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There’s Always Someone Around You

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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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Break a Wish

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Not much to say about this one…it’s okay, but the fact that Rachel’s wish was for Wally to become a night manager at a pizza place–well.  It’s hard to think of anything sadder.  Although I’m sure Batiuk regards that as a challenge and will get right to work on that.

I have to say, that’s the most unappetizing pizza I’ve ever seen.  It looks cold and damp.  This might be a testament to Chuck Ayers’ drawing skills, but I think he’s going in the wrong direction.

Charles made an interesting observation in yesterday’s comments, to wit: “H-1B visas are temporary work permits for foreigners who have specialty skills. Washing dishes at or assistant managing a pizza place is not one of those skills. Adeela’s literally taking a job a local American could do.’

That got me to thinking…why was Adeela here in the first place?  I have to assume that H-1B visas are given to foreigners whose skills are pre-existing.  In other words, they’ve already been trained in a specialty that few Americans have.

Adeela, though, was going to school here in the US to acquire her architecture degree…in other words, she was given an H-1B based on a skill she did not already possess.

Could it possibly work that way?  “Oh, here’s a Muslim woman who wants an H-1B visa.  What?  She doesn’t have a specialty skill?  Oh, well, I’m sure she’ll go to college here and get one.  Next!”

Batiuk should really stick to things he knows about, or at least learn to use Google.

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Let’s Make Adeela!

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Well, those of you who said that Adeela will end up working at Montoni’s–please go to the ticket booth to collect your winnings!

I’m rather surprised that Wally, only a few minutes into his new position, felt that he could go over Funky’s head and hire someone to work–and on someone else’s shift, too.  That’s pretty damn bold, and not in his character at all.  I kind of thought he’d be all cringey and cowardly, and he’d meekly ask for another favor before presenting Adeela as a possible hire.

I think Batiuk thought we’d all be surprised by this development, but it was honestly pretty inevitable.  The only thing he could do with Adeela was either send her back to Miseristan or make her part of the regular cast.  And I’m sure he thought that if he kept her around, those awards would start rolling in.   I guess she’s not quite as punchable as the worst characters here, but she doesn’t really bring anything to the strip (other than making Batiuk’s thirst for awards even more obvious).  She’s just a distaff Wally, a sack of misery pushed here and there by forces she’s decided she cannot fight.

I guess Funky’s dialogue proves that Rachel is quitting–I’m not sure what a “day person” is, but it probably wasn’t Wally.  Wally was a dishwasher (and I’m sure that will still be his primary role), and “day person” sounds like someone who actually runs the place…which sounds an awful lot like like Funky, come to think.

Well, there’s no way that Adeela is going to replace Funky, because as a female, she’s incapable of so many things in Westview.   But, whatever her role in the restaurant, I’m sure that architecture degree will come in super handy.

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Night of the Living Manager

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I remember when Dullard left, Funky was worrying about filling his position and Wally volunteered for the job.   Funky dismissed the offer out of hand, and now we know why:  you can’t be a manager if you don’t have a degree.  Why, the absurdity!  Being a degree-less schmo is fine if you’re just washing the disease off the plates, but managerNever!

Apparently, though, someone was hired to manage the place during the night…someone who we’ve never seen, and whose existence has never even been hinted about.  (But probably had a degree.)  I suspect this being quit so that it could join its fellow cryptids like the Fresno Nightcrawler, the Flatwoods Monster or the Hopkinsville aliens.

By the way, is Funky talking about a closing manager?  Because I would think the night would have much bigger crowds than the lunch shift, with that much more responsibility as well.  Wally still seems right on the edge of frail, so I don’t know what a large, boisterous crowd would do to him.  Ha!  I kid…like Montoni’s ever had a large crowd.

A closing manager for Montoni’s would just add up the mediocre receipts, see that the equipment looks clean enough, cage the apes, weep quietly and so on.

Not much else to say about this one…it’s dull, unfunny and the events therein (Wally being a manager) will be ignored in the future anyway, so that boring, poorly-constructed word-play can be made.

Nice to see that continuity is still as much ignored as always.  The other day, Tony had a red sweater.  Today, it’s black.  Either someone in quality control slipped up, or Tony was covered in blood and it has now coagulated.

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Plan B

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Huh.  Usually when someone graduates from school, that person is the one asked “What are your plans?”  Not here, though–for some reason, Holly’s curious about what Rachel is going to be doing, now that…nothing has really changed for her?

Although from Rachel’s answer, it sure sounds like she’s planning on quitting Montoni’s, now that Wally is a dishwasher with (presumably) a degree in architecture*.  And she’s going for a certification to teach art…oh God, she’s going to start working at Atomik Komix, isn’t she?

*Since both Wally and Adeela were attending the same class just prior to graduation, I’m going to assume that this was some senior-level architecture course.  It’s possible that the class was a required class that neither of them bothered with before senior year, but most students tend to knock those out early so that senior year is spent concentrating on one’s major.  It also might have been a course that both took for “fun” but “fun” seems to be a foreign concept in Westview.  I suppose it could be any random class, but really, a degree in architecture for a dishwasher is the kind of fate that just screams “Wally.”

 

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Yellow Alert: Someone’s Happy

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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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I Have a Dream

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Hello, fellow sufferers, BChasm back in the Agony Booth again after an extended hiatus.  Thanks to all, especially Epicus, who covered for me while Life Happened. (Honestly, you don’t want to know.)

And a Happy Martin Luther King Day to you all.    A reminder that there are things worth fighting for, and people willing to fight for them.

As opposed to other people who can’t be arsed to keep track of their own continuity.   Today’s strip is a good example…

…actually, today’s strip was unavailable for preview, but I’m betting the above remark holds true anyway.

Thanks to BillyTheSkink for an excellent hosting stint.  And, apropos of this, isn’t it the saddest aspect of this strip–the most Funky Winkerbeanesque aspect, if you will–that the most creative, hilarious and insightful things associated with this strip for the last ten years, come from the hosts and commentators on this site, and not from the comic itself?

If Tom Batiuk honestly had any sense of shame, this sort of thing would sting.

If.

IF.

“If” may be the harshest word in the English language.

 

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