Medium Large
New York Times Bestseller NPR/IndieBound Bestseller L.A. Times Bestseller S.F.Chronicle Bestseller Denver Post Bestseller Amazon Top 100 Bestseller Barnes & Noble Top 100
Be My Buddy, Won’t You?
Archives
- May 2013
- April 2013
- March 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- December 2012
- November 2012
- October 2012
- September 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- March 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
- November 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
- May 2011
- April 2011
- March 2011
- February 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
- November 2010
- October 2010
- September 2010
- August 2010
- July 2010
- June 2010
- May 2010
- April 2010
- March 2010
- February 2010
- January 2010
- December 2009
- November 2009
- October 2009
- September 2009
- August 2009
- July 2009
- June 2009
- May 2009
- April 2009
- March 2009
- February 2009
- January 2009
- December 2008
- November 2008
- October 2008
- September 2008
- August 2008
- July 2008
- June 2008
- May 2008
- December 1974
- December 1968
- December 1911
Twitter Updates
- Happy Fiftieth Anniversary to My Mom and Dad! http://t.co/77r7wh31Di 5 hours ago
Recent Comments
 | T. Freakin' Dog on Friday Flashback: “What… |
 | Kelly Kuhn on 6 Most Frightening Dolls That… |
 | MrCanoehead on Medium Large Comic: Wednesday,… |
 | mintzworks on Medium Large Comic: Monday, Ma… |
 | Lurkertype on 6 Unexpected Canned Foods |
Being a cynical construct of human experience and amusing others with your misery… that’s not a good job to have.
Oh, if only it was amusing.
Oh, crush my dreams, Ces!
What God doesn’t realize yet is that He has cancer.
Good timing! Though, as I understand it, Comics Curmudgeon isn’t completely convinced that he isn’t dead yet. We are talking about a strip where Death, in a mask and tuxedo no less, has made an appearance.
Oh, Ces; it’s not Funky who died, it’s the girl on the cell phone. Funky will be tortured with the thought of her meaningless death, fall off the wagon, drive home drunk, and take out a vanload of Make a Wish kids.
It looks like her skidmarks went over the hill, but they probably went over a cliff.
Did she drive off Aldo’s cliff?
A lot of people on Livejournal think that Funky is in the Twilight Zone; the jury is out on if he’s in a world where he was never born or if he’s in the seventies but he’s not where he was.
This is a cut-and-paste on something I posted over at Son of Stuck Funky…
So, what’s the vote? Is he…
1. Dead, that is, really dead, and wandering in that not-quite-aware Twilight Zone?
2. “Dead,” as in having died in a dream incurred while unconscious after boppin’ his noggin on some part of the PT?
3. Alive and well (as well as one can be when one is stuck in Funkytown), but about to come upon now-dead Phone Girl?
4. Dead, that is, really dead, and about to find out when he comes upon Phone Girl, who is calling 9-1-1 to report an accident where “I think the other guy is dead,” causing him to look back, whereupon he sees his legs protruding from his lifeless body, pinned under the PT Cruiser, which, along with Chunky, has actually been totaled? (Yeah, I know, that one’s really just more Twilight Zone stuff, but the possibilities are soooooo endless…)
5. Alive and well, but about to have some life-changing epiphany?
6. Alive and well, and about to walk over the hill and out of this storyline, leaving the strip open to yet another Harry and Lefty story?
Don’t leave us in suspense, Batiuk…there are so many ways you can disappoint us!
As someone else has already pointed out, the key is that Cell Girl had reception, but Funky does not.
Sorry…shoulda mentioned…that’s Harry “Dingleberry” Dinkle and Becky the one-armed bandleader.
All I could think was: “Wow, those angels look like penises. Ha, ha, penis!”