Poor, poor Bull. Despite being a generally decent guy over the last fifteen years of his life, he will never catch a break from Tom Batiuk. Just thinking of all the things he did to help Les makes me believe Tom Batiuk is a deeply ill man who needs a good solid look in the mirror. Not that he doesn’t look, often and at length; he should just try a different angle. Bull also gave his students an encouragement to play, and the parents an opportunity to cheer; what did Les do for anyone other than himself? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
All the Hollywood work and comic book careers were given out by other people–Cindy in the case of the former, Chester in the case of the latter. Heck, even DHS John gave Harry a job when he was suddenly unemployed.
Les? “I screwed up.” “Yes, you did.”
As for Bull’s viewing habits, well, I think if I were a coach, I’d watch losing games over and over. It’s the best way to see what mistakes were made and how to correct them. But for Batiuk, no, this was just Bull wallowing in masochism and self-pity, two things no Westview inhabitant should be without.
I actually do own a VCR (it’s one of those DVD-VCR combo things), but I haven’t even plugged it in in years. And I can’t remember the last time I bought a tape (certainly not in this century.) Let’s also not forget that Funky Winkerbean is supposed to be set ten years in the future (your rules, Batiuk, not mine). This is like keeping important files on a floppy disk–and a 5.25 disk at that.
All that being said, it’s not impossible for someone to have a huge collection of VHS tapes…just less and less likely as time goes on.
Kind of like this strip.