It's not your place? Mary Worth, who are you? It's like I don't even know you anymore.Today's Full Strip
It's not your place? Mary Worth, who are you? It's like I don't even know you anymore.
You know, it occurs to me that Karen Moy might be feeling a lot like Lynn, and she might think of all those cynical web sites out there that criticize her work as a giant World Wide Frank. Fortunately, this blog is sort of like Mary Worth. We love Karen Moy unconditionally, we appreciate her talent and the tremendous pressure of producing four lines of dialogue each and every day. Our only goal is to celebrate her accomplishments and inspire her to do even better.
Opportunity seldom knocks twice, and neither does Mary Worth since she usually barges right in... but in this story, Mary can't stop knocking on every door she passes!
And Mary's knock on Lynn's bedroom door led to weeks of conversation about Lynn's mysterious past:
And now we get to enjoy Mary explaining everything to Frank that Lynn just explained to Mary. This should be really exciting.
The worst thing about placid Lake Tranquil's state-of-the-art skating rink? Late comers who have to climb over everybody (and I mean everybody) to get to their seats.
Oh, Lynn, wake up! You're the one with the problem, which you'd realize if you'd just open your eyes and see that while you were on your walk together, Mary Worth carefully led you to the Ice Rink of Despair. The clues are all around you! Just ask yourself, "How big was that Zamboni? Are you on the top row, or sitting rink-side? Why are there only seat backs, but no seats in this arena? How many people can this arena hold, and how big are they? Some must be huge!" Those giant seats are for the big demons. Lynn, put your skates back on and get out on the Ice of Despondency where you will be skating for the next three lifetimes or Mary Worth story lines, whichever comes first.
In Sunday's Mary Worth, a song I co-wrote with Daniel Johnston, "Some Things Last A Long Time," was credited to him, but I'm the one that wrote the lyrics. Daniel did the music. Daniel's website credits the lyrics to me. I was glad to make into a Mary Worth strip (kind of).
As 2008 draws to a close, I am pleased to announce the First Annual Worthy Awards. As a reader of Mary Worth and Me, you are invited to vote in five different categories recognizing outstanding achievement in Mary Worth. Worthy Awards celebrate all that is excellent in Santa Royale, California, (and placid Lake Tranquil, New York).
Way to slam one of the most important and under appreciated professions in the country. It's not enough that they put up with disrespectful students, disengaged parents, unsatisfactory resources, and substandard compensation -- now they have to put up with this kind of trash talk in Mary Worth. Today, thousands of teachers will enter their classrooms knowing their students have read Mary Worth and are quietly snickering at them. Oh, wait, never mind.
But you can, Lynn! With Mary Worth's wonderful Bad Feelings Suppression Tube&trade, you can suck those regrets right out of your head, and keep only the best of your memories. Simply attach the Suppression Tube&trade to any opening on your head: You mouth, ear, or that blond exhaust pipe on the back of your scalp. Flip the switch, and voila! All the negative memories are gathered together in the handy-dandy disposable Dark Bag of Doom&trade . Replacement bags are available at CVS, Walgreens and other fine stores. Get two. In your case, you'll need them. (Patent Pending.)
As the walking dead gather around them, Mary Worth welcomes Lynn to the Dimension of Lost Regret. Lynn has the opportunity to speak with Greg one last time and make things right, but in exchange she will have to join Mary's Army of Undead Soldiers.
Some things last a long time? That's today's platitude? What kind of quote book is Ms. Moy using? "A Gazillion Things People Have Said"? Yes, Lynn, some things last a long time... but then again, some things don't:
I appreciate Frank's willingness to express his feelings for his daughter in public. Most parents are embarrassed to express themselves openly. Most would wait until they got home to privately tell their child how they feel about them. But not Frank. Frank courageously yells across the ice rink, "I forbid you to speak to that boy! If you talk to him again, we're moving!"
So now we know what happened to Greg. He was beaten to death by an agitated swan.
Mary, it's so good of you to tell Lynn that her relationship with her father is horrible. I'm sure Lynn really is encouraged by your empathy. Before you know it, Lynn will want to come home and live at Charterstone with all your other trophies.
Like Mary, I'm on the edge of my seat. This is what we in the writing biz call a cliff hanger. It's a cliff hanger because back in the olden days, when a serial story took a break and wanted to entice readers back, they would leave the hero in a precarious situation, like hanging off a cliff, so that readers would buy next month's magazine to see what would happen. Thank heaven this isn't the olden days, or I might not be able to handle the excitement.
If Greg didn't care that her clothes were more than a little worn, and if they delight in the insignificant, playing as kids do, I'm going to get all excited.
