
I've been meaning to blog on this all week, but frankly, it's just really difficult. I'm about to lose someone very dear to me, and it's really shaken me up. I've been reading about his impending death in the past few weeks, and only found out a few days ago that he will be dying very soon, and it's rendered me speechless.
And just because he's a cartoon penguin doesn't make this any less serious.
Yes, folks, after almost three decades, Opus the Penguin will be laid to rest by his cartoon creator, Berke Breathed. I grew up on Bloom County. It was like Doonesbury, but with more pop culture and less politics. (I was 11 when I started reading the comic, and because I wasn't Alex P. Keaton, I wasn't about to read a strip that was overly political.) I've been by Opus's side when he was first brought home by accident by Binkley, who thought he was adopting a German shepherd. The penguin was meant to be part of a one-off arc, but fans LOVED him and his bad English skills (remember the Hari Krishna whom Opus called Hairy Fishnuts?) and he stayed, eventually becoming the star of the series. With Bill the Cat, the drunken, stoned feline who rarely said anything other than "Ack!", Opus became a pop culture icon.
I think my favourite of the books was Billy and the Boingers, when Opus and company decide to form a metal band called Deathtöngue:

Steve Dallas was the manager (he wanted a job where he wouldn't have to wear a tie and would get lots of sex), Opus was the tuba player, Bill the drunken lead singer, and Hodge-Podge the drummer. Steve Dallas's open audition was posted on a tree, and read: "Tomorrow: Open Audition for new high-profit heavy-metal rock band. Need to know 3 chords and be able to grimace musically." Rosebud the Basselope attempts to audition, but sings "The Sounds of Silence." When Steve tells him that's not the sound they're looking for, he offers to throw in some lewd gestures, but it's not enough to get him the gig. The stuff is still hilarious 20 years on (and the back cover of the book has the four of them posing as U2 on the Joshua Tree album; BRILLIANT). The band eventually realized their name wasn't any good, and changed it to the much improved Billy and the Boingers.
The book came with one of those little flexi-disks, and I still remember listening to it (oh MAN I still HAVE it! I just checked the book!) and their big single was "U Stink But I ♥ U" (I loved the Prince-type spelling). The chorus went like this:
You make me sick! (way-oh, way-oh, way-oh)
You make me sick!
You really stink, girl,
You make me sick! (way-oh, way-oh, way-oh)
You make me sick (tuba solo)
But I love you.
I'm typing that totally from memory. Glad to see I used my memory for the important things.
I just found a site that has the MP3s of that song and the other one, "I'm a Boinger."
Check them out if you want to hear the silliness.
Anyway, after Bloom County ended (and I finally dried my tears), Berke Breathed came out with a new, surreal comic called Outland. Inevitably, Opus appeared in that one and his adventures began anew. And then that came to an end, along with Opus. Again. And then... in 2003, Berke Breathed released "Opus," as its own comic. I read it on Salon.com, but it's available at other online sites. Every Sunday a new one is posted, and I go and check it out. Steve has a bad receding hairline with grey streaks over his ears, and Opus has become more philosophical in his old age.
A couple of weeks ago, Opus decided to hop on a plane and accidentally mentioned that he'd smuggled himself into the country 30 years ago. Despite waving a tiny American flag while running madly through the airport screaming, "I love George Bush!" he was thrown into a holding cell at Homeland Security (and called Akbar) and tortured before they stuck him in an animal shelter, where he is currently holed up with a tiny puppy who wants to hear his life story. So, Opus has been telling it, and it's wonderful to read the recaps of the high points of his life, from Billy and the Boingers to the time he fought Mary Kay Cosmetics to his undying love for Diane Sawyer... and he occasionally adds in jokes about a tryst with Sarah Palin (they'd shoot moose together). But there was something strange and final about these comics, and I started to get a bad feeling about where it was going. Sure enough, earlier this week Berke Breathed announced that was it, and he was
finally putting Opus to rest once and for all on November 2. He says the current political climate has just gotten too dark, and he's so angry he's worried it will start permeating the comics, and he doesn't want to destroy Opus like that. So he's going to let the penguin go gently into that good night, and let us have our memories of him.

So go check him out at Salon.
This is the comic that made me start feeling uncomfortable that something bad was about to happen to him, yet at the same time I loved seeing all the old memories again.
Here is the complete Opus archive at Salon, from most recent to older. Get to know the penguin before he's gone. As for me, I shall hug my stuffed Opus a little tighter, keep my comic books a little closer, and hope Breathed gives him a good send-off.
Good-bye, Opus. May your penguin dreams come true, may your wish for wings that work actually happen, and may Diane Sawyer finally come around and run off to Antarctica with you.