When Ted said, "I really wanted to do this," I thought he was reaching for his checkbook and was actually going to write the pledge, which led me to think that he had been on the phone with Arnie who somehow managed to restore Ted's trust fund. Now I realize he only meant, "I was really looking forward to having dinner with you and telling Jeff I couldn't keep my pledge." I'm sure Adrian will rush to defend Ted's decision to leave, because that's what loyal fiance's do.
I don't mind Ted leaving, though. In fact, I wouldn't mind if he took Adrian with him. And Mary. And Jeff. Then all that would be left would be an empty table. Which would be fine. I wouldn't mind watching the table for a week, maybe even two. That's how excellent this strip is. No matter what happens, it's great!
Yesterday's Not-A-Real-Contest contest set a new record for reader responses, which I couldn't be more pleased with. The Condo Board is deliberating and will hopefully have an announcement made by tomorrow morning.
Today's Full Strip
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Ted's dialogue is just the latest in a string of stilted utterances that give the impression of having been (poorly) translated by a web application.
Still, it shall most certainly be easier for the others to enjoy their meal once he has taken his hideous brown suit out of view.
For some reason, these lunch/dinner outing in Mary Worth are reminding me of a line from William S. Burroughs' Naked Lunch: "a frozen moment when everyone sees what is at the end of the fork."
Love your album of the week, Wanders. Brian Regan kills me (is that the epitome of hyperbole?) but he's even funnier if you can see his act.
Shandyowl, you just beat me to it. If Ted's waistband inches any higher, he's going to be wearing it as a necklace soon. Of course, all the writers and photographers I know dress that way.
I bet Ted's fluency in Babelfish was an enormous help when he was still employed by Nation's Geography.
What happened to the table?
Wanders, Child #2 got into the Pinewood Derby action last night and very nearly won his race. Has that thing been in a hyperbaric chamber since last year?
--wheelhead
Please, let us meet Lydia in the next few months. Thats all I ask for.
If I were Mary, I'd feel a little uncomfortable right now, having Jeff's package a little too close to her face while she waits for her green mush.
I think Jeff would rather eat out every night than face another of Mary's terrible dinners.
Ted does lunch so often that doing dinner makes perfect sense.
The table and its cloth have provided more action than I've seen since Mary was on ice skates.
I agree, Wanders, the setting has been far more fast-paced than the dialogue. Remove Ted, Adrian and Jeff and focus instead on the energy and vitality of the table as it spins a silent Mary around the room.
As for me, I really wanted to do golfing today.
Mary was going to ask Adrian if she thought the scampi was a little off, but Ted's abrupt departure confirms Mary's suspicions.
This lunch is sure to last a week or two while Mary tries, with great finesse, to let Adrien know that Ted tells his long distance carrier that he loves them, too.
Robert: It's dinner, not lunch. Mary starves herself all day only to feast on Jeffs free meals.
Question, what does Mary Worth do all day, other than go thru paperwork??
Another question is where does Jeff get the money to pay for these lavish multi-couple meals. He NEVER does any work ... he's the Al Roker of Doctors. Heck at least Rex Morgan pretends to see patients.
hey! Watch it! Don't drag Rex Morgan into this sordid tale. Between Mary Worth and Rex Morgan I get my daily dose of adrinaline boosting high adventure excitement! from my daily paper the Telecrap...I mean Telegraph.
There are a number of things that perturb me about today's strip, not least being Mary's fashion faux pas of wearing horizontal stripes or Ted's pitiable belief that brown suits are fashionable.
However the element that causes pure dread to engulf my very soul is Ted's SIZE. Look at him! Go on, I tell you, TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT HIM! The other characters dwindle into insignificance before his trunk-like thighs and wide, wide chest. Even Jeff looks as if he would be lucky to come up to Ted's shoulder.
Folks, have we been on the wrong track all along? Is this story not about financial conning but about steroids? Was the person Ted was talking to on his Mobile Communogram Device his steroids dealer? And not his dead wife Lydia, who's dead?
Oh, the intrigue! I think I best go lie down for a time.
Wow! Yes, I also noticed Ted's increased SIZE!! Perhaps he's a Super Hero of some sort? (The hideous brown "Haband!" suit is prolly hiding a costume!) And also... didn't Adrian DRIVE him to the restaurant in her car? So, what now...is he going to fly off like Superman?
C'mon Mary, tell us everything you heard in the men's room!!!
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