Self-Defrecating Humor.

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Today’s strip is merely an inverse retread of yesterday’s strip, and commenting about Les being an insufferable twit has become an exhausting refrain. So instead some notes on the art.

In Panel one Cayla has a gross lobster hand deformity and seems to be putting her finger directly into her drink, no doubt slipping herself a mickey.

Darin and Jess have identical poses and smiles, which REALLY ups the creep factor between the two of them. Are we sure they’re not actually half-siblings? I wouldn’t put a little statutory indiscretion beyond Jess’s father, the talk show host, John Darling, who was murdered. Lisa could have been paid off to pin the deed on some jerk she got blackout drunk. Explains how she afforded law school.

Darin’s jacket is the same color as Cayla’s skin. I’m sure a Freshman Social Sciences major could write a seven page paper about the subtle metaphor of white male privilege clothing and protecting itself with by adopting the exterior trappings, the skin, of persecuted classes of society. But I think the colorist just was really really lazy today and only used six colors.

In the last panel, Les’ massive hand couldn’t really be attached to either shoulder as drawn. Instead it seems to extend directly from his crotch, pointing upward. A huge, disgusting, awards erection.

The Power of Negative Thinking.

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Wow, this is the exact same philosophy my dad takes with sports. He will run his favorite team down and ‘bet’ on the worst outcomes all secretly in the hopes that this ‘anti-jinxing’ will tip the odds in his favor. It’s kind of endearing when my dad does it, because my dad isn’t an asshole.

Give Cayla points on being well aware of the weird, facetiously self-deprecating, magical thinking of her husband. She knows what a smug depressive he is, and so far she’s stayed with him anyway. Maybe she has some kind of really fringe sadomasochistic fetish about being with an insufferable twat.

Crazy Harry’s opera glasses are an interesting touch. The art yesterday didn’t seem to indicate the room was that massive, so Harry must be blind as a bat.

Wry or Twee? That is the Question.

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Today’s strip was also not available for preview, but if it isn’t an painfully unfunny normie vs nerd joke I’ll be very surprised.

Beckoning Chasm had an interesting thought yesterday, that I wanted to examine further and get your opinion on:

“Two years ago, I would have bet money that Les would lose the award to something obviously lightweight and brainless (and popular). It would give Les a chance to bemoan how works of depth and subtlety are never rewarded for their excellence.

Now that the strip has gone full-on wish-fulfillment, I honestly would not be surprised to see him win.”

This strip used to be an endless parade of failure, but in the last few years it has more unwarranted rewards than Judge Parker, with a few medical issues tossed in now and then to remain ‘topical’. So what does the StuckFunky Commentatorverse think? Does Dead St. Lisa get the prize?

Ghosts of Strips Prescient.

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And BOOM we’re there! Like TommyBats had suddenly remembered he didn’t have a Comic Con angle this year and so last-minute pulled this out of his self-aggrandizing ass.

As some of you may know, the Stuck Funky writer’s bullpen have no ability to preview Sunday strips. So, may I say, that I predicted today’s strip on Thursday nearly perfectly, and many commenters also guessed the Women-Be-Shopping angle.

And what kind of nonsense is that last panel? Long boxes? People buying and selling comic books? SDCC is dominated by the synergistic interests of megaconglomerates like Disney/Marvel/Fox/Lucasfilm and AT&T/Warner Bros/DC Comics. It’s a pop culture trade show, with booth after corporate booth, trying to generate buzz on the newest Netflix TV Show, Marvel Movie, Video Game, or Cartoon in order to increase stock prices based on predicted reception of a new release. It’s the nerd equivalent of wandering through the Varied Industries building at the State Fair, while people try to sell you hot tubs, massage chairs, and seamless gutters.

You want a folksy but crowded ‘farmer’s market’ of genuine nerds pursuing private enterprise? Don’t go to San Diego.

The Little Lines Mean Excitement.

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Sorry for the late post again tonight, connection issues continue.

Funny how in that tux Crazy starts to look like the South Bend Shovel Slayer from Home Alone.

It’s strange that the only way Batiuk has left to show Crazy being crazy is shouting and over-exuberance, when in the old days, from what I’ve seen, it was actually crazy ideas…being presented by a laid-back pseudo-stoner.

Of course DSH isn’t going to Comic Con again. He’s boring as mud. His original point was a vessel for Batiuk’s comic fandom, but now that comic fandom is the default for the male Westviewian, DSH has been rendered superfluous, only to show up now and then behind the counter in the comic shop, like a bartender in a city of drunks. I doubt Tom even knows why the storyline about DSH being a consultant on the Starbuck movies fizzled, but he at least subconsciously realizes that this poor sad sack is not needed to be the nearly mute sidekick of a sidekick parroting whatever inane reactions to the Crazy Harry Craziness that Les or Cayla could just as well spout.