Kids these days, with their shenanigans and whatnots! If it’s not gluing a quarter to the floor it’s vandalizing a car like in today’s strip. Nothing says light-hearted mischief like a $2200 detailing bill. What’s next? The classic “lit newspaper in the mailslot” trick?
Woohoo! Go Seniors!
Cancer sucks. We got your thesis statement loud and clear, Tombat, but with all of the Autumns you and Lisa must have shared pre-cancer, why are you reminiscing about this one in today’s strip?!
Thanks for that, by the way, now I have to try and wrench sarcastic snarking humor about a strip that is basically about slowly losing a loved one to cancer. Wee.
Nothing could jar someone out of a boring inner monologue like having the corpse of your dead wife pop up next to you on a bench like in today’s strip but Les seems to take it in stride; after all, dead or not, she *is* asking for him to talk more to her. Ghosts, allegories, wistful thinking and nostalgia be damned, no spectral visit it going to shift the focus from Les!
It looks like Tombat is getting a little lazy with this week’s strips, judging by the looks of Today’s strip. Is he just going to stare at things all day? Funky’s dad shows more life lately than Les does. I’m not even sure Tombat is creating new content, it’s like he’s just placing existing panels next to each other.
Uh oh! Spoilers for later this week!
Hey gang! SoSfDavidO here, hopping in here to snark away on Les and Company. Here is a link to today’s strip, which catches Les in a more introspective moment in which he ponders all of the tiny, once-meaningless lives he’s touched, and thus given meaning to. Unfortunately, he’s been standing there for over an hour, zonked out in a daze as staff wonders if they should call for a paramedic or a police officer.
Son of Stuck Funky 