It’s great you stayed up all night finishing the script you should have done 22 months ago and all but don’t be too surprised if praise doesn’t come flooding into your email box just yet as it’s around 3:30 A.M in L.A. and even the crackheads at Mann’s Chinese Theater have passed out for now.
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Son of Stuck Funky 
A little while back some apologist tried to defend some of Batiuk’s writing by claiming that he didn’t need to show every single detail, and that there were details we could just infer. I forget what it specifically was, but because it wasn’t anything remotely simple or normal I remember laying out point by point exactly why they were wrong.
This would have been one time they would have been right. We didn’t need to get that extra bit of panels telling us that he was emailing it to “Hollywood”. I’m fairly sure that even here we don’t have so low an opinion of Les Moore that we think he’s too stupid to send an email.
And from that Hollywood comment I actually wonder if Batiuk’s long since forgotten whatever the name of Les’ publicist/agent is. Not like a person who apparently handles every part of the process would be at all important in a cancerous plot that keeps metastasizing and taking over the rest of the story.
Wait a minute!
Have I not had enough coffee, or is that house in panel #2 a different house than they are normally pictured as living in?
Where is the famous porch where Lisa and Boy Lisa had the meeting, and where the swing was removed for winter twice?
“What the–‘Message Undeliverable Error’? But I plainly typed in H-O-L-L-Y-W-O-O-D!”
“What the–’Message Undeliverable Error’? But I plainly typed in H-O-L-L-Y-W-O-O-D!”
The script is now filling a million spamboxes in Hollywoood
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That’s Creepy Les’ little writing hut, back behind the main house. I approve, because it gets him out of everybody’s way while he’s in there wanking to his invisible deadwife hallucinations.
Cayla has a pretty large and loving family. Maybe show some of her relatives sometime?
One of the best things about married couples in fiction is that you suddenly have a huge group of people from either side of the union that you can seamlessly insert into plotline. That Batiuk has not taken advantage of this huge wellspring of drama and comedy leaves me utterly baffled.
Yeah, right, he finishes at night, and straight away sends in the script by email? Don’t bother getting that script copyrighted Less, because it’s well know how honestly studios deal with writers. As you sit there is A-Hi-A, waiting for an answer, your script is being “rejected”, given to a student from the USC Film School to do a re-write for $500, who will then copyright the script, get screen credit, and you will end up forever making your stupid puns, hating your students, a legend in your own mind, and dreaming about what could have been. Oh, by the way, NotLisa will then dump your ass, divorce you, go to Hollywood, and marry that USC student. Happy rest of your life in Cancerville Less!
Damn, that must be a short script if Les can just submit it as an e-mail attachment.
Judging by their amazed/puzzled reaction to sending the e-mail, it seems that these two are Pluggers. Makes sense.
I’m going on record right now and stating that it’s almost a certainty that absolutely nothing interesting will ever come of any of this. At most, they’ll all watch it together and a) they’ll pat him on the back and applaud him even more or b) he’ll bitch the whole time about how “Hollywood” ruined his masterpiece. No trips to Hollywood, no awards, not even a spot on Radio Ron’s morning show.
Furthermore, I believe he’ll drag this out for as long as he possibly can, maybe even years, because it’s an excuse to talk about Lisa even if only peripherally and no way he’s letting that go without a fight. Les will be re-writing that cancer book until the last felt tip has gone dry and you can take that to the bank.
So, in conclusion, coming in 2019: The gang gathers to watch “LS-The Movie”. They all enjoy it and marvel at Les’ screenwriting abilities. Lisa is remembered. The end.
You know what would be funny? If, after taking 22 months to send in his script, the studio then took 22 months to tell him they’ve received it.
Of course, were that to happen, we’d get Les and the cast bitching and moaning about how “Hollywood rich types” don’t care about the creative people in this world.
More likely: they’ll decide to shoot the movie in Westview, and after several of the creative people involved demonstrate that they clearly don’t worship Lisa the way everyone ought, Les will take over as director, composer and leading man.
Most likely of all: as Epicus notes, nothing will happen. At all.
I would enjoy a story arc where Les goes to Hollywood to watch the filming, and has an affair with the actress playing Lisa. Then the actress dies of cancer.
I wouldn’t be surprised at all if the follow-up arc features nothing more than Les TALKING ABOUT the film, probably while sitting at Montoni’s or the park or something. Anything more ambitious than that seems way too complex and involved for a FW arc.
Disappointed with the slow progress of the film project and Les’ problematic script, the network will sell the rights to a third-rate film company. In turn, the new producers will hire Frankie to do the script rewrite and direct the TV movie.
So does Funky have one of those little magnetic yellow ribbons (made in china) on “Snowball”. TB did hit this one correct..outside of a small circle war/conflict/peacekeeping/regime change (select one) does not seem to affect US society… too many new(er) distractions for the Mr & Mrs To busy to be a homecoming king/queen.
Les is an insufferable fool, but it’s not true that he has to do anything to “copyright” his script. The moment it is recorded onto a “tangible medium,” copyright attaches. He doesn’t even have to put a copyright notice on it (although that used to be a requirement). He can register the copyright by filing with the Library of Congress’s copyright office. By doing so, he may be able to get more damages in court should someone infringe his copyright.
More likely, though, is that “Hollywood” will sue him for material breach of contract for being two years late delivering the script. His agent Apple Annie (remember her?) has probably been trying to contact him, but all her emails went to spam, and of course Les never answers his cell phone or reads text because technology more recent than Word Perfect is evil.