Tag: Falling leaves

What, Moore, Could You Ask from Life?

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”–George Eliot

A famous use of the phrase [“Indian Summer”] in American literature is the title of Van Wyck Brooks New England: Indian Summer (1940), chosen to suggest inconsistency, infertility, and depleted capabilities, a period of seemingly robust strength that is only an imitation of an earlier season of actual strength.–Wikipedia

Hi folks! Not a heckuva lot to be said about today’s strip. Credit TB with getting around to portraying Les and Cayla actually doing couple stuff and enjoying one another’s company. Of course, Les has to ruin everything by expressing his desire to live another 5,490 years.

The strips for the rest of the week have not appeared online, so Monday’s post will be a placeholder. going live at midnight. Pray for a Les-less story arc!

Leafpocalypse Now!

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I’ve been waiting years to finally see this. What we’re seeing here is known as a “Westviewian baptism” ceremony. Outsiders are not normally privy to witness “The Throwin’ O The Leaves”, an indoctrination ritual involving leaves, wordplay and light-hearted banter based on 1940s pop culture. According to the faith it absolves the recipient of “original wryness”, whatever that means. Then your parents get a bunch of savings bonds they’re supposed to set aside for you. Consider yourselves very, very fortunate to get this rare glimpse of Westviewian culture.

But seriously, questionable native American faux-slang aside, these two are seriously beginning to wear on me. It doesn’t matter what they say, it doesn’t matter what they do. It’s just that they’re there, that they exist at all. Summer is the “religious missionary at your door who won’t go away” of comic strip characters and Les is incapable of being anything less than rage-inducing regardless of what he does. At least the black Sunday borders are gone, finally.

Sappy Anniversary

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So Cayla took one look at the “fear and doom” on Les’ face and was…instantly entranced??? This woman is a true Westviewian, I’ll tell you what. “My dear caught in the headlights” gets my vote as the single worst sentence I’ve ever read, particularly when taken in context. Once again women find the loathsome Les Moore irresistible, even when he’s being a thoughtless weasely dick. It’s not just unrealistic, it’s f*cking impossible. And what it tells us about the whole weird “author/avatar” thing is a topic best left unexplored if you ask me. Even Summer, the blandest college kid on earth, looks bored out her skull by the time Cayla wraps up her story about how being a doormat turns her on. The whole thing is just sickening, I feel like washing my hands after reading this tripe.

 

 

Don’t Ask…Don’t Tell

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Thanks to DavidO and the rest of the outstanding SoSF staff for all they do!!!

Not too long ago I was going back and forth with the SoSF staff and I mentioned how I don’t always mind getting a Les arc, as at least there’s something to really hate there as opposed to the typical “Funky is fat” idiocy. Well, the gods of the Funkyverse must have been listening, because this week something I’ve long-dreaded has come to pass…Summer (shudder) is back. Never tempt the gods of the Funkyverse, friends. The consequences are simply not worth it.

I’ve always despised Summer almost as much as Les (and Lisa for that matter). She’s always too twee, too gritty or, as you can see today, too snotty. The hair, the neck, the hoodie…it’s all so grating. Summer is truly her father’s daughter. So today she’s back in her (surprise!) robin’s egg blue car to remind us about an arc we’d all prefer to forget. If that wedding was any crappier you’d have to scrape it off the bottom of your shoes with a stick. Meanwhile Dickface is (surprise!) furiously raking leaves, as Leafpocalypse ’14 has begun. The Funkyverse’s stars are all aligning in some sort of grand confluence of boredom and misery, it’s gonna be a long, long week, snarkers.

It Goes Fast…But This Week Won’t

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Epicus here filling in for the evening. I have to admit I didn’t see this coming, I thought the annual cancer fun run thing was confined to that horrible Sunday strip. But nope, BatBrain dropped Owen’s grand moment on the big stage just to run yet another ponderous “Lisa’s Legacy” promotional arc featuring the Wistful Widower and his fat trusty sidekick, Near-Death Man. Couldn’t this drivel have waited for a week? Or for eternity?

So I guess the timeline continuity just kinda comes and goes at TheAuthor’s convenience, eh? Don’t even get me going on that whole timeline conundrum thing again. Check out the dick with ears, strutting around with that #1 on his back, acting like a big shot just because HIS wife died making the annual fun run possible. What a dick.

And it’s official: here come the leaves. That means Westview’s annual three month long blizzard is right around the corner. Time really does fly, I suppose.