Today’s strip is both stupid and gross. I have nothing else to say about it.
Here are some better comic strips, read them instead…
Tag Archives: Old dying people
by billytheskink | May 20, 2022 · 10:30 pm
Off The Depend
Filed under Son of Stuck Funky
Tagged as awful wordplay, bad wordplay, complete lack of humor, Complete Worthless Ass, crappy ploddinng stories that never get anywhere, Crazy, Crazy Harry, curmudgeonly oldsters, disembodied hand, Funky, Funky Winkerbean, Funkys, hip, Holly, I used to be cool, idiocy, isn't it ironic?, lame wordplay, misappropriated wordplay, Montoni's, Montoni's apron, moronic grins, Now Crazy Harry, Now Funky, old crap, Old dying people, pizza, really dumb questions, sad-sackery, sheer idiocy, Squick, stupid, sub-moronic wordplay, terrible wordplay, the inevitable ravages of age, the raptor claw in Holly's hair, the ravages of age, tiny hands, toilet humor, unnatural hand gestures, wordplay
by billytheskink | May 19, 2022 · 10:30 pm
It’s not even a proper hip. It’s polystyrene.
Today’s strip FINALLY gets to the point, if indirectly and dishonestly. Despite his protesting, Crazy doesn’t really want to be hip… He’s not sad that he doesn’t have the time or energy to keep up with what’s popular on the radio Spotify these days, he’s sad that listening to new music would require a modicum of effort from him. He’s sad because he has decided he wouldn’t enjoy listening to anything new even though he hasn’t even tried.
In short, he’s sad that what’s “hip” doesn’t conform to what he already likes.
Well if that isn’t this comic strip in a nutshell…
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Tagged as awful wordplay, bad wordplay, bitter resignation, bitterness, bricks, complete lack of humor, Complete Worthless Ass, Crazy, Crazy Harry, curmudgeonly oldsters, Funky, Funky Winkerbean, Funkys, hatchet face, hip, I used to be cool, lame wordplay, misappropriated wordplay, Montoni's, neatly lettered signs, Now Crazy Harry, Now Funky, Old dying people, old useless junk, pathetic attempts at relevance, Pun, punnery, puns, sad-sackery, sub-moronic wordplay, terrible wordplay, the inevitable ravages of age, the ravages of age, wordplay
by billytheskink | May 18, 2022 · 10:30 pm
So your Haiku is stuck somewhere between Chipmunks and early Springsteen…
Hip hip hip hip hip Today's strip more of the same It just never ends Chipmunks to Springsteen Crazy's music tastes cover '58-'80 Only now Crazy? How hip did you feel during The last 40 years?! "You can become hip, Just listen to new music" - Captain Funkvious Funky's bald advice Somehow smartest thing in years In this comic strip Funky's silhouette Recognizably human Crazy's, not so much Listening to this No wonder no customers Are at Montoni's Make it stop make it Stop make it stop make it stop Make it stop oh please
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Tagged as age discrimination, Alvin and the Chipmunks, awful wordplay, bad wordplay, Bruce Springsteen, Crazy, Crazy Harry, crosshatching, curmudgeonly oldsters, endless tedium, flying music notes, Funky, Funky Winkerbean, hatchet face, hip, lame wordplay, misappropriated wordplay, Montoni's, Montoni's apron, music, music in general, musica, Now Crazy Harry, Now Funky, Old dying people, one of those arcs that just never seems to end, pizza, silhouette, silhouettes, sub-moronic wordplay, terrible wordplay, the inevitable ravages of age, things that never end, tile, unnatural hand gestures, very old gags, wordplay
by billytheskink | May 17, 2022 · 10:30 pm
Quoth the unshaven “Anymore”
If today’s strip is to be believed, Crazy Harry is completely unaware of a genre of music that has been a major force in popular music for three-and-a-half decades now, and is arguably well into its second decade as the dominant genre of music in the United States. Where has Crazy been? Living under a rock (booooooooo!) since the Reagan administration?
