Rout-Les

Oh man. We’re still walking.

Walking, walking, walking, in today’s Strip

Lisa died of breast cancer, right? Why did the cancer walk get hijacked by Funky’s trick knee, gout, bursitis or Les’s.. um, never, mind, Les is aging apparently only by getting a cool stripe on the side of his head.

In any case, my take-away from all of this is Tombat fishing for accolades for realistically aging his characters, weird time jumps aside. Which is fine, if you want to call the strip Aging Boomers or something. But the idea this strip depicts contemporary issues affecting young adults in a thought-provoking and sensitive manner is now a meme unto itself here. It’s a joke. This strip is about the horrors of growing old in an inescapable town while surrounded by terrible people and situations.

Legacy of Pain

C’mon, Funky, you’re barely moving in today’s strip! Faster, faster!

This weeklong walk certainly feels like a marathon. The problem is, being friends with Les means you’re guilted into going *every* single year, year after year after year. Like, it’s taken for granted Funky is going. What if Funky wanted to go to the Bahamas during the walk?

It reminds me of the “Death Piano.” in my house. It belonged to my grandmother, who passed it to my mother, who passed it to me. Has anyone ever played it for more than 5 minutes? More cats have used it as a sitting place than anyone has ever used it. But because it was grandmother’s, no one can get rid of it. Now it’s just a dust-collecting bench.

It Goes Fast…But This Week Won’t

Link to today’s strip

Epicus here filling in for the evening. I have to admit I didn’t see this coming, I thought the annual cancer fun run thing was confined to that horrible Sunday strip. But nope, BatBrain dropped Owen’s grand moment on the big stage just to run yet another ponderous “Lisa’s Legacy” promotional arc featuring the Wistful Widower and his fat trusty sidekick, Near-Death Man. Couldn’t this drivel have waited for a week? Or for eternity?

So I guess the timeline continuity just kinda comes and goes at TheAuthor’s convenience, eh? Don’t even get me going on that whole timeline conundrum thing again. Check out the dick with ears, strutting around with that #1 on his back, acting like a big shot just because HIS wife died making the annual fun run possible. What a dick.

And it’s official: here come the leaves. That means Westview’s annual three month long blizzard is right around the corner. Time really does fly, I suppose.