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The Mourning Show

“Where’s the blurb whore?” “Oh, he’s out getting his feelings hurt some more,” answers Annie, clicking open her cigarette case. Poor Les: how can the rest of the world not feel his pain as he does? “My book, madame, is not a thing to be skimmed while driving!”

In the Funkiverse, where literary agents double as publicists, local tv presenters also direct their own shows: “O.K., I think we’re all set…when the red light comes on, look sad. Instead of looking like a smug douchebag. In five…four…three…”

Mo' Ho'

“Don’t talk to me about whoring, you little wimp! I survived on the streets of New York God Damn City for years!” Anyway, do we really need to see the word “whore” in the funny papers? Especially used by Les to describe himself? We’ve seen him give one interview only to get derailed two questions in. Boo frickin’ hoo. Man up, beardo.

Tuesdays with Les

We know she’s a reporter because she’s holding a little notepad and pen (judging by the way she’s holding it, that could also be a chopstick ). And Les is ready for his interview: he leans suavely against the counter, the suede patch on the elbow of his professorial jacket absorbing the grease of a thousand pizzas, his eyebrows at perfect 45-degree angles…then Sweet Polly Purebred’s second question stops him dead in his tracks. I can’t figure out what Les means by “How old are you?” Is it only young journalists who ask insipid, pointless questions? Do only people who’ve lived a certain number of years comprehend cancer? Is he…hitting on her?

In the background, Apple Annie pretends to have a cell phone conversation using what is really an eyeglass case…must keep up appearances!

G-O-A-T-S!

This game is historic for another reason: judging from the lighting/coloring of today’s strip, this is the first high school football game played on the ocean floor. This is the most action-packed strip in awhile! Let’s break it down:

Panel one features not one but two disembodied heads!
That’s some gang-tackle in panel two: the Big Walnut Tech kid’s head is at a very uncomfortable-looking angle. I’ll give props where due, though: it’s pretty well-drawn, even if a piling on like that is probably illegal in high school football. Number 32 still looks shaken up in the next panel as time runs out.
Wow. Bull looks…he looks happy. Don’t know why he’s sticking his thumb in his chest…it wasn’t his ass out there on the field. But hey, good for Bull. Good for the Consensus-Building Scapegoats. Something positive happened in this comic strip today. Mark the date well, snarkers. Mark it well.

FaceSpaceMyBook

It’s widely known that Batiuk prepares his strips a year in advance, so it’s sheer coincidence that today’s Sunday Throwaway is actually rather timely. Facebook users have grown increasingly discontented with the website’s disregard for their privacy, and are beginning to defect. In fact, next Monday, May 31 has been designated “Quit Facebook Day”. Summer, however, appears reluctant to truly “bail” on social networking, instead giving herself a break from “Facespace”, not due to any privacy concerns but because it’s become a time suck. Kind of like following this comic strip.