I suppose that the reader is expected to chuckle at Les’ lackadaisical approach to wedding planning: typical last-minute male thing, amirite? But Cayla’s reaction could serve as a response to any number of instances of TB’s own sloppy storytelling, e.g., Summer in April of her senior year: …”I’m going with my dad to check out a college this weekend.” “Seriously? That just occurred to you?”
Tag: Darin
What's a Meta For?
“Our first real place”? If you go by this strip from 2008, Darin and Jessica got married about ten years ago. Darin had rarely been seen (and Jess not at all) until they appeared on Les’ doorstep in April of 2011. So if this old apartment over a pizza parlor is their first real place, where and how had they lived before Moore Manor? Staying with friend after friend until they wore out their welcome?
I Really Don't Know Clouds at All
Who’s got it better than Mopey Pete? He got to sit staring at his laptop while his friends schlepped all his worldly goods down those rickety stairs. Then Darin’s offhanded comment magically unblock’s Pete’s creativity.
You Move Me
Pete is a disorganized, dysfunctional wreck. He’s arguably Westview’s most successful writer (sorry, Les), and was already established in his field when he inexplicably moved back to town nearly five years ago. Does a professional at this stage of his career not understand how deadlines work? Pete has no girlfriend, wife or kids, and friends who only appear when he’s moving in or out. What distractions could he have from his writing? It might be plausible and amusing to have him deal with writer’s block once, but Batiuk has gone to this same well several times.
And now he’s supposed to sit on the floor to do his work? I guess Darin, Montoni’s Chief Technology Officer, never installed WiFi in the pizzeria.
Jeez-O-Pete
Pete struggles to keep a brave face as the apartment tour continues. Not sure why Pete’s personal effects are included in this tour, since they’ll all have to be moved out of there, and not soon enough to suit Darin. Just like in yesterday’s two-paneler, Jessica (who appears to be understandably on the verge of tears) tries to be polite (“Are they filed alphabetically?” Why would she even give a fuck?), Darin smirks and cracks wise, and Pete looks even mopier than usual.
Son of Stuck Funky 