Harriet promised you an epic screed from me about this week’s shenanigans. This isn’t that screed, but it’s coming. In part because I want to be 100% sure there’s no second week of this arc. So right now, this is a quick TBTropes entry about the finale of the arc about the festival of Ohio-related books. I refuse to give them any more free advertising space than Tom Batiuk already has. Continue reading “Jumped The Comic Book”
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Saturday’s Strip WAS Available For Preview.
Short post tonight, as I am still trying to digest all the amazing, thoughtful, literary discussions you nitters had on the last post. I kept on opening the reply tab, staring at the blinking cursor, but gradually realizing that someone else in the comments chain had already said it better than I had.
Thanks for all the kind words on the James Joyce parody. It really wasn’t as impressive as it sounded since I used the first chapter of the novel as a direct template, and only changed a few words per paragraph to turn it Funky. It’s 90% Joyce, 10% nonsense.
I am trying to organize my thoughts into something concise about Wally Vs DSH. Hope to get that out soon.
In the meantime, please enjoy the preview of Saturday’s Crankshaft I managed to hack out of GoComics.
Rock Bottom Remainders
And the winner of the Crankshaft punchline contest is….
Duck of Death with “God damn that bitch! I ordered stones!”
Ducky! Please come up to accept your prize! I know it’s half-assed and terrible looking. But so is Crankshaft these days.
Skipping Along
SO, (heh heh,) CBH is tagging in, and we’re back in Crankshaft, back in the McKenzie’s attic, and back in the glorious year of 2007, (for now.)
Eric ‘Mooch’ Myers is gushing about some 60-year-old comic books with more passion and devotion than we could ever expect him to show a lover.
And, for whatever reason, yes we are STILL in the attic.
Cranking It Up!
CBH at the helm for this one. And FIRST OF ALL.
We’ve reached the maximum busy season for farm work here in CBHville. Where we are trying to simultaneously finish planting beans, chop rye hay, spray weeds, apply fertilizer, care for cows, AND (most daunting of all) clean my parent’s basement for my sister’s family to arrive for Memorial Day.
I was feeling overwhelmed.
Son of Stuck Funky 