End Of The Weak

Oh God, not again. Les is taking center stage again, babbling to a confused group of strangers about anchors and who knows what else in today’s strip.

From the reaction of the crowd, they’re unsure whether to politely chuckle or cheer, as either reaction would be quite forced. Instead, they go with their gut feeling and just act natural, which is to say somewhere between confused at the metaphor and annoyed that this “I’m so wonderful, look at me.” Les-Fest is still going on.

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Running? Gag

Hey, the thing actually ended!

Poor Skyler. As evidenced in today’s strip, you’re never too young to be drug kicking and screaming into the Westview life of lowered expectations and disappointment.

Don’t worry, kid, as you get older, your face will elongate into a shovel-shape like your dad’s and you won’t look like a Peanut’s character so much. That is, if Batuik doesn’t decide to do a very special weeklong arc about SIDS, or, more likely, just completely write you out of the comic entirely.

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.