Tag: Les

Ghost of Christmas Past, Present and Future

Your humble blogger is as sentimental as the next guy, particularly at this time of year. But puh-leeeze…this is some corny-ass shit. Where’s Cayla? Why, she’s run off into the night, screaming in terror at the sight of Lisa’s ghostly apparition! Now Les and his “favorite girls” can enjoy Christmas as a family. Corny and creepy. The part of Summer in panel 2 is being played by cartoon Stan Laurel.

Wishing everybody who reads SoSF a very merry Christmas and a safe, happy, healthy, in other words, un-Westviewvian 2011! You people are the best!

—TFH

Home, Les

When what to their wondering eyes should appear…it’s Les, home safe and sound. To the astonishment of absolutely no one, TB has gone to great lengths to build intrigue, with no payoff, none whatsoever. Hard to believe the erstwhile hall monitor has the strength to hoist his strapping daughter with a rib-cracking hug, but anyway.

Does the Fun Ever Start?

A few things on display this week:

  • A bevy of “pissed-off Les” faces, which I must say are preferable to “mopey Les” and “smug Les” faces. Righteous indignation looks good on the Delicate Genius. Note the tension created by the angles of his receding hairline and eyebrows versus the upward arrow of his ‘stache and lipless, frowning mouth.
  • Multiple examples of TB’s poor ability to draw natural-looking hands. Do Les’ sausage fingers denote generous physical endowment elsewhere? May explain how he keeps two wimmen hanging ’round (nothing else explains that).
  • None, none of the characters in this strip look good when viewed from behind.

“OK, the Fun’s Over” should be the title of TB’s next collection of Funky Winkerbean strips. The fun’s been over in Westview for well over a decade.