Tag: Westview High School

Blabber Bull

So: is Bull really this stupid and clueless? Or does he enjoy being a shit-disturber?

Where does he come up with the “new address: Splitsville” line? Does he watch Access: Hollywood? Is there no suitable sports analogy, like “Les and Cayla’s romance is on the 15-day DL”? Susan’s initial reaction to the “Splitsville” news is studiously casual, but when Bull goes on to mention the “movie deal” she nearly loses it: she’s all lines-flying-from-the-head, triangle-mouthed, and making that hand-to-the-bosom gesture like Blondie. Bull suddenly remembers he’s been told to keep this news to himself. “Nuts”, he says (second time in a week TB’s invoked that old-timey expression), and “nuts” is what Susan surely is about to go…

Got Your Numbnuts

In the aftermath of the Les-pocalypse, jilted Cayla confides in Linda over coffee in the faculty workroom. Linda takes the opportunity to entice Cayla into a lesbian affair, but her overture is immediately interrupted when husband Bull arrives on the scene. Linda sheepishly reverts to the role of doting wife, and Bull responds with, what else, a sports-themed quip. And um, one doesn’t retire one’s own number, the team does.

The Termpaperinator

Well, look who’s managed to hang on to his teaching job. And like any Westview teacher, Les doesn’t try to hide his contempt for his students. Just look at the sidelong glance his disembodied head in panel one is giving. “Use your high-tech electronic gizmos in my classroom, will you?” TB again resorts to the trusty made-up website names, and references smart phones in a vain attempt to give his strip that “now” feeling. And for the coup de grâce, the cartoonist who regularly devotes whole Sundays to copping artwork from other cartoonists is going to have his avatar lecture the kids about plagiarism.

Molasshole

With today’s strip, Owen crosses the line from borderline likeable/sympathetic, and joins most of the rest of the FW cast in the “despicable jerk” column (his pal Cody having made that transition a couple months ago). Owen’s whole shtick consists of answering questions by rephrasing and restating what he’s been asked: “Revenge” isn’t the “gold standard of getting back at someone”…it’s the very definition of getting back at someone. “Connecting the dots“? “I think I see where you’re going with this“? Th’ fuck’s the matter with this boy?

And molasses? Really? Wouldn’t it take a really long time to pour a gob of molasses on each and every senior’s locker? And how is this “revenge”? What he’s really doing is making more work for Westview’s poor janitor, who is still seeking his own revenge on whoever pissed in his closet 20 (or 30) years ago…