Link to today’s strip.
You can’t say I didn’t warn you.
You could concentrate on panel one, where Les has off-loaded yet another job to someone else, doubling his contribution of nothing. Barry looks positively Cory-esque (old school Cory) as he plots some kind of photo-related mayhem.
If you choose to go on to panels two and three, you have just saved a lot of money on an emetic. Oh, poor, poor, poor Les, always and everywhere to be reminded of his sad loss–a loss that happened well over eighteen years ago, and, after said eighteen years, he–uh, remarried. Whoops!
A couple days ago I said I wanted to slap Les. Strips like these make me want to bury an axe in his skull.
It also drives home the occasionally floated idea that Les’ marriage to Cayla was simply Tom Batiuk trying to get some awards. There is clearly no affection between the Les and Cayla; they’re together only because Mr. Batiuk wanted to be thought of as “with-it” and “hep.” When that (and the nominations) failed to materialize, Cayla pretty much disappeared as a character. Last time she did anything was getting all flustered at the thought of Mason Jarr the Movie Actor coming for a visit. She usually just stands there and beams at her prize man…while he, of course, only has eyes for Lisa.
The shadow of Les hangs over every moment in Westview. If Tom Batiuk had a month-long story arc in which Les was murdered, I’d cheer. And the strip would improve greatly–not having to play second fiddle to Les, the other characters would finally start to shine in their own light and the strip would become interesting again.
Naturally, that will never happen. Which reminds me….
Remember how I implied, “It gets worse” yesterday? Well guess what–tomorrow, it gets worse.