Lisa's Lunacy

http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComick.mpl?date=20101106&name=Funky_Winkerbean

la gata loca
November 2, 2010 at 8:07 pm
…Lesismoore is simply too in love with his image of himself to share “his” space with anyone else.  Even Zombie Lisa is really just a figment of his imagination and pathological self-absorption…Zombie Lisa, when she appears, is just Les patting himself on the back…

coronation53

October 31, 2010 at 10:08 pm
No mentally healthy person is as stuck in the past as this Les is. One can give the friends there the benefit of the doubt, and assume that they do not understand what Les is seeing in his mind’s eye. If they do, they should be carrying out an intervention to help direct him to a way of overcoming his depression.

Please, please let today’s panel 3 spell closure, not only to the “Les Finally Gets Published (Again)” story arc, but to Lisa’s ghostly presence. “Spanky” needs to choose a living, breathing, flesh and blood companion; either that, or let him to join his “favorite girl” in the afterlife. Query whether this is not Les’ sweet reverie, but rather Lisa’s own hell: condemned to spend eternity in Westview, the town that joy forgot.

I’m Bad, I’m Nationwide

Les is in mad demand. The Widow Darling has heard of Les’ success and wants him for the “Today” Show. Les’ friends are beside themselves with glee. Susan appears to slip her hand into the back of Les’ skull and work him like a ventriloquist’s dummy.

If it’s any consolation, the Puppies Behind Bars arc should kick in after next week. ‘Til then I’m sure we can look forward to more gritty, true-to-life New York street scenes, and maybe cameos by Matt Lauer and Meredith Viera, drawn so you can’t tell them apart.

Moore: No Mas

http://www.chron.com/apps/comics/showComick.mpl?date=20101103&name=Funky_Winkerbean

Even a putz like Les Moore gets tired after awhile of having sunshine blown up his ass. All he wants now is to get out of the pizza joint and back to the office slash garage to start writing Lisa’s Story II: The Other Other Shoe. But his agent slash publicist has got other plans: the organ grinder bids the monkey dance some Mo’.