Tag: Merry Christmas

Jingle Bells, Crankshaft Smells, Batiuk Laid An Egg…

Courtesy of that blog of his. For one brief, magical moment, I thought that maybe this was some sort of fantastical custom FW-themed “Monopoly” board, featuring all the FW locations we’ve come to know, love, then forget. Oh, because that would be freaking spectacular.

“You will never pass GO, you will never collect $200.”

“Awesome, the pizzeria! I own the comic book store and the sandwich shop, if I land on the travel agency, I’ll own ALL the utilities!”

“Cool, the cemetery! I’ll buy that, and put up two headstones! Once you’re up to four headstones, you can buy a crypt!”

“Hey, why is Les Moore’s house the most expensive property on the board?”

The Montoni’s apartment would be Baltic Ave., and Funky’s house would be Park Place. And jail would be the cancer ward. And “Free Parking” would be “Free Park Bench”! Oh, I’d actually physically fight him for it if such a wonderful thing existed. I’d buy one right now if only that was possible.

Have a Merry Christmas, all, and a nice, relatively Crankshaft-free New Year, too!

On To Shine

You thought you might be getting hilarity and even exciting group activities today, finally?!

Too bad! CBH has stolen this bus while TFH and Epicus are in the back napping off LisaPocalypse: The Day the Plot Stood Still. And Comic Book Harriet wants to celebrate Epiphany.

Epiphany is the traditional end to the Christmas season. In the Western Church it celebrates the visit of the Magi to a young Jesus, in the Eastern Church, Jesus’ baptism. In both cases the idea is that Jesus is being revealed to the world as something to be revered. Continue reading “On To Shine”

Merry Squick-mas

A very Merry Christmas to you all, SOSFers! Your Christmas will likely be merrier if you don’t read today’s strip, but linking to the latest Funky Winkerbean strip is kind of what we do here. Apologies.

I guess the jury is finally out (citation needed) on Morton’s “moves” (citation needed) and “charm” (citation needed). Bedside Manor needs to change the locks.

Slowly they turned…

Today’s strip is pretty inoffensive, as these things go. It might border on “nice” if we liked a single one of these characters.

Not sure why Funky and Holly look so surprised to see Morton playing the trombone. They know Morton is in this band. They know the band is playing at St. Spires. They walk into the Christmas Eve service hearing the strains of “Silent Night”. Put two and two together…

OK, sure, most of the churches I’m familiar with place both the choir and orchestra in front of the congregation rather than behind, but such a slight difference wouldn’t floor me like a character from the late They’ll Do It Every Time.

Maybe Funky has an excuse, he thinks churches are places to practice driving, but Holly has been depicted as at least a somewhat regular churchgoer.

Later On We’ll Inquire, While We Sing At St. Spires

Today’s strip might not quite be at the “Somehow Palpatine returned”-level, but “Luckily, one of the residents at Bedside Manor overheard that the band was playing here at St. Spires” is certainly on the list of history’s worst narrative solutions via exposition.

I think Funky and Holly must have gotten turned around driving on those snowy roads. Judging by the looks of this lady waving sheet music at them, I’d say they shot clear past Centerville, through a multiverse portal, and straight into Whoville. Specifically, the Whoville from the live-action Grinch movie. Fitting for this strip, I suppose.