supplemental winkerbeany reading
I can’t much blame my readers if they aren’t familiar with the tar pit of doom that is Funky Winkerbean – but whenever I look at the strip it is invariably a scene of decay, of vast crawling pain, such that near as I can tell, Funky Winkerbean is to Nobody Scores as a legless, 80-year-old, thrice-widowered, twice-jailed bluesman is to like Amy Lee from Evanescence. I suppose there are more depressing comic universes, but most of those feature greased-up barbarians and boobs, and hence provide reprieve. I am fairly sure Chris Ware’s work falls under this category.
In any case here’s a pretty good primer to the howling void of Funky Winkerbean, leavened with what they call “snark” (I refuse to deploy that word without scare quotes) in the finest internet fashion.
It is noted that, while I intend this “Doofus Ex Machina Friday Theatre” to be a regular Friday feature, I have in finest Nobody Scores! fashion managed to finish the initial installment early Saturday morning. It is also noted that I am yaaarharrrgh.