in that creepy store, so where else would they be going? To the library? The bank? To buy new clothes or fitness equipment? Home to their wives and families? Not bloody likely.

Thor-ly Mythed

Do they have a building occupancy fire code in San Diego? Because if the “Bermuda Rectangle” is so packed that one can’t move, it’s a disaster waiting to happen. Wimpy John, who surely has been to these things before, is no help whatsoever escorting Holly through the crowd. When who should arrive on Holly’s cue: not God (who must be too busy tormenting the folks back in Westview), but a god, the God of Thunder; or maybe the God of Fluster, judging from Holly’s reaction.

Hey, being your host for the last couple weeks has been excruciating fun! Get ready for Beckoning Chasm’s turn in the barrel. See ya in the comments! —TFH

Comic-Conjoined

The three amigos check in at what looks like the San Diego Marriott Marquis & Marina, already decked out their Comic-Con attire: John’s exchanged his customary black t-shirt with a Batman logo for a black t-shirt with an even bigger Batman logo, Crazy Harry wears a Jedi outfit, and Holly has gotten out the fabric marker to make her own Komix Korner pink t-shirt; all three are sporting their smirkiest smirks.

Batom Comics VS Reality

TB pivots from an industry about which he clearly knows little, to one that he professes to understand well…and still gets it wrong. Anyone who’s worked in or around the print industry knows that if a printer fucks up the job , he eats it; he re-runs the whole job at his own expense, not charging the client for a “correction run.”  Meanwhile TB amuses himself, if no one else, by name-dropping himself, and (mis-)quoting his Crankshaft strip from a month ago.