smirk – Page 51 – Son of Stuck Funky

Whither Thou Goest…I Don't Think So

bad wolf
December 2, 2011 at 9:43 am
Now the part where Les somehow avoids taking Cayla on what would be an amazing honeymoon. Because why would she be interested in Africa?

Golobulus
December 3, 2011 at 11:21 am
You know, Les, if you weren’t such an insufferable putz you could’ve used this opportunity to make Cayla really happy ON YOUR HONEYMOON.

Nope, TB’s got other plans for the Kilimanjaro trek, and they don’t include the future Mrs. Les Moore, who graciously withdraws herself from consideration, thus paving the way for next year’s epic daddy/daughter mountaineering arc.

Epicus Doomus
December 3, 2011 at 12:35 am
…You damn well know this guy is going to whine and bitch his way up and down that f*cking mountain while the always-annoying Summer will be quipping and overacting along with him the entire way. Then he’ll come home and brag about it in that irritating, self-depreciating Batomic way of his.

You heard it here first…

I Haven't the Fogie-est

Today’s panel 1 reminds me of the recurring “I’m crushing your head! I’m crushing your head!” bit from The Kids in the Hall. And speaking of crushed heads, we’re treated to another 2D profile view of Cory’s dour mug. Instead of occasionally getting his own arc, our favorite juvenile delinquent now exists solely to deliver snide, snotty comments to others.

Occupy Westview

Again with the
NCLB references!

It’s easy to see why Les is so gung ho to get the school levy passed: somebody’s gotta come up with money to pay for his unlimited personal days. But what has become of Art Teacher from Monday’s strip? Having delivered his gag, he now joins the Village Booksmith guy from last week in the cardboard character recycling bin.

Oktobertext

A tip o’ the SoSF leopardskin pillbox hat to the estimable DavidOrth
for once again taking over the blogging reins this past week!

Quality time spent with Dad sure isn’t what it used to be. These days poor Dad’s presence is barely acknowledged by his self-absorbed, distractable child. What’s changed? Why, it’s because of those newfangled “cell phones”! This strip’s anti-technology drumbeat is starting to give me a migraine. Are there any 21st century contrivances that aren’t making life in Westview worse instead of better?

To Each His yawn

The odd perspective in panel one of today’s strip is no doubt meant to draw attention to the cup filled with pens and pencils atop Tony’s quaint and homey roll-top desk. It is one of these writing implements (and not a flip phone as I first thought) that Tony wields, and I hoped that he was sneaking up on “Boy Lisa” to “stab him in the eye” as suggested by Epicus Doomus. It’s been interesting to follow the comments here this week: it’s an unscientific sampling, to be sure, but the bottom line is that, paper-based or digital (or both), you’re going to use what you’re comfortable with.