You’re Funny II

(accompanied by spontaneous images also by me)

I am a road dog. When on shorter trips I find myself in hotels. In general, I am not a big television watcher. Under these circumstances, I do find myself catching the odd show on the off hours here and there.

Stay in a hotel stateside and in the morning if you click on the television once your past that looped promo channel (try are award winning bistro for imaginative menu….) you will see either episodes of Supernatural or Charmed. If it’s the afternoon, then it will be Bones or Castle. Law & Order SVU is on nonstop loop on few channels but that is true at home and in general anyways.

Bob’s Burgers is another show whose presence seems to have greatly increased. While I do not steadily watch it I have caught reruns here and there. This is a theory I formed over the course of my travels.

They are all dead Bob:

Bob’s Burgers, I have a theory about what is really going on. There are aspects of the established mythos which years down the line they have tried to sort of soften or walk back. Initially, in earlier seasons it was mentioned that Bob had a terrible childhood.

His mother had passed away, and his father owned a greasy spoon. Bob’s father seemed without humor and overly serious so that one would think he was owner of a multi-Michelin star place. It is a joyless childhood as exemplified by when someone buys his father’s home and finds an old box of Bob’s things and sends it to him (S3E3). Within the box are Bob’s childhood “toys”. It contains a scouring pad, a bit of soap that Bob considers to be a sort of dog that he used to talk to. Not just in this episode but in general Bob constantly is creating anthropomorphistic friends to talk to (turkey and burgers waiting to be cooked, various tools, things one would find in a utility drawer)

Immediately, his children, far from the most perceptive people, see the sadness of this. Some of the dialogue:

“Lin, I just realized something. I had a bad childhood.”

“Yeah, I know, look at you.”

“What do you mean, look at me?”

“Look at how you stand. People who had good childhoods don’t stand like that.”

His father was joyless and tyrannical, in a later Christmas episode, they reconciled but it is completely inorganic as is most of the later season’s tweaking’s, none of which really changes anything.

With an unhappy childhood, Bob moves into adulthood and one or two girlfriends are referenced but in general he seems to have lived a largely solitary life.

He marries what is probably the first woman who he ever slept with (Linda). While the appeal in his mind is probably affection which he was starved for and understanding, there is a certain amount of projecting on Bob’s part. Linda definitely seems to be somewhere on the spectrum. Her behavior checks some of the boxes, such as wanting what she wants with complete disregard to consequences nor what others may feel about an action.

One of many examples is when Bob, looking for new ways to drum up business, buys an espresso machine which Linda then sells (S3E23) to pay for a scam baseball camp for their son Gene.

She also gets obsessed with ideas that majorly inconvenience others, having no concern about their wishes nor the consequences of the thing. Whether it is selling things without checking with the owner, forcing an activity on everyone (opening a bed & breakfast in their single bathroom home, having a musical theater night in the restaurant et al) or telling personal information to people about her family, her perception of appropriateness of an action is often way outside acceptable societal norms.

Watching the show initially, I thought that aspects of her character were a comment on the youtube generation’s refusal to take the necessary time to truly learn to do a thing or have a skill. At first glance, Linda’s behavior could be chalked up to being a variation of the Dunning-Kruger effect. There is more going on with her than this. Her perceptions are skewed past those of a typical sitcom character’s which then lead to the hi-jinks.

In one episode, she wanted to read stories to children at a library (S8E9) and comes up with the persona of “Punky Bookster”. She borrows one of the other regular character Mort’s electric guitar asking “Okay, how long’s it take you to learn to play guitar? Like 20 minutes?”.

She brings the guitar and inappropriately, a knife to the story time. At the end of her show, the librarian mentions someone has called the police because of the knife which she brought. Linda runs out leaving Mort’s guitar, indifferent to having to return it.

