Linda continues to kvetch about the negative impact that Bull’s condition will have on her retirement plans. I guess it’s a quarter inch from reality that someone faced with having to care for a partner in declining health is entitled to feel bad and complain. It sure makes for a depressing “comic” strip though. Does Linda have any other friends in whom she can confide, aside from Les, who until this week has demonstrated zero concern for the well being of his old tormentor and tennis partner?
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Beep Beep! Beep Beep NO!
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Epicus Doomus
February 17, 2019 at 11:57 pm
There are sadder-sacks in Westview for sure, but no character embodies sheer exhausted defeat quite like Linda does. Wry in a weary sort of way, sardonic, skeptical, beaten, demoralized, miserable and OK with that…that’s Linda’s whole character.
Sooo Bull’s become more unstable, though he seemed pretty fine at the Hall of Fame indictment, uh, induction. Maybe the “minor car accident” occured on the way home from the ceremony? No doubt there are some among our readership who’ve had to deal with a loved one whom, due to age or infirmity, must be persuaded to give up driving. It’s a delicate discussion, to be sure. Much easier to take advantage of the loved one’s enfeeblement, and simply hide the keys in the drawer with the good scissors, and allow him to search for them in vain until finally, it no longer matters.
Really, Linda
In the glacially paced Funkiverse, we’ve learned to appreciate anything that passes for actual plot advancement. Linda has decided to retire, and the first one with whom she shares this important news is, naturally, her work husband Les. I’m wondering what Bull’s “maxed out” CTE is going to look like. So far, it’s merely turned him into a passive, mildly dumber version of his already dumb self. He definitely has depression, and his grasp on reality isn’t helped by well-meaning friends who retcon his past failings into Hall of Fame accomplishments.
I just had to share a remixed FW strip that appeared a few years ago at the comics blog Snark It Up, Fuzzball, which depicts a much happier outcome for Bushka Family.
I Wish This Strip Was OK
I don’t think I’ve seen too many more blatant examples of “sporto talk” as written by someone who never played sports and isn’t that familiar with them. “Shared our competition”? It really seems like he’s leading into “. . . but we also shared a forbidden love that we had to hide, from both the world, and ourselves. What’s that, Bull? You don’t remember that? Oh, that’s probably because of the CTE, right, pal?”.
And of course the only worthwhile thing about Bull is his Very Serious Condition. I’ve got to assume his induction has nothing do with his athletic accomplishments, but rather the terrible thing that happened to him. Because that’s the only reason Batiuk cares about him.
There’s Always Someone Around You
And another strip unavailable for preview. Of course, that’s typical for Sundays so no surprises there. I dare say, if I may be so bold, that it has been quite some time since we last saw Funky and Les running. Or we might just get more Dinkle.
Anyway, for my first time back in the chair in a while, let’s recall the wonders we witnessed recently during my stint: Wally got a pizza party and Dinkle looked for food. When your strip is just jammed full of action and adventure like that, you should certainly expect the awards to roll on in! You’d also expect people to buy your books, not only for themselves but as gifts for others! I mean, who wouldn’t want a boxed set of Dinkle’s entire Claude Barlow witlessisms? Sure, maybe the Norms would balk, but they’re not on award committees so they can be ignored. And ignored with gusto!
Well! That’s it for me, at least for the present. It’s time to hand off this cold, damp slice of pizza off to the Stunningly Suave SpacemanSpiff85! He’ll focus his fearsome frap-ray blaster on the festering fools who fill Funky‘s foul fiefdom–for a fortnight!
Thank you all for your indulgence! And now, exit–stage right!
Son of Stuck Funky 
