So ends the epic OMEA 2021 Signfest (I hope). This is an awkward strip. I guess the first two panels are designed to be redundant in case the newspaper cuts them off, but having Harry ask if Funky is nervous about the surgery (and naming the type of surgery again) right after he’s told Funky isn’t looking forward to it is just awkward. Fear of death as a punchline is also awkward but totally normal for this strip. It’s funny how whenever something bad happens to Les or Lisa it’s portrayed as high tragedy, but with Funky it’s always for a lame joke or making fun of him.
Funky giving away all of his clothes is funny to me, only because I assume his wardrobe is 99% Montoni’s t-shirts and aprons.
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R.I.P., Funkman
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Driving Me Backwards
Gad, the pacing in this damned strip…”glacial” isn’t the word for it, since glaciers manage to move a few inches per year. This is like trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle, except you have to wake up a really old caretaker to hand you each piece, one at a time. And in the end, the resultant picture is not worth the effort.
Let’s recap: We have a date, Wally’s off with Adeela, I’m mad, Wally and Adeela are driving….
Tomorrow, I expect them to impart that Wally and Adeela are driving a car, and they’re not on the golf course starting wildfires.
Credit where it’s due: Rocky’s been drawn nicely, especially panel three.
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Universal Dullifier
Wow, if Holly uses her one line for the year to endorse Lisa’s Story Done Right, then it must be real important to her. I mean, yeah, her story might be interesting too, since it’s a story of raising a kid by yourself, overcoming cancer, and finding love again and remarrying, but this is all about Lisa.
Actually Holly’s story is way better than Lisa’s, to be honest. Lisa’s story is “Lisa got cancer and died”. Holly’s is about overcoming something horrible and finding new life. Which really does sound like it would make a much, much better movie. I really don’t get what’s so important or inspiring about “a fairly unlikeable woman gets cancer and dies from it” where everyone thinks it would just be amazing movie and cultural touchstone, but whatever, it’s all Lisa Lisa Lisa. Lisa. Lisa.
Can someone please explain what the deal is with Montoni’s and coffee? Cindy and Mason don’t have coffee so it’s not breakfast time, and I don’t think Montoni’s even serves breakfast anymore. I’d say the majority of what Cindy and Funky do there is carry around a carafe. I think it’s just Batiuk’s way of showing “hey, these people are in a restaurant” without actually showing any real work. Really though, “Let’s go to the pizzeria for some coffee” sounds kind of gross to me.
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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!
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Headbangin’ For A Cure
Aaaaand once again, T-Bats pads out two panels worth of inaction to fill three days, finally getting around to telling us that Rachel and Wally are attending the concert to help him with his PTSD. I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a storyteller with a worse sense of pacing.
While I’d say that I’m looking forward to seeing the concert (who would turn down a chance to see Mort ripping up Inna Godda Davida on the slidefart trombone?) there’s little chance of that. The intern who drew Mort’s dementia-induced Independence Day Sunday comic has weekdays off, and we all know how Tom hates drawing his characters doing anything but standing around talking.
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