Funky lives up to his name for once, brimming with mildly more modern musical knowledge than Crazy, the Act I gang’s resident music fan and audiophile dating back even to his early appearances. I guess he’s now not only channeling NASCAR legend Mark Martin’s haircut but also Martin’s unexpected rap music fandom.
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Tagged as awful wordplay, bad wordplay, Crazy, Crazy Harry, curmudgeonly oldsters, flying music notes, Funky, Funky Winkerbean, groaner, hip, hip hop, I used to be cool, idiocy, jukebox, lame wordplay, Montoni's, Montoni's apron, music, Now Crazy Harry, Now Funky, Old dying people, Pun, punnery, puns, really dumb questions, sheer idiocy, sub-moronic wordplay, terrible wordplay, the inevitable ravages of age, the ravages of age, why?, wordplay
by billytheskink | May 16, 2022 · 10:30 pm
Licorice Pizza
OK, I’ll start positive today. Here’s something I like about today’s strip, Ayers uses bubble panel borders correctly, to denote a memory of dream sequence. Yeah, that doesn’t sound like much, but coming from TB’s pencil for decades it meant “present day in-strip setting change”, a maddening misinterpretation of longstanding comic art language.
And now, for everything else…
A pizza spinning on your turntable used to be a sort of shorthand for “cool”, in that it signified you were someone cool enough to have just a had a party wild and “crazy” enough that some nut tried to play a pizza and everyone was having too much “fun” to notice (see this well-known scene from Sixteen Candles, for example). However, a pizza spinning on your turntable when you are alone in your own room with your headphones on is not “cool”. Silly, whimsical, weird, crazy? Sure… but not cool. One could even describe Crazy’s memory as rather sad, given the contrast between him listening to his pizza alone in his room compared to the sight of a pizza on a turntable signifying a really good time shared by friends.
Furthermore, was the music produced by the pits of a pizza ever “cool”? Since every Youtube video of someone “playing” a pizza on a turntable is just a gag to dub in “That’s Amore”, I am forced to assume that it actually sounds like an EP for a British New Wave band. In that case, yes, it actually was cool.
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Tagged as Act I call-backs, awful wordplay, bad wordplay, Classic Crazy Harry, Crazy, Crazy Harry, curmudgeonly oldsters, flashback, flashback thought bubbles, Funky, Funky Winkerbean, groaner, hip, I used to be cool, lame wordplay, LP, misappropriated wordplay, Montoni's, Montoni's apron, Now Crazy Harry, Now Funky, Old dying people, old gags from the 1970's, pizza, sepia-tone, stupid, stupid cloud bubble panel border, sub-moronic wordplay, terrible wordplay, the inevitable ravages of age, the ravages of age, uninteresting stupid anecdotes, very old gags, wordplay
by billytheskink | May 15, 2022 · 10:30 pm
Hip to be square
I’m sure Epicus Doomus is happy to not be blogging about old men having boring conversations for the first time in months weeks (tip of the Funky felt-tip to you for your endurance), but neither I (billytheskink, hello there) nor the readers are going to be so lucky. Nope, today’s strip offers a change of venue but not of subject, old men just won’t stop blandly contemplating the decline of themselves and their worlds… and our venue may well shift back to last week’s graveyard by the end of the week if Crazy can’t name that tune in 12 notes.
Yep, Crazy’s a goner. Dang, and I had Frd Fairgood in the death pool.
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Tagged as apron, backs of ears, Crazy, Crazy Harry, curmudgeonly oldsters, flying music notes, Funky, Funky Winkerbean, hip, jukebox, labored setup, lame wordplay, Montoni's apron, Montoni's, Montoni's T shirt, music, music in general, Now Crazy Harry, Now Funky, Old dying people, pepperoni, pizza, sad-sackery, terrible wordplay, the inevitable ravages of age, the ravages of age, trite dialog
by billytheskink | December 25, 2021 · 10:30 pm
Il Dunce
Finally having a clear schedule after directing both the choir and the band at St. Spires’ Christmas Eve service, Dinkle has no time to rest as he prepares in today’s strip to march in the Tournament of Roses Parade with his fellow fans of fascist regalia band directors. Seems like this thing was announced years ago (about 6 months, actually), but I guess The World’s Greatest Band DirectorTM doesn’t need more than a week to prepare. He does, however, need a little help from the tailor… something Harriet realized 11 years ago (a time so long ago that Dinkle was watching recordings of his concerts on his flip phone).
