Tuesdays with Funky

GH DavidO here, trying to fill in TFHackett’s DSH-sized shoes today with an update!

After having announced every single thing that he’s been doing out-loud for the last few minutes (Jock itch is comin’ back! I’ll need to get some more cream) Funky darn near walks right into the unseen cameraman, pausing with a look of Crankshaftian indignation.  The camera mercifully backs away from nose hair that could use a good weed-whacking and we’re treated to a slightly stunned Funky regarding… something.  An orangutan in drag? Zombie Lisa riding a penny horse? Two dogs doing it?

The Wanderer

Oh, man. TB’s gonna play this for laughs? I understand that Batuik’s had first-hand experience with cancer, but has he had to deal with aging parents who need care? We’re not talking about a pet who keeps sneaking under the fence. Sigh. Speaking of cancer, Wally’s looking mighty gaunt.

No Place Like Home

So this answers the question “Where’s Wally?” I’ve got another one: where’s the joke? Another thing, whether Wally is Funky’s nephew or cousin…Pa Winkerbean is still kin to Wally. He’s not aware of the senior Winkerbean’s situation? There is no sense to be found here. Give TB credit, though, for tapping a new vein of human misery: adding “Putting your parent in a nursing home” to his grim repertoire of cancer, alcoholism, suicide, divorce, mental illness, teen pregnancy…

Geezer, Please

The comics-savvy folks around here have already pointed out that whatever value attached to Starbuck Jones #1 is greatly diminished by that fact that it’s not bagged or better still, slabbed (submitted to an independent grading company and encased in a sealed, hard plastic container). TB, who is supposedly comics-savvy, sees fit to place this highly valuable artifact in the sweaty, pasty paws of Dead Skunk Head John.

I was so in awe of Funky’s shape-shifting skull in panel three that I brought it to life: