Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

I’ve consolidated a weeks’ worth of  Les the AUTHOR’s publishing struggles into one tidy package.  You know, whether spread out like a slick of diarrhea, or heaped into a single big, steaming pile, Les and his writing are just one giant turd.

I shouldn’t even waste my time with Batuikitksiak’s thinly-veiled wet dreams (or damp disappointments), as applied to Super-Writer Les Moore, but it’s kind of cathartic, and with the current storyline in Judge Parker winding down, Constance Darling, up-and-coming marketing director in need of a $250K salary, gotta eat!  If nothing else, I like seeing the further emasculation of Les…

Even Big Gay Seth must bow before the smug douchery that is Les Moore.  While Seth returns to his apartment to cuddle platonically with Edda (Miss Special Snowflake 2000+) and feed her codswallop by the gallon, Les continues to amaze and delight the stultified Cayla.

Plus, a really creepy end to it all…CC’s Loopina suggested that even-more-pompous-than-Seth Edda date Les. [insert uncontrollable shuddering here]

It’s Monday, and it looks like we’re going to be inundated with

1. Les Moore regaling Cayla with stories of how he’s gotten even with everyone who ever told him he’d never be a writer; and

2. Gay Seth confessing to maybe-Gay (you know, Brooke, there is such a thing as Bisexual) Roger his sexual fling with a woman of the female type.

Who’s more smug? More self-righteous? Granted, Roger could fit the Neener-Neener bill very nicely, but Seth was such a big dick douchebag jerk in outing Mr. Family Man, that I’m casting him as Les’ primary competition.

Well, it appears that these little heart-to-heart chats are going to go on all week.  I’m trying to figure out if this should be catagorized as a marathon or a decathlon.

Looks like Les is going to score a LTR with that hottie Cayla, and hanger-on Susan has bowed graciously out of the way.  Les has been through SO much, poor guy, that, well, isn’t it GREAT that things are going well for the old douchebag  asshat  dickwad fella?

Of course, Les is always unfailingly gracious.  He is a WRITER, after all, and he does WRITING.  Which is a gracious thing, isn’t it?  I mean, Jane Austen did it!

Eh.

I like to think that the comics syndicate still has some control over certain people and this was the rejected first pass:

No more commentary on Funky Winkerbean until someone takes a gun / shiv / honey badger to Les.

Cue the band, Mr Dinkle:

Did I mention that big ol’ gay Seth in 9 Chickweed Lane is being a jerk?  Hey, not only am I noticing this, but it seems so to everyone in the 9CL universe.

Everyone.

(Acknowledging that Brooke McE. draws some damned fine felines.)

Fortunately, it’s comforting to know that Solange isn’t just for big ol’ gay ballet dancers anymore!