“Hey kids! Feeling like nobody appreciates your talent? Looking to boost your self-esteem? Become a cartoonist! Then pick a character to serve as your stand-in, have that character achieve minor success, and then spend a couple weeks having other characters shower him with praise!” —Tommy Batiuk, Akron, OH
Obviously, this admirer thinks that everything is profound. And Les sure knows how to handle a compliment, huh? Try something un-profound, like “Thanks”.
It’s funny because she’s a blonde. I guess. I wish I had a nickel for every time Les came off like a smug, condescending, egotistical asshole.
Baby Hands Lady provides another allusion to Les’ Book that Somehow Got Published, as, out on the rainy sidewalk, Funky and Rachel distribute loaves and fishes coffee to the multitude. Meanwhile, today Apple Annie is tapped to serve as TB’s mouthpiece, spewing a profundity that no doubt Batiuk picked up from a mentor or a bumper sticker.
“Gee willikers, sure hope somebody will show up to my launch book signing party.” Les’ cloying humility is sufficient to melt the hearts of his two groupies, who, heads tilted, gaze at him in adoration. Silly Les. Even now, they are lining up around the block to pay tribute to Westview’s answer to George Bailey, “the richest man in town”. Wait until the folks learn that they have to buy a book and a large pizza in order to meet the Delicate Genius.
It says more about Les than it does about Cayla and Susan: if he was really worth hooking up with, they’d be catfighting to the death to be by his side. Instead, each is content to let the other hang around as they take turns lathering his massive (and massively undeserved) ego.
I, for one, would be delighted to witness a “Spinal Tap moment” at this book signing. Not only was Spinal Tap a hilarious movie, it totally took the piss out of self-important artistés such as this “author”
Son of Stuck Funky 