Some of the stuff she does is outright dangerous. Wanting to be a more fun mom, she takes her kids into woods to find the local wolf creature (S8E3). As it appears to be becoming more and more of a bad idea (and dangerous) she sort of alternates between fear and pep talking herself into continuing rather than getting to safety.

She gets a thing in her head and will just do it regardless of skill set, consequences or appropriateness of action. There is a running thing about her caring for neighborhood racoons found out by her restaurant ‘s dumpster.

My take on undercurrent of entire show:

Linda was once again feeding racoons, this time trying to put little hats and ties on them as she had the idea that she could photograph it and have it go viral as to make money, even though outside of the taking of the photos she didn’t have any understanding of how a thing goes viral, why and most importantly, how to monetize it.

Of course she gets bitten. She doesn’t tell anyone because Bob repeatedly had warned her not to mess with the racoons. Linda starts to not feel great. She decides to go to the beach to get some wet sand to slather on the bite because she had once read that Gweneth Paltrow often does mud treatments when feeling off or needing to be reinvigorated.

Spreading dirty beach sand on an already infected bite, she dies.

Bob goes into deep shock.

There have been many episodes in which Bob has been drunk or on something, usually pills. It’s always presented as occurring for a reason and not merely done to do (with the exception of drinking). He gets a part time job as taxi driver to help pay for Tina’s party and smokes crack (S1 E 6) Pops pills to the point of hallucinating because of carpal tunnel pain (S2E4) Pops pills because he hurt his back (S 5 E 19) Pops pills to the point of hallucinating because he hurts his leg (S 8 E 3). Then there are various drinking episodes (S 3 E 5) (S5 Ep 4) (S7 Ep 22) (S 3 E 17).

With the number of episodes for the series, this may seem relatively a small amount of self-medication. With Linda gone, the tempo increases. Bob becomes an absentee father even though he is physically there.

His three children affect his mental state too. There is Louise. Although too old to still be doing so, she is always wearing her pink Gummo bunny ears hat. She is the youngest of the three siblings but the one in charge. There is a weird destructiveness to her that goes beyond the mischief of the Denis the Menace template or the done out of boredom things of Bart Simpson. Louise is a sociopath. There are times when a problem arises and she actually manages to enlarge the problem for no discernable reason. In the very first episode she gets her family restaurant closed by starting rumors of cannibalism. In a later episode (S1 E 12) during a lobster festival the town grows angry with Bob and wants to hurt him. Leaning to the side and using a different voice Louise urges them to throw him onto the shell pile.

Her main thing aside from the strange chaos she often causes is to make money. It is a weird thing for a little girl to be obsessed with, and they never really go into why she wants all this money. I think it is because she sees her father zonked on pills and it is giving her anxiety, how are they going to live and where?

They have tried to soften her down at times and those episodes probably resonate with the fans. But her first instinct is still mostly ordering the neighborhood kids to do things for her various enterprises to earn money.

Tina is the oldest. She is an awkward early teen. She is passionate about horses and zombies. Tina serves as a moral compass for the three siblings but even with her being a sort of jiminy cricket to her sister, Louises initial instinct is still always to scam or some kind destructive behavior so it’s not exactly effective.

There is a lot of ink devoted to fan theories that Tina is the one on the spectrum. Could be, I think Gene and Linda show far more behavior in this respect. Tina is probably the most sympathetic character.

Gene is the older brother. He is chubby with a done at home bowl cut. He is passionate about music but it’s mainly just making annoying noises with repetitive patterns on a primitive keyboard. He can’t read music and has no real knowledge of anything about this thing he is so passionate about. Of course, this is fine when one is starting out by at this point, he should be Brian Eno. Similar in ways to Linda, he has fantasies of what this passion will net him but puts no real work towards achieving the goal.  Like Louise, he often at important moments of things going on sabotages the situation. With Gene, it can be said though that he truly has no understanding of what is going on.

Linda had died and Bob fell deeper into addiction. He had always displayed a sort of Junkie’s passivity/logic. A main theme throughout the show is how they are barely scraping by. They have no paid employees and there are always people in the place so where is the money going?

