sourbelly
March 31, 2011 at 12:57 am
Oh, OK, I get it. Mallory didn’t reject Cody because he’s a greasy, creepy, smarmy piece of crap. She rejected him because she’s a stuck-up bitch!
Not only that, she’s also materialistic to the point where the mere suggestion of a threat to her accustomed lifestyle triggers a fainting spell.
Boy, TB’s all over the place this week, huh? In the interest of continuity, I’ve reworked today’s panel 2 so it flows a little better from yesterday’s strip:
“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind carries me across the sky.” —Ojibwe saying (by way of The Sopranos)
It’s not enough that Funky’s long strange trip has touched on themes of aging parent issues, flirtation with alcoholic relapse, the perils of distracted driving, and leaving one’s youth behind. The Great Wind that is Tom Batiuk cannot rest without piling on yet another “timely” reference to the struggling economy.
Sigh. I don’t know. If I found myself transported back to the hometown of my high school years (1972-1976), I’d be all over the place, taking in the sights and sounds, dropping in on family, friends, and old loves, visiting the places that are gone.
This tired old fuck sits on a park bench. What is it with people in this strip with park benches?
Looks like the Fourth of July festivities have ended; the good folk of late-20th century Westview have gone home to watch The ABC Sunday Night Movie, and they’ll be rolling up the sidewalks soon. Old Funky sits alone, enumerating, in order, the things that occupy his thoughts: the economy…his elderly father…and…what’s my son’s name? Oh, yeah, Cody, uhh, Cory.
Funky’s glimmer of hope lasts all of one panel. Guess the komix biz in Westview isn’t faring any better than the pizza biz. John is the biggest schlub in a town full of schlubs. It’s no wonder Becky ditched her fightin’ hero hubby for him.
Great business plan, genius. Let me know how it works out for ya.
Son of Stuck Funky 
