Sunday Funday

Last day to comment on Friday’s post for a chance to win your own copy of Lisa’s Story!

You know what? I like today’s strip! I like it because in recreating a couple Act I scenes, TB has actually recalled the cartoony style of that period. Funky, Les and Crazy Harry, Holly and Cindy are their old 70s and 80s selves again. The punchlines are nothing to write home about, but I’ll settle for gentle humor over hamfisted melodrama any day of the week.

Hall-ucinations

Tell me what I’m missing here
As she takes her final walk through the halls of Westview High, Susan spies a student at a locker. But wait, aren’t all the students gone for the summer? There’s something familiar about that girl, though… Whoa! That geeky girl in the bobbysox is Susan’s teenage self!

A little further along, Susan encounters another female, who, judging from her trajectory, has emerged from a solid wall to cross Susan’s path. Can anybody reading this (Mr. Batiuk?) tell me who the hell this woman is? She’s wearing an ID badge, so she must be a teacher…but surely we’ve met all 5 or 6 members of Westview’s teaching staff. Before she was forced to turn it in, Susan was never pictured without her ID badge…so is this the ghost of the future that Susan would have had? The hair’s a different color, but we’ve seen Susan as a blonde.

There’s no ambiguity in the last panel, that’s for sure. A mop, two brooms, and a garbage can bear witness to the final disposal of Susan Smith Westbrook.

Don’t miss this month’s excellent installment of FunkyWatch: June’s 12 Most Depressing ‘Funky Winkerbean’ (and Crankshaft) Strips over at Comics Alliance!

Summoned

For lack of anything new or interesting to comment upon today, let us focus on Principal Nate’s messenger. I don’t know if it’s the custom in real-world high schools, but apparently students at Westview are pressed into various and sundry clerical positions.Which must really suck for students such as our Miss Generic Brunette, as evinced by her disdainful expression, terrible posture, and the way she’s holding the message from Nate like it’s one of Cody’s discarded Kleenex.