The show often tries to have this nobility about Bob giving up on a thing or with complete lack of pragmatism, walking away from a situation where he could actually come out on top. This has got to be another source of Louise’s money anxiety.

With funds constantly tight Linda still lets Bob buy his dream chef knife (S5 E12) which he then destroys playing weird games against another main character Teddy and his hammer. One of Bob’s few friends (S6E15) (although he had not seen him for who knows how long) is now rich and offers to give Bob 100K. He has some ideas about the restaurant which is essentially a greasy spoon. Bob freaks out not wanting any tiki theme or anything, wanting to be his own man. Clearly the guy is a friend, Bob did not even attempt to ask him to just be a silent partner. Surely there has got to be some middle ground between nothing and 100K.

There’s been episodes of their car breaking down and Bob angerly shouting to the heavens, questioning why he cant just take his family out to the movies etc. But repeatedly throughout the series things come up where he could get ahead in some manner and it is not so much that he drops the ball as walks away from it.

Occasionally Bob has made friends but they just sort of drop away. Sometimes an aspect of this and otherwise presented on its own is Bob showing a gross overestimation of what he can do with zero practice or experience, despite being aware of how bad shape he is in.

I recently re-read Dante. In Purgatorio Dante encounters shades who experience discomforts (punishments as opposed to tortures) connected in some manner to the mistakes they made while alive. They experience these punishments over and over until they learn their errors. Once their souls are cleansed, they then can go upstairs.

Zonked out on pills, Bob tries to do something his out of shape body is ill equipped to do. Perhaps he let the car run out of gas and figures he can just push it in neutral out of the way. He has a heart attack or falls and hits his head.

In the hospital he hangs between life and death, unaware that he is currently in a limbo, a purgatory. His lack of understanding of where he is in large part is enhanced by the fact that he finds himself among his family.

After blindly obeying Louise in her many dangerous schemes (i.e going into a condemned Taffy Factory (S2E1) dressing as Edison’s victim Topsy and messing with electricity (S3E16) et al their dumb luck runs out and Gene and Tina both die.

In his coma state Bob is in purgatory. This is why pretty much all the characters on the show are either grifter types, amazingly incapable or in some cases such as Regular Sized Rudy victims.

All the characters have more than mere flaws, it’s defects, which often manage to be both cringe and at times oddly funny.

Teddy is a handyman but not a very good one. He has odd fantasies of inserting himself into Bob’s family while keeping Bob in the loop. There are episodes when he has done this odd revving gurgling cry (once when Louise sets a trap in refrigerator for Santa and Teddy gets his hand caught in it. Unable to free himself he shakes like a trapped animal emitting this cry until the refrigerator falls atop him and he must lay there and wait for family to come home, once when the fry machine is broken he goes in and starts shaking it to “fix it” emitting the same cry) Not being good at his job, on the mortal plain he probably electrocuted himself and that was the last noise he made.

The school secretary Ms. Schnur is completely checked out. She seems to do the very bare minimum counting down the clock until retirement. I suppose this in the real world with public education system is sadly not exactly a rarity.

“The Deuce” runs a scam baseball camp(S3E23). Gene is horrible at the game. Linda finds an ad for his baseball camp which is not cheap. She sells Bob’s new espresso machine. From the get-go everything about the camp is not only a scam but not a particularly well done one. “The Deuce” lives in the type of motel which back in the day would be rented out by the hour or occupied by those who had nowhere else to go but out or up. Bob feels it is a fraud, but they decide to have one game for the money paid and if Gene shows no improvement, they will get their money back. Gene manages to hit the ball, “The Deuce” gets to keep the money and leaves. Gene playing baseball is never mentioned again and a family barely staying afloat is righteous about having been scammed because Gene is happy.

