Trying to make sense of today’s strip, I realized how Tony Montoni must have felt when Darin came aboard and started yammering about enabling customers to order pizzas using their “I-Phones“. So fat Funky isn’t just a casual jogger: he’s actually enlisted a “Digital Trainer” to track his progress. I suppose it’s paying off, since these two slobs have enough wind to carry on a conversation as they lumber along.
My goodness, this week’s arc is just going nowhere. I’m tired and can’t even muster the snark for this, so I’m just gonna run this one up the flagpole and let y’all have at it!
I wonder if there’s a correlation ‘twixt the volume of text in a week of FW’s and the suckiness of that week’s plotline? ‘Cause again today we see Cody and Owen dwarfed by looming clouds of verbiage, including Cody’s expository “In her answer to my text message, Summer said…” Cody decides to “ratchet up the relationship” (which doesn’t yet exist) by sending the object of his affection the 21st century equivalent of a mixtape. Allow me to suggest the opening track:
If you don’t already know: looking for logic (or continuity, or humor) in Funky Winkerbean is futile. Today’s case in point: if Cody sent Summer a “restricted text message”, how the hell was she able to send a reply? Also worthy of note: in one of those flukes of his year-in-advance production schedule, Batiuk gets in a timely reference to the recently (finally) engaged Brangelina.
Cody understands that the way to a senior jock girl’s heart (especially one “who made the winning…”) is a restricted text message, and he shares with Owen his “bold and decisive” plan to surreptitiously stalk Summer.
Son of Stuck Funky 