Today’s strip is not so much a joke as a call-out for a joke we’ve heard so many times that we don’t need to hear the set-up. Band is about fundraising, ha-ha! Batty might just as well have said “number 83,” as in the old joke about the comedians’ club meeting. And then we could respond, “you told it wrong!”
She would, but she’s afraid the payment would be in the form of partially-defrosted band turkeys. Or worse, copies of Harry’s grand opus about Claude Barlowe.
I think it’s Batty’s way of introducing these long-running “FW” characters to a “Crankshaft” audience that (he assumes) don’t know them.
However, this business of characters constantly telling each other things they should already know does create the impression that everybody in this strip suffers from dementia.
Hmm… book rentals… interesting idea. Of course, the rent on any of Harry or Lil’s books would have to be accompanied by a hefty security deposit, to cover the cost of removing the barf from the pages when they’re returned.
Mostly because “Funky Winkerbean,” before it ended a year ago, had become lazy, repetitive, self-indulgent, self-congratulatory, maudlin and depressing. Now the characters, and more significantly, the attitudes, from that strip are invading “Crankshaft,” turning it from a serviceable gag-a-day comic strip into a lazy, repetitive, self-indulgent, self-congratulatory, maudlin and depressing mess, just like “FW.”
Today’s strip is not so much a joke as a call-out for a joke we’ve heard so many times that we don’t need to hear the set-up. Band is about fundraising, ha-ha! Batty might just as well have said “number 83,” as in the old joke about the comedians’ club meeting. And then we could respond, “you told it wrong!”