If you read the New York Times, then you’ve already seen today’s strip.
Long time readers are probably wondering why this state trooper is reenacting the second most memorable thing about “The Electric Company” with Linda instead of hauling off her baked meteorite, as the disposal of dangerous foodstuffs is the historical role of the Ohio State Police in Funky Winkerbean. I’m right there with you, as I honestly don’t know.
Gasp! It’s today’s strip!
Rummaging through the drawer
Linda finds failure
Bull asked for the keys
Is known obsessive searcher
Just what could go wrong?
Keys barely hidden?
Linda phones homebody Bull?
This is asinine
This narrative makes no sense
All over the place
A Chevette 4 door
Indy 500 pace car…
And what year was that?
Buckeye State Police
Really do use that logo
But don’t use Chevettes
Link To Today’s Strip
Every SoSF guest host after thirteen days…
Not available for preview. Maybe the ponderous CTE arc continues, maybe it’s Les raking leaves or Funky fixing the band box or Roberta finally descending from the scissor lift…who the hell knows? But, and I hate to break it to you, I don’t think this is the Big One yet, folks. Nope, there’s more water to tread here, unless that NYT interview was some sort of elaborate troll. Sigh.
UPDATE: Wow, Bull DID find the car keys! A classic morbid Sunday FW strip. I thought we still had another week of stalling but nope. We’ve already seen next Sunday’s strip so what now? A week of no one knowing where Bull is? A week of Linda reading his suicide note word by painstaking word?
Coming on Monday: billytheskink takes over for what promises to be a monumental two week stint. Or it would have been, if the Great Pulitzer Nominee didn’t stupidly gak it all up. Nevertheless, you’ll be in great hands!
In today’s strip, Funky finds a still life. Something seems strangely familiar about it…
Maybe I’m confusing Funky with Donna. Oh well, I’ve got no better ideas for what that is supposed to be on the horizon and pretty much nothing else I can say about this strip.
After verifying with the city that the old house on the hill is structurally sound, Funky makes his way inside in today’s strip. One can only imagine what he is thinking. “When was my last tetanus shot?” is my guess.
A comic strip title character wandering alone through an abandoned house… am I reading Funky Winkerbean or that one week of Garfield in 1989 that Jim Davis assuredly wrote after watching a Twilight Zone marathon and telling himself “I could do that!” This set a dangerous precedent for comic strip artists, one that TB himself would employ after catching Love Story on cable back in the mid-90s.
Find six differences between the panels in today’s strip.
Go see today’s strip
Unless you do not want to
You won’t miss a thing
Day two of this arc
Funky is so out of shape
This is in real time
Be careful Funky
That hillside is full of stones
That can trip you up
And finds himself getting shot
Same fate for Funky?
Funky’s four-door car
Back down to two doors just like
If this turns into
A big rip-off of The Shack…
We have still seen worse
Well, now that all that is thankfully over, today’s strip shifts gears (booooooooo!) to Funky, who is testing out his recently-renewed driver’s license while listening to Lesley Gore.
And that’s it. That’s all there is to it…
TB actually spoiled this week’s story (such as it is) on his blog a few weeks back. In fact, if you haven’t read that blog post, this strip has no context at all. It might even have negative amounts of context.
This does actually remind me of something I enjoy, though- The scene in Hoosiers when Coach Dale drives up to visit Shooter Flatch’s shabby house on a wooded hill. If tomorrow’s strip shows Dennis Hopper firing a shotgun over Funky’s head, that would redeem a few things.
Link to today’s strip
Yep, the only thing this whirlwind of an arc was missing was a good old fashioned time-killing silent strip. This is almost as suspenseful as wondering when the highway department is going to pick up that deer carcass you pass every day on your morning commute. It’s all in the details today…Jeff’s steam line-free coffee mug (indicating he’s been at this for some time), his tongue sticking out as he works diligently on a puzzle based on a child’s toy (indicating his complete idiocy), the legal pad helpfully labeled “legal pad” (to avoid any confusion) and, last but not least, Jeff’s pencil-holding hand, which indicates he is writing. At least someone involved with FW is.