What assuredly entertaining and engrossing things will Dinkle get up to in Pasadena? I don’t know, but it will be Spaceman Spiff who will guide us through them. Good luck and happy holidays!
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Tagged as ancient Dinkle gags, band, band directing, curmudgeonly oldsters, Dinkle, Dinkle's house, dumb clothing jokes, exposition, giant mouths, Harriet, Harry Dinkle, hatchet face, insufferability, old crap, Old Dinkle, Old dying people, old Harry Dinkle, old useless junk, the inevitable ravages of age, the ravages of age, Tournament of Roses Parade, very old gags
by billytheskink | December 24, 2021 · 10:30 pm
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.
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Tagged as An idiocy of Winkerbeans, bricks, cartoonish sexual tension, Christmas, crippling snowfall, dinner, Funky, Funky Winkerbean, Funky's dad, Funkys, geriatric sex, heavy snow, holiday extravaganzas, Holly, Lillian, Merry Christmas, Mort, Morton, Morton Winkerbean, Now Funky, Old dying people, silhouette, silhouettes, snow, Squick, St. Spires, symbols associated with Christianity, the inevitable ravages of age, the raptor claw in Holly's hair, the ravages of age
by billytheskink | October 1, 2021 · 10:30 pm
Dej-UGH Vu
We can only hope that today’s strip marks the end of this story arc and the depiction of this unhealthy and unsettling Melinda-Holly relationship for some time (infinity is a time, right?).
With that, I will focus my commentary on Holly’s use of term “EMS Vehicle”. So, did TB just not like the way “ambulance” fit in the word balloon or does he have a thing for using awkwardly bland language? I mean, its not an incorrect term of course, but if Holly calls an ambulance an “EMS Vehicle” then Melinda ought to have said “medical facility” or something like that yesterday instead of “hospital“… y’know, to maintain this strip’s reputation for exceeding consistency.
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Tagged as alumni band, ambulance, awful dialog, Batiukronym, batons, complete lack of humor, crippling yet trivial injury, crosshatching, Flaming batons, Holly, Holly's mom, Holly's mother whose name escapes me at the moment, incessant rain, injuries, Jerome T. Bushka A&L Automotive Stadium, Melinda, misplaced nostalgia for things that weren't all that great to begin with, nostalgia, Old dying people, rain, sad-sackery, the raptor claw in Holly's hair, WHS, woman with receding hairline
by billytheskink | September 30, 2021 · 10:30 pm
Grosstalgia
As someone who has ridden in an ambulance with a parent after breaking a bone while competing in a sport, I found there to be nothing at all redeeming about today’s strip. At least yesterday we had some America’s Funniest Home Videos visuals, solid work from Chuck Ayers for once, but today… today… just get out of here with this tripe!
No one wants to see Holly apologize to her mother for, um, for breaking her ankle?! What?! No one wants to see this whole cruel and miserable experience turned into a nostalgia trip. No one wants to know what kind of hairspray Holly uses that has kept her terrifying hair claw intact despite spending extended periods in a driving rainstorm.
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Tagged as Act I call-backs, alumni band, ambulance, awful dialog, bad ideas, Bad medical news, batons, constant misery, crippling yet trivial injury, enraging hair strands, football, Holly, Holly's mom, Holly's mother whose name escapes me at the moment, injuries, Jerome T. Bushka A&L Automotive Stadium, Life is a dismal horror from which you can never escape, marching band, marching bands, medical professionals, Melinda, misplaced nostalgia for things that weren't all that great to begin with, nostalgia, Old dying people, old gags from the 1970's, the inevitable ravages of age, the raptor claw in Holly's hair, the ravages of age, this is all a horrible mistake, unnecessary apologies, Westview H.S., Westview High School, Westview HS Band, WHS, WHS band, woman with receding hairline
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