Tag: porch swing

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 pm

so 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.

You Can't Go Back If You Never Leave…

I don’t know about you all but today’s strip left me feeling a little wistful– whoops, nope, that was just gas.  I have to say, with all of the retconning going on lately and TB’s freedom to claim *whatever* bulls*** he wants, I’m left a bit disappointed that from the looks of things, the most exciting thing that happened to Les during one of those mysterious time jumps is that he sulked around a college campus with his nose in a book of bad poetry he’d written.  How much more interesting would it have been if Les had said: “Failing that class was rough, but it was nothing compared to when I thought I could enlist in the Marines…”

Um, a zillion times more interesting.

Just for the record, here’s the distance he’d have to travel for his “big escape” from Kent, Ohio, back to Medina, Ohio.

36 miles.

 

I know this was in the days before Google maps but didn’t he at least have a car!? Escaping talk aside, as an ex-Ohioan I can tell you that most kids dream of getting the hell out of the state, not moving back to the small town they grew up in.

This begs a question I actually have *no* idea about.  Does Les have parents?

 

 

If This Made Any Sense At All I'd Call It Retconning

My head asploded as I attempted to summarize today’s strip.  At first I was as confused as hell because I thought the sepia-toned flashbacks were hearkening back to Les’s college years except for the fact:

1. He still looks in his 40s.

2. He still has that now retcon-yellow yellow shirt.

Then I realized that Les is getting all sentimental and reminiscing about something that happened literally *yesterday*.   The problem is, does his reference to “planning my getaway” refer to when he wanted to leave Kent State as a college student after he graduated or is he referring to want to leave yesterday?  ‘Cause if it’s the latter, hey, Einstein, get in your car and drive 90 miles to home.

One last thought: please, God, I don’t ever want to see that Panel 2 expression on Les again unless I can see where his hands are.

"*Zzz–onk* umm…sorry, did you say something?

It just occurred to me; has Summer been sitting on the other side of the porch since Sunday, listening to her dad blather on instead of cooking dinner?  It looks like Cayla has nodded off;  can we blame her?  I nearly fell asleep just trying to think of a snark for today! The selection of man-meat in Westview must be dreadful if Cayla sees this Walking Snorefest as marryin’ material.