PTSD – Page 5 – Son of Stuck Funky

I Wanna Be Your Dog

Today we’re treated to the most melodramatic, soap-operatic chunk of leaden dialog that the funnies have seen in years.

So the reason those “wet-behind-the-ears shrinks” were unable to reach Wally was that they never walked a mile in his combat boots? Fine. But what about the heart-to-heart he had with ‘Nam vet Principal Nate? And those group therapy sessions with his buddies at the VA? Oh, right: that was only one session, after which he decided he needed to go back to Afghanistan. For his honeymoon. Maybe when Uncle Sam recalled him (on a technicality, no less!), he should have tried for a section 8.

Anyway: I sure hope Wally’s more amenable to pet therapy than was his Uncle Cousin Funky!

Issues? What Issues?

As I was saying about continuity and pacing in the Funkiverse: I guess Rachel’s instantly back from her grocery run, and they’re now viewing a “frisky” video. Time for her to take Wally’s “cure” to the next level. Our Redhead takes a deep breath, and brings up the issue of Wally’s issue issues. Check out Wally’s attitude in panel three: that “Please” speech bubble should have icicles hanging off it.

Frisky Business

“Do I always look that scared?” Well, Wally, you did seem to brighten momentarily at the prospect of “something frisky”. But a man’s gotta eat, which means grocery shopping, which, for you, means venturing out of the Green Zone.

On this Veterans Day 2010, I’d like to extend my sincerest gratitude and respect to all those who have served our nation in uniform. — TFH

…He Said, With a Straight Face

Remind me to stay the hell out of Westview’s supermarkets at 2 am. I might come around the corner and unwittingly scare the shit out of Sgt. Winkerbean. Sure, they took away his heater, but who knows what this trained killer will do when he snaps his twig? Meanwhile, panel 2 Rachel seems to be having her first inkling that boyfriend’s issues might be more than she’s willing to put up with.

Got PTSD?

The intertwining-dialog-balloon gimmick was interesting on Monday; don’t beat it to death, TB.

To the astonishment of absolutely no one, Wally’s icebox is empty, except for leftover pizza and “Beer”. Rachel remembered the ice cream but forgot to include milk in her pic-a-nic basket, so now “we’ll” have to go to…gasp!…the supermarket! Wally looks scared (of course). Is it the prospect of a daylight sortie to the neighborhood Giant Eagle…or is it the sight of Rachel’s “hatchet butt”?