Tom Batiuk really rubs people the wrong way, I suppose. Not that you’re reading this, Tom, but the Medici were a baroque banking family who eventually went Ba-roke. (Cute.)
PS – RIP in advance for Cathy.
Geeze, Louise. I couldn’t come up with worse dialogue than this drivel if I tried. Killer shark issues?
Milford must have had a ton of snow days because summer vacation is just starting now. I must say that the Occurrence at Funky Winkerbean Bridge is more interesting than this story about an alt-country pitcher who slightly resembles Tim Lincecum, but Batiuk moves as slow as an appellate judge. The writers at Gil Thorp Enterprise pace their stuff marginally quicker. Hopefully, Clambake or Von Haney show up in the annual summer story.
Trivia time: Do you know who the head coach/protagonist in this strip was named after? Once again, I am offering a ham sandwich to the first correct caller.
Another single strip blog. How long has the current storyline been going on? It seems like forever. Does anyone read these soap strips in a non-ironic fashion?
TV Tropes discusses the Cerebus Syndrome where a lighthearted piece of art morphs (some would say jumps the shark) into serious drama. Who knows. Maybe Act III is more analogous to Trapper John M.D. of AfterM*A*SH.
I actually like the current car crash storyline, but it’s moving like Quaaludes-laced molasses. I don’t think Funky has given up the ghost. Masky McDeath hasn’t shown up yet.
I saw this title and immediately thought of Baseball Think Factory instead of Backyard Tire Fire. My worlds are colliding!
Is Funky Winkerbean dead, alive, or somewhere in between?