For those of you who have never experienced a Mary Worth Flashback, let me prepare you for the excitement you are about to endure. First, Lynn will talk about telling a story for perhaps a week. Then Lynn will give three weeks worth of exposition. A character will be introduced, in this case a boy, and Lynn will talk about her feelings for the character. And then after about five weeks, Something Will Happen. Usually something nice. Like someone being kind, or generous, or vaguely romantic. Whatever it is can usually be accomplished with minimal physical motion. Then Lynn will talk about how her life has been changed by this experience. (See My Compulsion to Help Others.) So, as you can see, this will be great, just as long as Lynn's story doesn't contain any action.
Yes, Frank, it certainly is your fault. Lynn blames you for bringing Mary to placid Lake Tranquil. And she's going to hold it against you for the rest of her life.
Oh, Mary Worth, we may never know what was going on in Lynn's mind, for tragically she was born without thought balloons. But, yes, we are asking the same question: "What happened just now?" Rarely does a day go by when I read Mary Worth and not ask myself that very same question.
Mary has killed Lynn. Her heart and brain have just shut down. But as Mary would say, "She's happier now." Shall we be sad that Lynn has died? As Frank would cheerfully say, "Don't be!"
Mary's confusion comes from the fact that her word bubble's thought balloon thinks this has something to do with that photo. But to have a psychotic reaction to a photo you carry around in your coat pocket seems unlikely, unless you really enjoy having psychotic reactions. Lynn's emotional collapse is really all about Mary Worth, and since Mary's life is already all about Mary Worth, I'm surprised she hasn't figured it out.
Awesome. Far more quickly than I expected, Frank has come to realize the depth of his error inviting Mary Worth to visit! But it may be too late. You'll have to do better than hints, Frank. Mary knows exactly what you mean by the 'vacation resort' remark, but she won't acknowledge it. You'll need to be more direct: "Mary Worth, here is the restraining order."
Whoa. Talk about irony.
Why indeed! Is it:
Yes! Yes! Yes! On this clear, crisp Thanksgiving morning, I am thankful that Lynn is just as fine an actress as Toby for it has made this brilliant story truly compelling. With lightning fast reflexes developed through years of paternal abuse on the rink, Lynn snatches the mysterious photo of her steroid supplier, BALCO chief Victor Conte and skates to the center of the rink where she can weep soulfully out of the reach of Mary Worth's obsessed meddling.
I was sorry I couldn't post on yesterday's strip because this really is one of the funniest panels I've seen in a while as Mary Worth's compulsion to help others drives her after Lynn: "No, really, Lynn: Your future is ahead of you. It's not in your past. That's why it's called your future! You are a talented, gifted, beautiful, intelligent, compassionate, trustworthy, loyal, helpful, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, reverent... Whoops, this ice is slippery... wait a minute! LYNN, over here, this side of the rink! You're wonderful! Now that I've flattered you, now will you please tell me why you hate yourself!??"
But the good news is that Mary is apparently now skating on the ice!
Her lips say yes, but her eyes say, "I've got to skate as far away from this crone as possible and never return."
Mary Worth is about to lose it! Go Lynn, go! When the smoke starts to rise from Mary's ears, we'll know she's short circuited for good. Also, what the heck kind of car is that? And where the heck is it parked? Mary and Lynn are clearly standing on the front porch, so whose house is that in the first panel? So many distracting questions, I'm losing focus on the skate.
I'm stunned.
I'm going with Frank on this one. Typical Mary Worth to place her priorities above the priorities of her host. "We were having a discussion, Frank." So what? It's time to go. Talk in the car. Of course, I do sympathize with Mary a little because she's DYING to know what despicable deed in Lynn's past has left her weighted down with guilt and shame. Me too.
And Mary Worth has made it her mission to help them remember!
Mary begins to compile her list of people whom she'll need to bump out of Lynn's inner circle before she assumes control of her young victim's life.
Good point, Mata Hari.
Oh my. Lynn has gone all Chester the Dog on a certain designer scarf. Good thing Mary read that book on dog psychology last year. Woof. I'm just glad we got to hear Lynn tell us that she shredded the scarf, rather than actually watch her do it. That would have been too much action.

Lynn has been listening to the music, but what music was she listening to?! Last week I added the theme from Ice Castles to the Charterstone Jukebox in honor of Lynn, but when we find out what she "free skates" to, I'll add that song for sure! Anyone want to make a guess? Judging by the pile of damp tissues on the floor, perhaps it is from "Ice Castles" after all.
I believe the term Wheelhead used in his comment yesterday was, "Schizophrenic." But crazy works just as well.
Dialogue is an excellent idea. I certainly don't want to see any action. Let's keep this story limited to dialogue.
Meddling at its finest! And nothing makes up for a lifetime of verbal and emotional abuse like a nice designer scarf.
Grabbing Mary by the arm, Frank yanks her outside... and out of earshot of Lynn's rival. Now he's safe to discuss his secret strategy with his old friend: Fill Lynn's young soul with enough resentment and rage that her form tightens up and she wins her next ice skating game out of pure spite.
