Tag: Les

Delivering Darin

Happy birthday, dear Darin. In your honor, TB is showcasing his full array of fancy, non-hand drawn visual effects:

  • Panel 1: whenever an image is displayed on a screen or is behind glass, it must be faded and have highlights streaking across it (and what does today’s panel 1 have to do with the rest of the strip? ).
  • Panel 2: when lit candles are depicted, apply a glowing effect to suggest an arc welder’s blinding glare.
  • Panel 4: When depicting past events, if photo-album corners are not used, make the colors even more washed-out and muddy than usual, and apply halftone dots over all.
Bonus (hand-drawn) visual effect: check out how Darin’s adoptive dad Fred Fairgood ages about twenty years between panels 2 and 5!

Whither Thou Goest…I Don't Think So

bad wolf
December 2, 2011 at 9:43 am
Now the part where Les somehow avoids taking Cayla on what would be an amazing honeymoon. Because why would she be interested in Africa?

Golobulus
December 3, 2011 at 11:21 am
You know, Les, if you weren’t such an insufferable putz you could’ve used this opportunity to make Cayla really happy ON YOUR HONEYMOON.

Nope, TB’s got other plans for the Kilimanjaro trek, and they don’t include the future Mrs. Les Moore, who graciously withdraws herself from consideration, thus paving the way for next year’s epic daddy/daughter mountaineering arc.

Epicus Doomus
December 3, 2011 at 12:35 am
…You damn well know this guy is going to whine and bitch his way up and down that f*cking mountain while the always-annoying Summer will be quipping and overacting along with him the entire way. Then he’ll come home and brag about it in that irritating, self-depreciating Batomic way of his.

You heard it here first…

The Sports is Saved

I have no idea why everyone had to leave the country club and travel to Montoni’s, in sleeting weather no less, to tally up the take from the “Save the Sports” raffle. To the astonishment of no one who reads this blog, the fundraiser was a huge success. Future prom couple Summer and Keisha throw discretion to the wind and use the occasion to engage in a PDA*.

(*Public display of affection)