With the exception of an implied nooner a year and a half ago, we’ve seen very little to suggest that there exists any real passion between Les and Cayla. Instead, as their wedding approaches, we are getting to see a lot more petty bitching and passive-aggressiveness.
Something makes me think that the grill guy is based on one of TB’s IRL buddies. Batiuk’s rendered him with more loving care than he typically expends on his throwaway “extras”.
Well, looks as if we’ve been spared a whole week of St. Lisa counseling Les from beyond the grave. So: is today the actual wedding day, or are they still planning this? Reason I’m asking is because it looks like the mobile barbecue grill is setting up in the driveway, along with a table and canopy. Today’s “joke” is number umpteen-thousand-sixty-seven in Les’ series of asshat non sequiturs. Of course the chairs aren’t for the bride and groom, jerkoff.
Since unveiling her wedding-at-home plans to Les, Cayla seems to be getting more stressed, and less appreciative of Les’ carefree attitude (although that pissed-off look she’s giving him in panel 2 is…kinda sexy). If this culminates in her actually getting fed up and not going through with the wedding? Well, I can’t take back all the things I’ve said about Funky Winkerbean, but I will donate fifty bucks to lisaslegacyfund.org.
“If you’re still watching this on videotape…”? It is a videotape! What’s he supposed to watch it on?
There are seventeen comments already below as I write this, so I’m way late to the party, but the general tone of the comments so far is “What. The. Fuck,” and rightly so. The worst part, of course, is that Batiuk intends for these neverending Lisa Tapes to be heartwarming. What we’d really love to see is Cayla lurking just outside the room where Les pays rapt attention to his first and only true love, finally, finally realizing that she needs to move on.
“That’s why we do it…because traveling around the country signing books for mobs of adoring housewives while, back at home, two women inexplicably compete for my affection, is not sufficient to feed my massive ego! I’m saving lives here dammit!“
This is, after all, a “comic” strip, so it would be unseemly to gripe when the cartoonist leaves aside the doom and gloom to attempt an actual joke. But man, for a guy who exercises regularly, Funky looks way old beyond his years. He’s beginning to resemble Fred Mertz.
Son of Stuck Funky 