Effin’ Les. After they dine together, Cayla tells Les “This was very nice.” Les responds, “My pleasure.” Yes, it pleases Lord Les to buy you a meal. Les, she wasn’t saying “thank you”; she was letting you know that for some unknown reason, she actually enjoys your company. How about “It was nice”, or “I really enjoy being with you”? God, I hate Les.
Tag: Les
Sunday Funday
You know what? I like today’s strip! I like it because in recreating a couple Act I scenes, TB has actually recalled the cartoony style of that period. Funky, Les and Crazy Harry, Holly and Cindy are their old 70s and 80s selves again. The punchlines are nothing to write home about, but I’ll settle for gentle humor over hamfisted melodrama any day of the week.
The Passion of the Les
John
August 2, 2011 at 5:12 pm…I doubt even the most ardent fan would be with Les on his oh-so-deep angst over this. You keep pretending that this is something awful. But. It. Is. NOT.
…Stop trying to pretend this is misfortune, instead of you once again rewarding your favorite character.
…He wants to be paid, and paid well, but he also wants to pretend that being paid is a trial? Fine. Just stop showing it in-strip, ’cause we’re not buying it.
Not that I need to add to John’s comment excerpted above, but man alive, Les keeps outdoing himself in the insufferable martyr department. By panel 3 his arms are even extended in a crucifixion pose.
Lawyers, Puns and Buddies
Riff Chick
August 2, 2011 at 4:23 pmso now we can add “Attorney” to the title of Agent/Publicist/Formerly Homeless Woman Apple Annie?
Not so fast there, Riff Chick! TB reserves that honor for real-life New York lawyer Peter Shukat, whose clients include Yoko Ono and the estate of Miles Davis, and whose firm once fired off a very testy Cease and Desist order on behalf of a certain beloved cartoonist.
I Am the Eggman
Les has dispensed with the jerky questions and now proceeds to his list of demands: “I want to be able to write the screenplay.” Sure. And maybe you’d like to portray yourself while you’re at it, you egomanic? Ann has no doubt heard such highfalutin’ assumptions before, and quickly puts Les’ formidable ego in check by equating his masterwork with mere henfruit.