Way to pad the strip out with oversized dialog-free panels where nothing happens, Pulitzer (nominee) Boy. “This is what a real casting session looks like!”…big f*cking deal. I assumed it looked something like that but I never cared enough to verify it, so thanks there, Tom. “Only to see”…there’s a gag so old and so musty he had to spray it with Pledge before he used it. There’s only one word that aptly describes this one…”duh”.
Why are Les and Cindy sitting there at all? The idea that Mason needs to stage this charade in order to sway a recalcitrant Les is dumber than a pillowcase full of broken toasters. Since when is everyone so afraid of Les? What HE gonna do? Take his stupid story and go home?
Coming soon: After ruining the project in a smug fussy rage, Les is outraged to discover that Mason is going ahead with “Liza’s Tale…The Second Galosh”, a story about a young wife and mother who contracts CTE after being stricken with a big hunk of cement during an explosion at the UPS store. Les takes his plagiarism case all the way to the Supreme Court, where the justices laugh and throw trash at him.
Son of Stuck Funky 
Tomorrow, Les looks at Cindy and says, “In this rancid light, with those ugly glasses, you look just like Lisa. Only younger.” Cue the love theme from “Romeo and Juliet!
Yep, Cindeye will stumble into the role of Lisa. Because that’s how things are done in this strip. People just accidentally stumble into fame and fortune.
It’s the “nerdy girl takes off her glasses and lets her hair down” cliche, but in reverse. The attractive Cindy puts her glasses on, put her hair up, and is revealed as the perfect Lisa.
“I only need glasses for special occasions…like seeing”? So Cindy was driving Les around the greater Los Angeles freeway system without being able to see? Doesn’t she realize she could have caused a fatal accident, and the world could have been left without Les Moore forev…er, never mind, Cindy. Keep up the good work.
By the by, shouldn’t the director of the film be part of this “process,” hoax or not?
Masone is the de facto director… He already said in his wry half-joking (but not really) manner that he needed Martin as an official fall guy if the movie bombed…
I don’t rate Martin as a director because he’s just 18 months removed from directing the movie that grossed more than Infinity War and The Last Jedi combined and he’s had absolutely zero job offers except for Masone’s flagrant Oscar-whoring vanity project…
This strip looks a lot better when I take my glasses off, and my lenses are so thick that Lenscrafters doesn’t keep them in stock and I have to wait weeks for glasses they can produce for other folks in one hour…
A metaphor for Batty whoring it up for the Pulitzer Committee
Most of us become more farsighted rather than nearsighted as we age (hence the joke “My arms must be getting too short”). Hard as it is to believe, it appears that “problems associated with aging” has to be added to the list of things TomBa doesn’t know about.
1. Didn’t Cindye use to be a career woman with an actual job?
2. Yeah I know she looks like a party girl hottie who got lost on her way back to Arizona State, but is Les REALLY that fuckin’ surprised to learn a 61-year-old grandma wears eyeglasses? I know her age because Jerome Bushka’s two weeks of NFL training camp fame came in the summer of 1980 for the old St. Louis Football Cardinals, which means he and Cindye graduated Westview in nineteen freaking seventy-six…
3. Even Warren Beatty thinks Cindye is so vain… So terribly vain.
4. It’s funny because contact lenses haven’t been invented in the Funkyverse…
5. If Cindye is blind as a bat, I got some serious questions about how she does her fuckin’ job as a newsblonde and drives daily in L.A. traffic without her glasses…
Great. Super. More “Gurls is vain” bullcrap.
I’ve changed my guess. Batiuk isn’t padding this out to reach the 50th. He’s padding this out to reach the 100th.
The stakes just keep getting lower and lower!
Cindy Magoo.
I imagine that whenever Les is out of town, Cayla stocks up at Total Wine, makes a few phone calls to arrange girls’ nights, unplugs the VCR (the hammer drawing closer each time), and slaps her forehead a few times while screaming, “Whhhhhhyyyyyyy!?!!??!!”