Les – Page 187 – Son of Stuck Funky

Much a Douche About Nothing

Naturally, Les is the only one who “gets” the concept of Owen’s costume. Takes one to know one, right? Be careful, “Ben Reilly”: Mr. Moore’s pet peeve about mixed metaphors is well documented. Anyway, if Blonde Sailor Girl despises Owen so much, why has she been following him around all day?

Owen the Clone

No wonder Cody and Owen are besties: both enjoy dressing up for Halloween, and then berating anyone who incorrectly guesses at who or what they’re supposed to be. Admittedly, today’s strip is actually funny! Generic Blonde Chick (Mallory or whoever) is kinda flirty, even playfully knocking on “Ben Reilly’s” head, before Owen’s fanboy douchery gives him away.

But the real treat today, of course, is the sight of Les in panel 2, strutting down the hall in full Elizabethan drag! “Hey Mr. Moore! Nice Shakespeare costume!” “Why, I’m not Shakespeare, you dunce! This is a Francis Bacon costume!”

Occupy Westview

Again with the
NCLB references!

It’s easy to see why Les is so gung ho to get the school levy passed: somebody’s gotta come up with money to pay for his unlimited personal days. But what has become of Art Teacher from Monday’s strip? Having delivered his gag, he now joins the Village Booksmith guy from last week in the cardboard character recycling bin.

Yes We Can(vass)

Here we see the entire known Westview High School faculty, including their newest member, Art Teacher. They’re assembled outside Moore Manor to encourage their fellow Westviewvians to show support for school funding (another favorite cause of TB’s). If “Art” could read his own dialogue balloon, he’d realize that the kind of “canvass” they’re involved is the “two-s” kind. Ha! Ha! Jim, who considers himself a real teacher, can barely hide his disdain for this bald Bohemian, while Bull sees a threat to his role as mangler of words and their meanings.

Punchlines? There should be an app for that.

The end of summer means hauling the outside patio furniture down into the basement (unless they do this every evening for some weird reason) and gives us a chance to see what cruel ravages dementia has wrought upon poor ol’ Tony, who, by even conservative guesses, must be pushing 80 by now. Thankfully, the time jump was much kinder to older characters like Dinkle and Tony than it was to Funky. A halfhearted attempt at humor is made, punctuated by a chime-in from the new employee at Montoni’s, who appears to be baked off of his ass.

Oh wait, that’s Summer,who lives with Les, goes to the same school Les teaches at, and works at the same greasy pizza dump he manages.

I know they say running away never solves anything but whoever said that obviously never spent any time in Westview.

Meanwhile, Tony, sliding comically into full blown dementia, complains that Darwin confused him with all of his technical gobbly-gook talk about application programming, probably in a desperate attempt to justify his salary, to which one thinks; hey, boy wonder, if you can’t explain what the hell you’re doing to the average layman then you’re probably not a very good MBA.