Tag: Nate

Help, I'm a Rock

Link to today’s strip.

I seem to recall that part of the rationale for the “second time jump” in October of 2007 was to allow Batiuk to focus on Westview’s younger generation. That focus seems to consist of pointing out what a bunch of clueless, mindless, shiftless underachievers they are.

The class of 2011 can’t be bothered to cover up the previous senior class’ tag on Senior Rock with more battleship-gray paint. Not when they can just put their imprint on the smaller, adjacent rock. Nate’s correct about the current senior class “running pretty much true to form”; recall the class of 2010’s similarly half-assed stab at graffiti immortality.

Uncharted

Dammit, it’s a party! Don’t they have anything else to talk about besides her damn divorce becoming final? “It reminds me of who I am…” Gee, so profound. No wonder Susan is drawn to Les. And the “punchline”, like many of TB’s “punchlines”, just ain’t funny. Is moving up the seating chart a good thing? Who the hell knows?

The Name Game

I thought he’d finally settled on Cayla, but Les is either totally insensitive, or he’s really diggin’ stringing these two along. What is up with him? Can’t he just leave it at “Good for you”? He has to get all creepy? “Susan Smith is the way I remember you best…when you were the student and I was Mister Moore…” I wish Cayla would dump that glass of box wine over the both of them, or even better, smash the glass and cut ’em up with it. So sick of this.

Meanwhile in panel 1, what little joke is being shared by principal Nate and Dead Skunk Head John? I like to think that they’re having a good laugh at Les’ expense. “Ofay’s wearin’ that nasty ol’ yellow shirt again!” “Yeah, Nate, y’know, even Superman changed his tights once in a while!”

Stump the Band

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You know something? For the folks who only read the funnies on Sunday, Funky Winkerbean is still a “comic” strip. Sunday-only readers have been spared the oil spill cleanup, Funky’s physical therapy and nursing-home visit, Wally’s battle with PTSD, the rescue-dog thingy, the grueling band turkey sale, and most of the never-ending book tour. The Sunday Funkiverse offers tales of Scapegoat football and girls’ hoops, Funky picking out a car, Mr. Kablichnik and his wacky class…and now today, with Les lying amongst plane wreckage for all we know, it’s time for Band Hi-Jinks.