Fortunately, today’s strip stays in one time line. It also quotes one of Bob Dylan’s best-reviewed songs. Well, that’s two positives to the… end-ish? of this very
maudlin special story arc. FYI: A donation has been made to the Boston University CTE center, presumably so readers will remember what this story arc was about last month.
So was Bull a member of the local Dylanist congregation or is that the only house of worship in Westview anymore? Both?
And with that, I am relieved… both to be done with my posting stint and, come tomorrow, by the incomparable Spacemanspiff85.
Today’s strip was not available for preview. I considered waiting for it become available to post, but with the possibility of more Les on the table… I am sorry but I am not willing to burn the 11:00 PM oil potentially posting about a despicable character in a despicable situation.
However, true believers, just so I don’t send you to the comments section empty-handed… here, in honor of the late Jerome Bushka, is Bull’s very first appearance in Funky Winkerbean:
Oh, sorry, that’s the first mention of Bull, May 3 of 1972, in classic TB tell-don’t-show style. Here’s his first appearance, on September 23 of 1972 (Wait, why doesn’t Funky have CTE too, being a football sporto?):
And the first time he appears and is named, on September 26, 1972 (Until 2013, this was the canonical reason Fred Fairgood was estranged from his daughter Kerry. No, really!):
Link to today’s strip.
Dear Mr. Batiuk–
Look, we get it. You killed off one of your favorites to win a prize, and when you didn’t win that prize, you’ve tasted ashes and been filled with regrets ever since.
But it doesn’t change the fact that she’s dead, and you need to stop bringing her back. Either that, or finally give Cayla a small bit of dignity and have her divorce Les for “irreconcilable differences.” She can even make puns on the way out the door. Then Les (and Summer) can wallow in Lisa memories until March 2022.
She’s not poignant. She’s not insightful, or funny, or even interesting. Les’ continued need for her makes him look even more pathetic than he actually is. Here’s the thing: The more you bring her back, the less special her death becomes.
It’s like the dork who finally gets a laugh with one of his dumb jokes, so he repeats it endlessly until everyone was sorry they laughed in the first place. And they wonder why they laughed at all.
One thing I’m sure of. I’m willing to bet real money that the Pulitzer Committee is not reading this strip and thinking, Wow, we really made a mistake. This is great stuff. Let’s award him a do-over prize! No, like most of humanity, they’re not reading this strip at all. And if they did, they’d think, Wow, we were lucky on that one. How did we even nominate this? Were we drunk?
We get it. “Lisa’s Story” was your crowning achievement. Typically, when one has a crowning achievement, one retires. Otherwise, as one’s crowning achievement recedes more and more into the distance, that crowning achievement begins to look a lot less like the result of talent and more the result of blind luck. And one ends up as one of those sad old people whose every sentence begins with, “Hey remember when I…”