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But You Don’t Really Care for Music, Do Ya?

The Duck of Death
December 19, 2022 at 8:22 am
Guys. Guys, is he gonna have the whole freakin’ cast from both comics in this church and pan over the crowd while the ensemble sings the Hallelujah Chorus?

Is this how it’s all gonna end?

December 22, 2022 at 1:52 am
I… think Batiuk thinks he’s going for a heartwarming all-the-lovable-goofballs-come-together-in-a-church-on-a-snowy-Christmas-night sort of thing for his ending…

December 22, 2022 at 10:56 pm
Batdick has spent days establishing the fact that every Westview citizen who matters is driving to the Jazz Messiah Nonsense in dangerous weather. He has spent zero seconds explaining why.

As confounding and confusing as this strip has been over these final months…you can’t say that a lot of effort wasn’t put into today’s strip, the last-ever Sunday panel of Funky Winkerbean. Nearly seventy people (and one cat) are packed into St. Spires. I was even able to recognize most of them…but there are a couple head-scratchers. Continue reading


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Yellow Alert: Someone’s Happy

Link to today’s strip.

So, either Wally is just now being hired at Montoni’s, despite all the history to the contrary, or Tom Batiuk thinks “Welcome” means “You’re still working here, in the same position, but now you have a degree.”  And well Tony might add, “A degree you’ll do nothing with, of course, except increase the amount of depression in your life, in that you’re now a dishwasher with a degree.”

I think I’ve figured out a possible reason for Batiuk’s utter lack of continuity:  he hates this strip as much as the rest of the world does, and it’s painful to go back and re-read it.  All he’s doing is pounding them out until that 50th.

I have to say, Funky’s exercise routine has finally paid off.  I don’t think he’s looked this trim in years.  Or maybe Ayers gets paid by the number of fat-asses he has to draw, and Batiuk has a budget in place for 2019.

After thinking about it for awhile (a phrase I hate wasting on Funky Winkerbean) it bothers me the way Tony is drawn.  Based on Wally and Adeela’s elbows, I can sort of see where the tabletop should be, but somehow Tony looks too tall.  So either they’re sitting in kiddie chairs, which would be par for the course for Wally, or Tony is standing on a box.

Why is it that no one involved in the creation of this strip gives a good hot damn about its presentation?


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Grand It Ain't

Either it’s still sinking in for Becky, or Batiuk doesn’t trust the reader to recall that yesterday Roberta stated that yes, she’s going to be a Band Mom (again). Or “more like a band grand mom”, since Wally Jr. is now in the elementary school band. This despite the fact that by my reckoning, Wally Jr. should be at least fourteen years old.

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Two Wallys and a Buddy

Here’s today’s comic…

“We’re back!” …to wondering why, if Wally was a POW for at least ten years, before returning home nearly 18 months ago, his son appears to be 8 or 9 years old, tops.


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Praying Hand


Well if this ain’t right outta Norman Rockwell. The Blackburn-Howards gather around the table to enjoy a band turkey of their very own. So worn out from delivering tainted poultry is Becky that she is about to fall asleep at the table. By the way, isn’t it customary for the man of the house to lead the family in grace, “Dad”?

Wishing everyone a safe, happy, blessed Thanksgiving! —TFH

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