He may be unstuck in time, but Funky’s ass remains stuck to that park bench in Olde Westview. He continues to soliloquize about how much better we had it in the twentieth century, although he concedes that GPS is a good thing. But were it not for cell phones, Funky would have one less outlet to express his jerkitude. And if not for the 24-hour news cycle, Funky’s ex would find herself out of work…
It’s widely known that Batiuk prepares his strips a year in advance, so it’s sheer coincidence that today’s Sunday Throwaway is actually rather timely. Facebook users have grown increasingly discontented with the website’s disregard for their privacy, and are beginning to defect. In fact, next Monday, May 31 has been designated “Quit Facebook Day”. Summer, however, appears reluctant to truly “bail” on social networking, instead giving herself a break from “Facespace”, not due to any privacy concerns but because it’s become a time suck. Kind of like following this comic strip.
Too many co-inky-dinks going on in this arc: Susan gets to Les’ Garage mere minutes ahead of Cayla…Cayla peeps them through the window but rather than create a scene, splits, unnoticed…When Cayla calms down and decides to call Les, her stupid phone battery’s dead…already. And Susan just grins that shit-eatin’ grin of hers…
Les’ masterpiece continues its inexorable, glacial slide toward seeing the light of day in print. Following their meeting about nothing (at least he didn’t have to hop a plane for this one), Les’ face still bears that self-satisfied smirk; that is, until panel 3, where he recoils in horror as Will Underwood leans in a little too close to deliver the punchline.
Son of Stuck Funky 
