I can’t help but wonder how much Les’ fitful creative process—including frequent breaks for things like surfing the web, random showers, and binge eating—is a reflection of Batiuk’s own. At any rate, it’s nice to see Les summon the strength to get his own food for a change rather than have Cayla fetch it to him.
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Should be right up the alley of “Lord of Language” Mr. Moore, and likely a bookmarked site for Tom Batiuk as well. Les, after all, must keep his pedant game strong so he can continue to make his students and everyone else he meets feel ignorant and inferior every chance he gets. And say what you will about Batiuk’s craft: his dialogue may be tone-deaf and stilted, and his jokes are by turns weak or incomprehensible (or in the case of today’s strip a little of both), but you’d be hard pressed to find fault with their grammatical construction.
Ewww, yuck. The Delicate Genius is sequestered away in his dreary studio, slaving away on his cancer book prequel or sequel or whatever the f*ck it is, as Cayla waits on him hand and foot because he’s either too cheap or too lazy to buy himself a coffee maker for his garage office. What a dick. Hopefully this is just a one-off Sunday strip and not the start of yet another Dick Facey, The Delicate Genius arc, as I’m just not ready for another one of those yet. Get a load of that look on his face in panel three, all smug and self-satisfied with his wordsmithing, like he’s just too clever for this world. What a dick.
I had no idea Les was teaching a class in comic books but it makes sense, considering Westview’s entire economy runs on the currency of comics, pizza and heartache.
It’s almost weird seeing Les without his yellow shirt in today’s strip— it’s like Charlie Brown without his striped shirt!
This could be kind of sweet, if we liked these characters even slightly. Since they have been deliberately fashioned to be as unlikable as possible, instead this is just three panels of wasted space.
It’s interesting how the viewpoint shifts–in panel one, Les starts with “I’m,” meaning he (as usual) only cares about his own feelings. In panel three, Cayla goes for the “We’ll,” somehow hoping to include herself. Does she really think she’ll ever be included in Les’ world?
I can’t really think of anything else to say about this one, so on to the comment section wi’ ye!
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