Grease Is The Word

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Here at the Funky Winkerbean Game Preserve, most of our animals are old and/or dead, so I want you to know how privileged you are–today, you’re seeing an actual humorous punchline, an animal we thought had died out long ago.  What you’re seeing today is a story you’ll be able to tell your grandchildren!  If you have grandchildren, that is, and they’ve been bad.

So yeah, props to Tom Batiuk for an actual funny joke.  Since most of the “self-depreciating” humor around here tends to be of the “no one understands my genius” type, stuff like this–stuff that actually acknowledges that Montoni’s specializes in the inedible–is a welcome relief.  I didn’t find myself laughing, certainly not smirking to beat the band the way Cayla is, but this is still an encouraging development.  But who wants to bet it’ll be the last “funny punchline” for several weeks?  I think it’s kind of a strain on Tom Batiuk’s abilities to do more than one each Moon cycle.

And can we please see a location other than Montoni’s?  A fellow member of the Legion of Snarker Heroes pointed out that we’ve been at this damned place for over a month.  How about something less gloomy and depressing, like a cancer ward?

Also, I think Funky is telling a teensie, weensie little fib there–from his appearance, I imagine he eats nothing but slabs of greasy lard, unless there’s something made of sugary paste he can use as a substitute.

And really, whoever chose the decor–specifically that tablecloth–I hope Funky at least gave him a ride back to the asylum.

Fun Not Included

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And another plotline deflates with a soft, farting noise, like a balloon animal lying long forgotten in a dust-covered toy box, in the attic of an abandoned house sitting silent in the rain.

This whole “Harry’s 50th Wedding Anniversary” arc has been dull even by Funky Winkerbean standards and folks, that’s saying a lot.

Let me mention something here.  I was originally scheduled to assist Fearless Leader some weeks ago, but that conflicted with a trip out of town, so Fearless Leader wisely scheduled Mr. Epicus Doomus in my stead.  A good thing too, as it turned out I had no internet access (other than a smart phone–have you ever tried to blog with a smart phone?).  I mention this not because it’s interesting but because it illustrates the way in which most stories are told–something begins, there’s a crisis to be resolved, people work to resolve the crisis, and there’s a satisfying conclusion.

Now, my new superpowers only go as far as “sidekick” so I have no idea if this Harry-Crapper continues next week.  But this story is like one told by a five-year-old.  “There was this man and he wanted to give a lady a special party and he did and everything was great and then they went to Niagara Falls.”  No tension, no drama, nothing unexpected–it’s as if Lucy promised Charlie Brown that she’d let him kick the football, and he did, and it was a pretty good kick.  In other words, boring.

It does lend some credence to my idea that the characters in this strip are avatars of folks in Tom Batiuk’s real life, and that their portrayal rises and falls depending on how his relationship with them wavers.  Note Fred Fairgood, who gave a little tour of his old apartments and then suddenly suffered a crippling stroke.  I bet the real-life Fred’s Christmas card wasn’t quite up to Tom’s standard.  Bull Bushka is the opposite example; once a bully and nemesis, now he is generally treated pretty well in Westview.   I think Tom Batiuk met the real-life Bull a few years ago and the two of them found they got along pretty well.

So, I’m guessing that Harry Dinkle was an especially beloved teacher.  (Unless he’s another author avatar.  Shudder.)  Harry is always treated with respect (in the strip) and so far as I can recall, he’s never interacted with Les.  That’s the only reason I can see that Les was barely at the party, and he never gave out lame smirks and worse puns.  Harry’s not to be smirked at, nor punned into.

But that’s no excuse to have nothing happen.

Pretty sad is the idea that this represents how Tom Batiuk’s own 50th anniversary happened.  Even sadder if this represents how he wished it happened.

Niagara Falls?! Slowly I Turn…

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So, in addition to being cheap and band-obsessed, Harry fails to keep promises.   I’m thinking I like this guy less and less.  Harriet seems to feel the same way–“Hang on.  You’re going to keep a promise…that you made over fifty years ago?”  *SWOON*

Once again, the artwork amazes.   Nate has a massive nose and mustache in panel one, as well as a slightly stretched head; if not for the fact that he’s wearing the same shirt, he looks like a different character in panel two.  Similarly, his wife’s hair seems to’ve crawled back up her scalp in panel two.

Which is a good example of, yes, beady-eyed nitpicking.  But riddle me this:  when a strip is entirely free of interesting content, whaddya supposed to talk about?

Ten Pounds of Words in a Five Pound Bag

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Greetings, fellow snarkers, ’tis I, BChasm, filling in for Fearless Leader.   Yes, for the next week or two, I get to drive the garbage truck!

And what a load we have today.  Look at that giant overflowing bag in panel two!   Someone doesn’t know how to properly stuff a garbage can.  How about, “The hard part was keeping it a secret from you”?   I know, I know, the word balloon was drawn a year ago and the text to fill it was worked out only a couple of weeks back, but come on, man.

At any rate, it does give us a clue why Harry and Harriet are celebrating their anniversary at Montoni’s.  Harry was only pretending to be cheap and pretending to be band-obsessed to fool Harriet into thinking he was cheap and band-obsessed.    Which I’m sure he’s totally not, guys.  Anyone who’s into art and drama and stuff could see that.

I have to dock Tom Batiuk a few points for failing to note which anniversary this is.  Tsk, tsk, Mr. Batiuk.  He failed to do that yesterday, too!  Whatever happened to craftsmanship?  Also, why is it that the characters Tom Batiuk clearly likes best are the most loathsome?   I find this Harry guy a complete waste of time.

I’m going to give you guys a slight spoiler alert for tomorrow:  if there are any local stores that have a good deal on brain bleach, you might want to stock up.

What the Heck Do We Care?

Now you know how many ‘holes it takes to fill Montoni’s Pizzeria.

TheDiva
July 10, 2013 at 11:50 pm
Okay, folks, place your bets:
Halle is drawn in the background of a Sunday spread in a listless nod to continuity: 6/1

Does Halle Dinkle’s presence here qualify as a “crossover” if nobody knows about her comic strip? She’s the one helpfully holding up a placard-sized “Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad” card. There’s another unfamiliar face in the crowd, above Dinkle’s head, whose identity will be revealed Friday (as an afterthought; TB’s just giving a shout-out to one of his music friends). Rachel’s been made to don the dreaded red apron but Wally (and his wonder dog Buddy) have been permitted to mingle with the invited guests. I would give Dead Skunk Head John a hard time for showing up in a t-shirt, but hey: we’re in a pizza parlor.

Get ready for another guest blogger: starting Monday, it’s the snark stylings of Beckoning Chasm!