Food Poisoning

Link to today’s strip

As usual, the Sunday strip wasn’t available for preview. Normally I would try to tough it out till midnight, just to make sure whatever horrors Sunday brings are properly commented on. However, the strain of trying to find amusement in drying paint has finally broken me, and I’ve come down with the Westview flu. Not as deadly as the Spanish flu, maybe, but virulent in it’s ability to sap me of energy, leaving me with a headache, and slightly nauseous. So pretty much what you would expect after spending two weeks with Les Moore.

Here’s hoping that it’s not able to be transmitted through the interwebs, because Beckoning Chasm is taking over for me tomorrow, and I’d hate to think I had contaminated the controls.

Goodnight, and Good Luck.


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10 responses to “Food Poisoning

  1. billytheskink

    A fittingly lame denouement for a rather benign story arc.

    Nate’s smile hides nothing here, he’s not joking at all. Like everyone at Westview High, he hates his job, his students, and his coworkers.

  2. I’ve never seen so many punchable faces at one time. At least he managed to keep the tables populated the same from frame to frame.

    • An uber-punchable Dinkle in the penultimate panei.

      • Rusty Shackleford

        His wife is the happiest lady in town, cause he is never home.

        I’m just glad they drew Lefty in such a way that we didn’t see that pinned up sleeve. Usually they go out of their way to show it.

  3. Paul Jones

    You didn’t miss much. It’s just another reminder that the high school is staffed by gloomy timeservers waiting for sweet, sweet Death.

  4. Gerard Plourde

    What a bleak worldviewTomBa has proposed in today’s summary strip. Is he really this devoid of hope and joy?

  5. I’m trying to find something – anything – nice to say about today’s strip (it is Sunday, after all), but the way Less eats a hot dog in panel one makes me want to put him through a meat grinder and feed him to his co-“workers.”

    • spacemanspiff85

      It’s the last panel, where it looks like he and Cayla are about to start making out, that really disturbs me.

    • Well, he’s obviously chewing something, but his hot dog is intact. Here’s hoping his mouth is full of bloody Chiclets.

  6. Epicus Doomus

    “Ugh, in just seven more months I gotta churn out another year of these tedious joyless strips…sigh”. This one is a little too autobiographical for comfort. This guy really needs to get the hell out of mid-central Ohio once in a while.