For a high-school jock, Summer’s got a rather girly-girl bedroom. Pink walls, pink draperies…anyway, in panel 3, why is she giving that “hmmmm” look? Unless this scene is taking place on a Friday, of course Susan will see Les tomorrow. They work together.
I have to say that Summer’s profile in panel one reminds me of this famous “ambiguous image”: which do you see, a young girl or an old woman?
Cayla’s Netbusters DVD of Whatever Works sits on the kitchen table, next to the now-warm bottle of champagne. There will be no Woody Allen film fest tonight over at “Summer’s house”. Instead, Mrs. Station Wagon and the Grounded One have some “stuff” to do. I will leave it to you, readers, to dissect the totally stilted exchange in panel 2.
All Les needs is a pair of suspenders and a coffee mug to complete his metamorphosis into another quintessential a-hole: Lumbergh from Office Space. “Yeah, ahh, Cayla, I’m gonna need you to go ahead and take a rain check on our movie night, okaaaay? Thaaaaaannks…” And when given the chance to speak now or forever hold her peace, Cayla instead gives her tacit approval…y’all officially deserve whatever you get, Cayla, from here on in.
Just when even a Harry Dinkle story arc would be welcome…and just when you thought Les couldn’t be more of an insufferable prick. He doesn’t even allow her to get a sentence out before cutting her off. And Netbusters? Yeah, I’ve got them bookmarked, right along with Facespace.
Great Picasso-esque profile of Les in panel 3: both eyes have begun to migrate to the same side of his face.
It’s widely known that Batiuk prepares his strips a year in advance, so it’s sheer coincidence that today’s Sunday Throwaway is actually rather timely. Facebook users have grown increasingly discontented with the website’s disregard for their privacy, and are beginning to defect. In fact, next Monday, May 31 has been designated “Quit Facebook Day”. Summer, however, appears reluctant to truly “bail” on social networking, instead giving herself a break from “Facespace”, not due to any privacy concerns but because it’s become a time suck. Kind of like following this comic strip.
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