Tina loves horses and they manage to find a not cheap camp to send her to (S 6 E 17). Despite being the most passionate about horses and with actual knowledge of the verbiage, she is given the worst horse. For the big riding display at the end, Tina has no horse and rides her imaginary one, which consists of her awkwardly running the course. The manager of the camp takes no notice when initially Tina goes missing after being thrown by her horse and doesn’t seem to feel she owes a refund for Tina running the course on foot at the end. It is sort of scumbaggy to say the least on her part and Bob of course having spent money that he could ill afford to, says nothing.

Everyone in some manner is a failure willingly or otherwise. This is why they are all perpetually stuck in jobs and lives they do not like, repeating the patterns until they learn better and can ascend.

Many of the kids seem off or beyond bratty. In all cases of the children seemingly to be little monsters, the parents nervously capitulate becoming emotional hostages. With how unpleasant the bratty children are, it is because they are part of the lesson, a punishment version of the children, some of whom are probably still treading the mortal coil.

Bob, being in purgatory, also explains why his kids in some ways act too young for their age but also will make obscure adult reference comments about things that seem out of character for them. They are shades or spirits and as in Dante and are comprised of what they had been personality-wise but also allowed to view the future at an angle.

This also explains why they seem to be completely cool with not having cell phones. In this place, the internet exists, but it sort of doesn’t. The fact that this is a type of limbo is also evidenced by the fact that the kids are into candy but largely seem indifferent to internet-based things. In the real world, sure, some kids prefer to read or play baseball but even with them, 2025 they are online texting, posting etc. at least some of the time. 

The show tries to convey the joy of family and how that can conquer the bad things in life, but these twee moments are often at the cost of them losing something to a more predatory character who gets away with it. The victims then make some type of maudlin speech as to justify their passivity.

With no Virgil to guide him, how long will Bob linger among the shades of his friends and family? What more can he aspire to when his Beautrice is already in bed eating crackers beside him?

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Please do not send me emails or comment in which you want to admonish or debate with me. While I stand by my theory, it’s all in fun.

© 2025 Wayne Wolfson not for use without permission

Merry Christmas!

The First You’re Funny

Hamachi & Suntory

I am not a fan of musicals. However it will never cease to make me laugh at how everyone spontaneously breaks into song & dance. I understand this is the gist and nature of a musical but it always seems to pleasantly jarring, especially if you are watching one of the classic Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly ones for first time.

For a novice, what makes it strange is that it is one part movie, then singing and dancing, then they all go back into whatever the scene was.

Two Pals walking along the Seine:

How was your date last night?

Well, let me tell you pal

Then they start singing down the street being joined in synchronized dance by traffic cop, flower vendor, newspaper vendor and couple who happened to be passing by and one waiter in his black and whit,e bottle opener chain looping from waist to pocket.

All these characters drop behind two lead characters, into a synchronized formation while the two friends dance and sing. The music stops, then everyone reverts back to what they had been doing in this street tableau.

So…are you going to see her again?

I keep busy and productive. When i let my mind wander, I try keep it if not positive, then at least interesting. When the world can move on from the main thing on our minds being the Pandemic, once I know everyone is safe and receiving any help needed, what then?

I softly laugh to myself, once everything is taken care of, I will be as if in a musical, making my way through the city stopping multiple times for sushi and drinks, singing a song about it.

This is one of my larger pieces 17×17 graphite & paper.

 

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Cinema

Regardless of subject matter, I always like my work to give the sensation of the viewer as voyeur to something.

If you take footage of someone, whether they are crying, laughing even just talking, looking at the action one frame at a time the face distorts. There is a difference, sometimes drastic, from how it looked even a few frames beforehand. A neck will swell out, the nose seems of a different shape. The difference can be markedly different, each frame going towards forming a crowd of people who look similar but not exact as can occur within a family.

I decided to do a short series of 3 panels each 9×12 sequentially of a scene. I achieved the effect of what I was viewing.

