I suppose that the reader is expected to chuckle at Les’ lackadaisical approach to wedding planning: typical last-minute male thing, amirite? But Cayla’s reaction could serve as a response to any number of instances of TB’s own sloppy storytelling, e.g., Summer in April of her senior year: …”I’m going with my dad to check out a college this weekend.” “Seriously? That just occurred to you?”
Author: TFHackett
Pair-asites
Nothing, nothing to see or chuckle at today, folks. Just a couple of bandy legged, middle-aged white men trying to stay the hell out the way of a couple of younger, healthier Caucasians, in a setting that’s meant be a park in autumn but whose hazy amber hues suggest the midst of a forest fire.
What's a Meta For?
“Our first real place”? If you go by this strip from 2008, Darin and Jessica got married about ten years ago. Darin had rarely been seen (and Jess not at all) until they appeared on Les’ doorstep in April of 2011. So if this old apartment over a pizza parlor is their first real place, where and how had they lived before Moore Manor? Staying with friend after friend until they wore out their welcome?
For Cryin' Out Cloud
sourbelly
September 13, 2012 at 1:14 am
So…Black Cloud vs. Good Cloud. Superman helps Good Cloud (he’s the good guy, I’m guessing, based on his name) defeat Black Cloud (bad guy) with The Silver Lining (what?). That sounds really stupid, folks!
Oh, wait, it gets even better! The Silver Lining appears from out of nowhere! In a flash of light! Now that’s what I call “writing!” Incredibly lame, puerile, crappy writing. Even the Lord of the Late is appalled.
I Really Don't Know Clouds at All
Who’s got it better than Mopey Pete? He got to sit staring at his laptop while his friends schlepped all his worldly goods down those rickety stairs. Then Darin’s offhanded comment magically unblock’s Pete’s creativity.
Son of Stuck Funky 