Though you Beady-Eyed-Nitpickers have done a bang up job with your Cranky commentary this week, I promised you a weekly Crankshaft Post. So here it is!
T.C.I.F. Twisting Crankshaft Into Funny
Tag: Parody Strips
Maid to Order
Today’s Dinkshaft Double Feature is brought to you from the pen of Chuck Ayers, the words of Tom Batiuk, and the diabolical mind of TFH.
Happy Birthday Funky Winkerbean!
(Do you know what a blizzard at the end of March, right in the heart of calving season means?)
(It means you only get an Anniversary TimeMop cover today. And I get to finally sleep after a day and night of coddling chilly newborn calves.)
This time last year, we here at SOSF were celebrating 50 years of this silly strip by exploring Act I and wondering if Funky Winkerbean would ever end.
Now here we are, a year later, watching something neither alive, nor really dead. The current Funkyshaftverse wearing old Crankshaft’s skinned face. A strange zombie creation. Ailing siblings grafted into one. Horrifying, reverse-engineered, conjoined twins staggering limply from one ashen grey, putrescent yellow, and sickly blue plotline to another.
And yet, this new amalgamation was born 51 years ago. So let us mark the day.
What rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Centerville to be boring?
Dives within Dives
(You see that up there? That’s what happens when you make parody strips on Nyquil, kids. Don’t mix Phenylephrine and Photoshop.)
Continue reading “Dives within Dives”Catalyst for Transformation
What a treat! In Crankshaft, DSH John is gracing us with his presence, leaning on his Komix Kounter and dispensing pulpy wisdom.
Son of Stuck Funky 