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Don't Be a Dickinson

If I were a cartoonist, and if I had gone to great lengths to create an author avatar? I would never allow my author avatar to be Such. A. Douche. There’s a difference between “self-effacing” and “self-immolating”. Les’ pose in panel 1 deserves a kick in the nuts. Summer, who has been looking weird all week, at least has an excuse in today’s panel 3: she’s about to explode in laughter at Emily’s–I mean Les’ utter douchiness.

Milking the Joke

Question for snarkers in the Buckeye State: is “selling milk at lunch in the cafeteria” something that Ohio school students are really called upon to do? Isn’t that the cafeteria ladies’ job? I’m asking because Batiuk brings this up again. Though I can imagine helmet-haired, bespectacled teenage Les in a hairnet, sheepishly proffering milk to his fellow students . I bet Bull even intimidated Les to give him milk for free. And if that activity is worthy of a yearbook mention, what about Les’ gig as machine-gun wielding hall monitor? I’ll bet that would impress his bride-to-be!

Note: today’s post briefly went “live” along with Monday’s post. The first few comments below were posted before I caught the error.

A non-turn of events!

A single phone call reveals what a most snarkers and my long-dead grandmother suspected; Summer will be going to Kent State. With most folks a lot more wary of the value of a college education I’m not sure Les should be making his smirk/smug satisfaction face.

In a development that should surprise no one, Summer II got invited to Kent State as well, causing Cayla to break out into her best hatchet-face.

Another day, another new character!

Whoops! Wait, what I thought was a new character is actually just Les in a non-yellow shirt. The effect is rather jarring, like seeing Charlie Brown in a shirt with veritical stripes instead of horizontal ones.

The week is almost over; a little late to be starting a new arc but we’re off and running. To no one’s surprise, (though it’s very, VERY late to be doing so) colleges all over the country are clamoring for the 5’6″ girl who can dunk.  Well, one college anyway. Most snarkers already know exactly which college it’s going to be.

I’m guessing it’ll be the college that allows Summer to continue working at Montoni’s part time while living at home and assistant-coaching at the high school after she climbs Mount Killimanjaro and goes on the road with her dad’s book tour.