 

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50’s Riffin

The place was upstate & in the middle of nowhere. She had heard about it from some of her friends. No one said what actually went on there but merely alluded to it w/slightly arched brows. The boy her parents insisted she spend time w/. “I know where we can go…” The drive was mostly done in silence as the small talk that they had attempted made it seem even more awkward. For his part, they forced jocularity he had tried out made him instantly think of his father and so his mouth snapped shut with no sound but much force. The ride was just long enough for the night quiet that surrounded them to become exciting, as if they were at the start of becoming co-conspirators.
There were some cars parked unevenly out front.

He took her hand and they went through the door. At first they had both been scared. Julia had been so frightened that much like the accident when she was younger, she became very quiet and although she moved, radiated a stillness. All of this kicked in before she actually became calm. For his part, his nerves remained a sea whose surface continued to roil. He looked at her, she was so calm, his palm was a wet guilty verdict.

Julia looked all around. A few people were holding beer bottles with the necks between their fingers like a piece of sporting equipment for a game with which they are only vaguely familiar. Antonella was slow dancing in the middle of the room. She had never been one of the pretty girls, the group within the group of burgeoning women. But after summer vacation word got around that she had done more than any of her better looking peers and this was parlayed into a type of popularity. All the times that she was ignored, she was now getting hers, insisting that her boyfriend dance with her.

Some of the boys sit on the lip of the fireplace, cigarettes dangling from their bottom lips, nudging each other with their shoulders and giggling.

In very little time Julia realized that there was nothing to be frightened of, this was just a giant playhouse with children playing at being adults. An entire night of watching the behavior of others, the effect similar to someone trying to describe a movie which they had not seen but merely had heard about, adulthood. Her date never fully relaxed and for the rest of her life Julia always gravitated towards men who were more frightened than her.
FiniOct 8 W.Wolfson

 

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The Sea (for Kini)

I used to do large paintings, acrylic on canvas. Door sized things. I was not very good at the time and I sometimes think the real art was in the making of the pieces as I often had an audience. Everyone liked the works but I think it was being caught up in the moment or after the fact, remembering the time.

I got serious about painting, I got good. I am far better with watercolors than I ever was with acrylics. I got rid of 95% of my old works.

My paintings and drawing tend to be far smaller now. my largest graphite pieces are 9×12 with the paintings being 7×10. (more often than not 5.5×8.5)

I have a logic to this. I want the viewer to feel as if ease-dropping in on whatever scene I am putting forth. As important as the emotional effect, i have the first time or new collector’s in mind.

When  first getting into art there is a vague sense of what one likes. The more you delve into art, the more exposure you have, the palate becomes fuller formed. To get one of the larger pieces so en vogue when first starting out, you run the risk of it dictating the timber of a burgeoning collection.

I want a collector to live with my works, not under them. For people where space is at a premium, the now seemingly typical big-boys dominate a room. The real big pieces, you have to almost put goggles over the mind’s eye, you stop noticing it except for rare instances and this defeats the purpose of having art.

With my now firmly established voice, I have no idea if my technique would even work with large pieces. As a challenge for myself I have decided to do a few larger (for me) pieces. Regardless of whether I can make it work, I still do not see myself going as big as is popular. Bigger is not better it is just “more”.

This is my first “big” piece.

The Sea (for Kini) graphite & paper 14×17

 

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Face Dances

For Sharon Anderson

I had an acquaintance in Toronto who fancies herself a shutterbug. She walks all around the city snapping photos of whatever catches her eye. She does this on her own, with friends and as part of an informal group.

The city has some vibrant graffiti and murals. Someone had done one of Prince, which she snapped a photo of. Prince as he was in the first flush of mega-stardom, decked out in the white ruffles and purple sequenced jacket. The problem was, it looked almost nothing like Prince. The outfit was correct and served as a visual clue:  “you are looking at Prince”.  Had he had no shirt on (or a different outfit) as occurred in some promo photos and videos, then no one would have had any idea who it was.

