I can't tell you how disappointed I am by this morning's strip. Yesterday, Adrian left us with a big cliff hanger: "Let me tell you what you mean to me." Today, she doesn't tell him anything! I was waiting for some more marvelous metaphors or spectacular similes or at least a little alliteration. But instead, Adrian just gives him a kiss so painful it drives locally owned businesses into bankruptcy. By the way, happy birthday MOM!
Today's Full Strip
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Those fudge-stripes throw pillows Mary has add an unusual accent to the mustardy splendor of the couch.
Mmmmm eighteen shades of brown Moye goodness! Sometimes it's so bad you can't turn your face away.
Smoochfest in front of the Olde Alien Chromosome Shoppe??? Wonder which ones they will select? Can't you just imagine the offspring -- mishapen/oversize/undersize hands, 180 degree necks, double jointed greys with blue highlights.
Note Mary is still using two hands to hold her cup of the element Mercury which she had saved from the thermomometers she broke when she was a pre-teen.
Don't you think the sign in the window, shown so prominently, is a great big symbol and a portent of disaster?
I adore the topicality of the failing business. However, what sort of business? Are those mannequins or prostitutes portrayed as faceless because of the anonymous, dehumanising trade they ply?
That "Going out of Business" sign wasn't in the window when our two lovebirds stopped in front of the door a few days ago. Clearly Adrian and Ted are destined to be together forever! That kiss was so long and passionate that neither would-be shopper nor the store owner could move them from their spot--and the business failed as a result!
If you ever do a poll on "least comfortable furniture", please remember Mary's gold brick couch in this strip.
The "Going out of Business" sign is there to show us that Moy is on top of things and knows what's going on in the world.
Not only does she know about the internets, but she knows about the economies too.
Mary and Jeff, could you once in awhile put the coffee cups down and hold hands? (Or even... *gasp*...maybe SMOOCH a bit like Adrian and Ted!? I swear they drink SOOOO much coffee, its like they must have major caffeine jitters, requiring both hands on their cups to prevent spillage upon Marys lovely mustard couch.
Eons ago, my mom's idea of sex ed was PREMARITAL KISSING IS SICKENING. I laughed that off for decades until today's panel.
Mom was right. So very right.
Maybe the bald, faceless women dress shop is going out of business because there is no interior wall separating them from the pawnshop next door.
I hear smoe Isaac Hayes music in the background as these two smooch in public!
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