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“Don’t forget your own children have cell phones”?! If this meeting doesn’t end with someone screaming “This is what our tax dollars go towards?!?!” and all the parents beating the crap out of Les, I’ll be outraged.
And The Author’s unfamiliarity with reality continues. Even if the kids all have cell phones (and, while it’s hard to believe, there probably is at least one kid in the class who doesn’t for some reason) that fact doesn’t get the teachers off the hook for responsibility as adults “in loco parentis” – they are responsible for the week-being all of the Seniors who are under the age of majority.
That should read “well being” (Autocorrect strikes again!)
HA HA HA HA! More hilarious Dick Facey deadpan humor…”oh those kids today, amirite?”. I guess that despite Dick Face’s presence we should consider ourselves fortunate. After all, there’s no cancer, no death, no funerals and no one’s psychotic mother brutally stabbing a SJ comic book to death. It’s hard to believe but suddenly FW is “Crankshaft’s” lighter, funnier cousin. Which is like saying that heart disease is cancer’s lighter, funnier cousin. But still….
Coming next week: six straight days of Les and his students boarding a bus, featuring every single zany daffy thing that could possibly happen while boarding a bus. If you define “zany” and “daffy” as “dated and very mundane observations”, that is.
So that’s why Summer’s never in the strip anymore. She never answers Les’s calls. She’s suddenly my second favorite character in this strip, after Buddy, but he probably doesn’t exist anymore.
spacemanspiff85: Don’t jinx it. That’s a character I definitely do not miss at all.
For some reason, Les assumes that the kids on the trip won’t answer phone calls or texts from their parents just because they ignore texts from him reminding them about homework and other school-related crap. I can’t even bring myself to write another parody in this arc…how many panels of parents mocking a pretentious cockstain does it take before I’m just as formulaic and clichéd as T-Bats?
Meanwhile, over at Wankshaft, we’ve got our second mention of Starbuck Jones this week and even Jfff’s therapist is rapidly losing interest.
Hey Les, when’s the last time you talked to someone under the age of thirty? Not talking at them–these snide little bon mots of yours don’t count.
Oh, I can’t stand her when she’s in the strip either. But Les’s comment makes me hope that she’s finally had enough of him and will never appear in this strip again. That’s why I’d like her.
spacemanspiff85: I can’t see how she doesn’t someday become the WHS basketball coach. But hopefully we’re all long, long dead by the time that rolls around.
If anyone’s curious, there actually is a comic “Starbuck Jones”.
Not written by Batiuk, though. It’s webcomic that started in 2006 and was last updated in 2008.
It’s about a future space detective on one of Jupiter’s moons. I strongly doubt Batiuk’s seen it, since he very much doesn’t seem like the webcomics type to me. Especially ten years ago. I doubt he was even the web type then. It’s just odd that there’s this, and a DJ/musician named Starbuck Jones. Apparently three separate people think it’s a cool name, which seems like three too many to me.
Hey TB, Jerry Scott, Jim Borgman (Zits), Steve Kelley, and Jeff Parker (Dustin) just called. They think you should dial back on the “young people are terrible humans” rhetoric…
spacemanspiff85: The earliest mention of “Starbuck Jones” that I know of in FW dates back to 2010 in the infamous “Funky Coma Time Travel” arc. Does anyone know if there’s an earlier mention I missed?
It turned out to be like that old Act I arc where Les and Lisa went to the prom or whatever and their braces locked. Who knew at the time what that would eventually lead to, huh? Six years ago he off-handedly introduced SJ into the Funkyverse and now it’s this huge out of control behemoth that dominates everything, like with Lisa. That’s right, SJ is now the new Lisa, BanTom’s obsession, that which all else revolves around, his new reason for moving on for yet another ponderous year.
And if I’m right just think, this recent stuff is the result of BanTom shaking OFF his eternal malaise, however slightly. Mind boggling for sure. I bet you that right now he’s furiously working on a new SJ cover to feature in an arc and five or six really shitty jokes to surround it with. It’s nice to see him so inspired.
On this side, we have another reminder that the chief perk of Les’s job is holding his students in contempt. On the other, we’re probably heading for “Jeff’s mother had being mean cancer.”
Parents don’t call their kids, Batty, they text them.
Over in Crankshaft, we can add therapy to “things The Author didn’t research”. Most therapy is done face-to-face. Only psychoanalysis uses the couch and even in this method it’s purely optional.
As the parent of a teen I can assure you that Les does not know what he is talking about.
I can’t wait for Les to get angry letters from the parents of children who can’t afford cell phones for their kids, or who have refused them cell phones as a punishment or to prevent them from being distracted literally all the time.
I just can’t wait for Les to get angry letters about anything.
Batiuk using his comic strips to profess his love of old comics and pop culture is one thing…but working out his apparent mommy issues over at Crankshaft is…unseemly.
The sad thing is: Les is the Author Avatar character.
It’s really sad when Charlie Brown’s booth sessions with Lucy is the more believable depiction of psychiatric care.
What strikes me about this is how this whole enterprise has been useless this week. Les hasn’t said a single useful thing to the parents. He hasn’t passed on any necessary information or important policies that the parents should know. He’s just blathering inanities.
“If you have to reach your child, call their cell phone.” Thanks, asshole. I never would have come up with that if you hadn’t told me.
If I were one of the parents, I wouldn’t let my kid go on the trip, because the faculty is so obviously half-assing it. Would you want an oaf like Les supervising your child as they visit a large city several hundred miles away?
Batty loves pop culture? Maybe the pop culture of 40 years ago.