Becky continues to vent to anyone within earshot about how crazy her mother is making her, dramatically clutching her head to illustrate her point. So broken is this mother/daughter relationship that she turns to old Harry Dinkle for advice on how to “deal with her”. Harry helpfully shares a mean, passive-aggressive prank she can try. Because telling Roberta point-blank “Thanks for volunteering, but no thanks” isn’t an option.
Tag: mental illness
Hall-ucinations
Tell me what I’m missing here…
As she takes her final walk through the halls of Westview High, Susan spies a student at a locker. But wait, aren’t all the students gone for the summer? There’s something familiar about that girl, though… Whoa! That geeky girl in the bobbysox is Susan’s teenage self!
A little further along, Susan encounters another female, who, judging from her trajectory, has emerged from a solid wall to cross Susan’s path. Can anybody reading this (Mr. Batiuk?) tell me who the hell this woman is? She’s wearing an ID badge, so she must be a teacher…but surely we’ve met all 5 or 6 members of Westview’s teaching staff. Before she was forced to turn it in, Susan was never pictured without her ID badge…so is this the ghost of the future that Susan would have had? The hair’s a different color, but we’ve seen Susan as a blonde.
There’s no ambiguity in the last panel, that’s for sure. A mop, two brooms, and a garbage can bear witness to the final disposal of Susan Smith Westbrook.
Don’t miss this month’s excellent installment of FunkyWatch: June’s 12 Most Depressing ‘Funky Winkerbean’ (and Crankshaft) Strips over at Comics Alliance!
Smash! Wednesday
Who hasn’t found themselves in this situation before? Oh…everybody? Pete’s inability to keep to deadlines, coupled with an isolated lifestyle, has caused him to experience full-blown hallucinations.
Park Bench to Penthouse
“That’s right, Mr. Les: Woody Allen! And Elia Kazan, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott effin’ Fitzgerald…Billy Wilder, too! Who do ya think gave him that line ‘All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up’? Apple Annie Apple, tha’s who.” Les: she was suffering from schizophrenia, detached from the real world. Crazy as a rat in a coffee can. The closest thing to a writer that she “made the acquaintance of” was you, you gullible bastard.
And not for nothing, according to this strip from last May, I thought it was superstar Cynthia Summers who rescued Annie from life on the streets?
Well, Crank My Shaft!
Whaaaaaa? and double Whaaaaaa? This week we’ve gone from time-wasting non-punchlines to jam-packed exposition and mind-melting comics crossovers! Where to begin? Here’s an old man named Ed, looking for his daughter, the “well-known Chris Crankshaft”? If she’s well known and has an outlandish last name like that, why does Ed have to wander Central Park asking the homeless to help “locate” her? I’m not a long-time reader of Crankshaft, and I understand that Ed is stubbornly old-school, but has he not heard of the Google?
Son of Stuck Funky 
