Tag: Cayla

Flowery Twats

(I really hope everyone gets the Fawlty Towers reference in today’s post title!)

Today’s strip might elicit a warm grin if not for the fact that so many Westviewvians, rather than just say what they mean, prefer to waste everyone’s time by speaking in riddles and wry asides:

“I’d like to buy a book.” “You’re in luck! This is a bookstore!”

“I’m in the mood for some pizza.” “Why, that just happens to be what we serve here!”

“Do you like the flowers I sent you, Cayla?” “Yeah, gee, thanks Les, you really went all out…cheap-ass mutha-…”

The Three Faces (so far) of Cayla, L-R: Her debut, Sept. 2008;
her new ‘do, Sept. 2010; Valentine’s Day, 2012

The Picture of Dori-Ann Gray

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT???

Folks…The Cartoonist has completely outdone himself this time. Since she resurfaced last December at Darin’s birthday party, Ann’s looks have varied wildly, from 70-ish to late 30’s -ish and back and forth again. In today’s strip, she looks to be the same age as the crones from Crankshaft. Even her glasses and hair color are different.

It’s hard to get beyond Ann’s complete makeover, but also worth noting is Cayla’s condescending attitude regarding Ann’s (now blatantly advanced) age. Are the girls not supposed to “take to” a coach based on the fact that she’s about five times their age? And “Eight Track” for a nickname? That might fit a baby boomer (such as yours truly, whose 8-track collection was pretty impressive). The way TB has rendered Ann here, I’d dub her “Grammy-fone”!

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–TFH 

Large and in Charge

“TWEEEEET!” Keisha makes the ultimate defensive sacrifice, selling it so effectively that the ref blows the whistle (and uses the wrong hand to signal) before she even hits the floor. You would think that a self-professed “jock” like Cayla would admire her daughter’s intense play, but instead she chastises hubby-to-be for showing some enthusiasm.

Dese Nuts

Oh, you just know that somewhere in Batiuk’s studio is a napkin, from Luigi’s of Akron, on which TB has jotted “idea for strip punchline: academia nuts!”

Tell me if reversing the order of panels doesn’t make it funnier:

Cayla, who’s been disparaging the team since the start of the season, decides she’s gonna lighten things up with her little nut gag. The “joke” goes over like a turd in a punchbowl, and she sheepishly puts away her bag o’ nuts, mumbling to herself while Les and Linda offer pitying glances.