Today TB confounds probably 85% of his loyal fans by dropping the word “vlogs” into his strip (it’s made even more confusing in that damn Funky Winkerbean comic font…”VhO6S”?).
Upon being introduced to Jinx, Miss Haystack Head immediately goes into self-effacing mode, because in Westview, nobody’s creative output is worthwhile unless their name is Les Moore. Bull and Jinx immediately respond by ignoring Jessica.
Could Be a Dull Book Here
Inspired, no doubt, by Les’ rise to literary stardom, Harry Dinkle has decided to share his story with the world. Today, Chapter 63, in which none of the students bother to inform their clueless band director that they’re not that kind of “band”.
The Passion of the Les
John
August 2, 2011 at 5:12 pm…I doubt even the most ardent fan would be with Les on his oh-so-deep angst over this. You keep pretending that this is something awful. But. It. Is. NOT.
…Stop trying to pretend this is misfortune, instead of you once again rewarding your favorite character.
…He wants to be paid, and paid well, but he also wants to pretend that being paid is a trial? Fine. Just stop showing it in-strip, ’cause we’re not buying it.
Not that I need to add to John’s comment excerpted above, but man alive, Les keeps outdoing himself in the insufferable martyr department. By panel 3 his arms are even extended in a crucifixion pose.
Lawyers, Puns and Buddies
Riff Chick
August 2, 2011 at 4:23 pmso now we can add “Attorney” to the title of Agent/Publicist/Formerly Homeless Woman Apple Annie?
Not so fast there, Riff Chick! TB reserves that honor for real-life New York lawyer Peter Shukat, whose clients include Yoko Ono and the estate of Miles Davis, and whose firm once fired off a very testy Cease and Desist order on behalf of a certain beloved cartoonist.
I Am the Eggman
Les has dispensed with the jerky questions and now proceeds to his list of demands: “I want to be able to write the screenplay.” Sure. And maybe you’d like to portray yourself while you’re at it, you egomanic? Ann has no doubt heard such highfalutin’ assumptions before, and quickly puts Les’ formidable ego in check by equating his masterwork with mere henfruit.