A lot of stars, especially artists,  have one or two  images  ingrained in the public’s conscious. This is even more so for musicians of the pre Instagram age.  Record companies, Dj etc all had to have the promotional photos/packs. The publicity photo a pre requisite but not too often updated. Jim Morrison is forever fitting into his leather pants, shirtless or with white pirate shirt, starring back at the camera as he wonders whether it is all worth it, forgetting that Rimbaud gave up poetry to become a white slaver. Jimi Hendrix is caught up in a spider’s web of bandannas and clashing colors as he lights Monterrey Pop on fire. And Prince had the ruffles at the throat and purple sequenced jacket different in color but similar to what Pete Townsend, light years away stylistically from the purple one, wore in the sixties.

So much rock was born out of rebellion, which is why every generation still holds it dear. Lazily resorting to visual shorthand of well known outfits reduces them down to a sort of uniform, very anti-rock (rebellion).

The best art tied in to musicians/artists, they should be recognizable in a different outfit or even just the face.

What makes for an even more worthwhile work is not their recognizably but rather does the work radiate an emotion which in turn makes the viewer feel something. The handicap of doing the visual shorthand of obvious outfit is even with some of the better works, you are freeze drying the emotion(s) to what was offered up in the photo. All photos are the souvenir of a dead thing as the moment has come and gone.

Faces, not necessarily of famous people, have always called to me. To conjure up a face on paper is an important part of what I do. Emotion coming through is the most important facet of what I do.

Here are several faces, done on different types paper. The inherent properties of the papers adding themselves to my voice like spice(s) to a stew.

All are 9×12

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Pocket Pads

I always have a pocket pad on me, more often than not it is my Midori w/ customized paper. I compulsively try different brands and set ups/ style.

I do in general prefer the refillable ones. There is something about having same pad accompany me all over the world and grow increasingly familiar in touch and sight for me.

There are some great non refillable pads out there too. Within my diverse collection of pocket pads they all fall within the 3×5 size range.

One thing I like about mixing thing up pad wise is that although they all are the same size each company’s paper has different properties. My voice remains present but each type of paper adding something of its own property’s to the mix.

It is akin to a musician using different instruments for different types of songs (think for example, Miles Davis or Jimmy Page)

Here are some quick sketches done on pocket pad of company I just discovered.

 

 

City Street Scene

I have the pleasure of providing images for the upcoming Kris Correya movie; 4 Stories & a Funeral. The images will start and close each segment and also appear in the credits.

The movie covers the little known outside of India music scene in Mumbai which is kept alive and evolving by multi generations of passionate enthusiasts.

“City Street Scene” 9×12 colored pencil & Paper

 

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Narrative Sixteen

Lucy had that way of looking both beautiful and tough that let me know that I would not be any good for her. At least not as promised by the end of countless movies.
I was looking for a hanger for my jacket as it deserved better than merely the back of a chair.
She was in the other room. I had said water would be fine but I swore that I heard the pa-pop of a cork being pulled, echoing the cadence too of a thousand French waiters hitting three fingers against puffed out cheeks and pursed lips in acknowledgment of their approval and that they will get on it right away.
Motion creates the illusion of accomplishment. Sharks are over achievers. Something caught the corner of my eye.
I had no idea where the light switch was and so decided to stand still and wait to see if it made its way into the strip of night sky that was spilling in through the ill placed window.

She came in holding two glasses. With a laugh:
“What are you doing?”
The light. A long centipede slowly crawled along the horizon line where floor meets wall.
It was all yellows and oranges with spots of molted black. There was a wet reddish piece of meat in its mouth which is managed to continue to carry.
I shuddered and rapidly slapped both my shoulders in confirmation that nothing was on me.
Lucy too was transfixed.
“I cant believe I used to smoke those things.”

W.Wolfson ’19

 

5×4 Quick sketch

 

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