It's summer, and the smell of bullshit is wafting in the air…

For a comic that treats its readers to dirigible-sized word balloons with entire short stories in them some days, this strip certainly is lacking some details.  I know we needed room for that sideways smirk close up but Backache, please!   Unless Les was smoking massive amounts of pot and turning in pages of writing journals full of nothing but AC/DC RULES!!! scrawled all over it I fail to see how this dreaming warrior-poet could fail creative writing and be told he’d never be a writer.

I pity the poor Prof that actually did teach Tom Batiuk creative writing back at Kent State– he’s now drawn the ire of a Pulitzer prize winning cartoonist-writer!

Book Tour of Duty redux

DavidO here, filling in for TFHackett, who is currently out doing a “Son of Stuck Funky” book tour.

It must have been a slow day in the shading department when this strip was colored up; what’s with the dramatic shadowing?   Maybe they’re trying to imply a nuke just went off a mile down the road from Les’s house but I doubt it.  In either case, I’m glad Les said “Cayla” at the beginning of the strip, otherwise we’d have no idea who that white woman coming up the steps to snog was! Once Cayla’s up on the porch, Les does his best Ash impersonation from the end of Army of Darkness, complete with the white stripe on the side of his noggin.