I’ve struggled to hang on to the notion that Tom Batiuk’s illusory superiority renders him oblivious to his online critics. But between yesterday’s “chew toy” reference and today’s panel 3, it seems that not only are some of those slings and arrows getting through, but that TB gets the last laugh. “Hate readers”, after all, are better than no readers; meanwhile, those paychecks from King Features Syndicate continue to accrue.
Category: Son of Stuck Funky
Sponge Nonsense
The “action” continues to alternate between the west and the east coasts…
As he did with his “shallow end of the gene pool” remark, Pete continues to speak in weird lingo. By the way: the “clone story arc” wasn’t the chew toy, Pete himself was, even unto these editors he’s addressing (and whose names we’ll never know; let’s call them Manny, Moe, and Moishe). Pete also continues to moan about being responsible for a story arc which he developed and enthusiastically pitched just a couple weeks ago, and which, while controversial, has proven to be enormously successful.
Götterdämmeringtone
Apologies, readers, was too busy today to compose a post ahead of time; please do enjoy the latest antics of Harry Dinkle.
City of Tiny Lites
Mason Jarr the movie star is nothing if not wistful. During his Ohio sojourn, he remarked that Westview reminded him of his dear old hometown, while tonight the lights of L.A. remind him of Christmas. They kinda remind me of the backdrop of the Johnny Carson-era Tonight Show.
We’re treated to another glimpse of Batiuk’s understanding of How the Movie Industry Works: the movie Mason was signed to star in last summer is slated for production “this year” (well that’s vague enough), but, as happened with the ill-fated Lust for Lisa telepic, the script still needs work. It’s certain that Les, who wore out his Hollywood welcome on his first try, won’t get the call. Perhaps Mason should offer to write the script, seeing as how he must now be an expert on Starbuck Jones.
Just Another Funky Friday
I wasn’t able to Lewis and Clark today’s strip for ya.
