And now, we return you to your scheduled program of…
Speaking Frankly, The Fallen Leaf.
Tonight we’re travelling back to a magical place, Hollywood. And we’re travelling back to a magical time, 2016.
Midwestern Boy On His Own
Tag: Lenny
Reality Bites Back
I’M BACK, MY NITTERS!
And I’m, once again, asking for you to remember that VOTING FOR THE 2022 FUNKY AWARDS ENDS THIS WEEK. January 21.
That’s right my beautiful beady-eyed picker-pals! CBH has returned from her baby-dunking trip to the south, and is all puffed up on her new godmotherly authority! It was a very nice playing with the sister-spawn and various in-laws, and getting fed plenty of deliciously greasy southern hospitality. The only tiny rain cloud tacked to the silver lining is that I missed some great discussions. Beckoning went on an epic alcohol fueled Frankie beat down. Sorial got everyone dissecting time skips. Then Eldon of Galt popped out of lurker mode to talk about Re-Boot. And I MISSED IT. I can’t believe I missed talking about Re-Boot.
Paper or Plastic Dirt-Bag?
Never mind the title of this entry; sometimes it’s really hard to be clever, as Frankie (and a certain cartoonist) can well attest. So, like a certain cartoonist might say, you grab a word out of the material in front of you and think, “What goes with ‘dirt’?” You might find yourself surprised by your findings. And not in a good way.
Anyway. So, Frankie and Lenny see Mason and Marianne walking away toward the studio soundstage.
Somehow, this gives Frankie ideas. Big ideas–the kind his boss, Fred Flintstone, wants. The kind he knows Fred will see, and he’ll get that maniacal gleam in his eyes. “Boys,” he’ll say, “boys, this–this is good. This is really, really good. Yabba-dabba-do!”
And, using a bit of imagination, I can see the headlines now:
As Alfred E. Neuman once offered, “Perfect for framing or wrapping fish!” What he once said about his own portrait might now apply to certain sections of the newspaper in their entirety.
DuMbZ Part 3 in 3-D
Oh Good God. You know, the other day when I said that Frankie’s big scoop would be “Elder Stars of ‘Starbuck Jones’ in Torrid Affair,” I was kidding. I didn’t think that anyone, and I mean anyone, would notice such an innocent-looking stroll and think, “Oh, boy, look at the scandal right in front of me–here’s my next paycheck!”
Frankie is really, really bad at this villain business. Sure, I recognize that he has the requisite sleaze factor (based solely on the fact that Westview hates him, so who knows if that sleaze actually exists). But he would also have to have some kind of journalistic ability, and the judgment necessary to recognize when a story is not a story, and vice-versa. And italics.
Of course, I don’t know why Clean-Shaven Fred Flintstone is even taking the time to berate them. In case he didn’t notice, the network already ran with both of these stories. It’s way, way too late to decide they just aren’t up to snuff. It’s also hard to tell his reporters, “Don’t do that thing that we used, and that we paid you for. Just stop doing that. What? What should you do instead? I don’t know. I’ll let you know after we run your work in prime time.”
Unless…the last two days were a dream sequence for Frankie? I would not put it past this comic strip to pull that one.
Off Track
Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. today’s strip returns to the Frankie plot-line which is horrible for two reasons:
1. Whatever these two dopes are plotting, please get on with it! Talking in veiled, coded language just confuses everyone. Even if you came right out and said what your Big Plan was we’d probably still be confused because it’s going to be something really, really dumb.
2. Most of last week’s black and white rambling from Jupiter Jones ended up going absolutely nowhere. One could credit this as a slow-burn sort of plot building but there’s so many loose ends that never get returned to I’m guessing there’s a good chance the jealousy Cindy has may not even be visited again.
Son of Stuck Funky 