And Dawn certainly knows what an addiction feels like after her run in with that meth dealer. You know who else knows what an addiction feels like? Jill Black. Gosh, I miss her.
Have you noticed, for once the room isn't spinning, and the books in the second panel are in the same order as in the first panel! By gosh, maybe they're on to something! Maybe admitting your internet addiction to your dear old dad really does make the world a more stable place...
Elaine, I was right in the middle of writing this comment when yours appeared:
And magical furniture rearrangement has accelerated. Or Wilbur has sat in every chair around the table during what amounts to a thirty second conversation. ...Hey wait a minute! Could magical furniture rearrangement (MFI) be a purposefully used visual device, acting as a metaphor, to illustrate the inner turmoil of the characters? (Remember Hospital HIFI?) Could, could Joe G. possibly be doing something, well, artistic? And profound? This will involve a comprehensive examination of the last three years of strips, analyzing all the appearances of the MFI device.
As the president of the Luddism Society of Santa Royale, Mary will offer her counseling services to Dawn. Let us remember how effectively she treated Bonnie? Bonnie Johnson? I predict that within three months time Dawn's addiction will be cured and she will have a new abacus and library card.
Whoa! Look at the way Dawn jumps right in with the "I'm addicted!" stuff. Slow down there, Buckaroo. This is Mary Worth, where opening an envelope takes at least a week.
And there's good old Wilbur, so totally not picking up on the desperate plea for help. "I love the Internet, too .. and a good sandwich!"
I missed a few days, and, to my horror, the Westons are back!
Wouldn't any person Dawn's age have been online for almost their whole life? But NOW she's getting addicted? Texting isn't an everyday--or hourly--occurrence in her life? The Internet is SO amazing and new?
Say, Dawn, why don't you invite Mary Worth over and y'all can enjoy a cup of tea and read some of those good, old-fashioned, rainbow-colored books nestled handily on that shelf over by Wilbur?
All day long I have been drawn (like a moth to a flame) to that drawing of Wilbur highlighted in today's chosen panel. I'm oddly transfixed by it. It's like Giella went out of his way to create a truly unattractive person, and is almost reveling in it! No jutting chin or snazzy orange suit for THIS poor schlub, no! The expression, the glasses, the sad comb-over, the tubby tummy. Must. Look. Away. Oh, and a shoutout to Anonymous for the comment about the Internet bringing Dawn that fake half-brother. Why DO people use Anonymous here, anyway? We're all anonymous when you think about it. Cmon, give yourself a fake name like the rest of us...
Perhaps the Google could direct Dawn to a makeup site that would off her the information that matching your lipstick to your hair is rarely a good idea.
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Well, if you want to see what the Worthiverse is coming to, go over to "Doonesbury" and read the strip beginning on Monday and continuing til today.
THAT'S what's going to happen to all the already-seeming aliens in Santa Royale. Just a warning...
Have you noticed, for once the room isn't spinning, and the books in the second panel are in the same order as in the first panel! By gosh, maybe they're on to something! Maybe admitting your internet addiction to your dear old dad really does make the world a more stable place...
Elaine, I was right in the middle of writing this comment when yours appeared:
And magical furniture rearrangement has accelerated. Or Wilbur has sat in every chair around the table during what amounts to a thirty second conversation.
...Hey wait a minute! Could magical furniture rearrangement (MFI) be a purposefully used visual device, acting as a metaphor, to illustrate the inner turmoil of the characters? (Remember Hospital HIFI?) Could, could Joe G. possibly be doing something, well, artistic? And profound?
This will involve a comprehensive examination of the last three years of strips, analyzing all the appearances of the MFI device.
The poor college student sure has a lot of handheld devices tucked away. Whats this one, a Texas Instruments calculator?
Finally, some diversity in book color, not just the same boring gray volumes! This library has been provided by Crayola.
As the president of the Luddism Society of Santa Royale, Mary will offer her counseling services to Dawn. Let us remember how effectively she treated Bonnie? Bonnie Johnson? I predict that within three months time Dawn's addiction will be cured and she will have a new abacus and library card.
Whoa! Look at the way Dawn jumps right in with the "I'm addicted!" stuff. Slow down there, Buckaroo. This is Mary Worth, where opening an envelope takes at least a week.
And there's good old Wilbur, so totally not picking up on the desperate plea for help. "I love the Internet, too .. and a good sandwich!"
How does Wilbur type or text with a deformed left hand?
Wilbur loves the internet, too! He especially likes to look at all the the um... pictures.
I missed a few days, and, to my horror, the Westons are back!
Wouldn't any person Dawn's age have been online for almost their whole life? But NOW she's getting addicted? Texting isn't an everyday--or hourly--occurrence in her life? The Internet is SO amazing and new?
Moy is pretty late to this party.
Say, Dawn, why don't you invite Mary Worth over and y'all can enjoy a cup of tea and read some of those good, old-fashioned, rainbow-colored books nestled handily on that shelf over by Wilbur?
you would have thought that Dawn would have run screaming away from the Internet after it brought her that fake half-brother.
I miss her too, Wanders. Unfortunately, she's far too interesting a character to ever appear again.
Internet? Addiction? Could this be a job for Ensign Terry Bryson of the Starship Enterprise?
All day long I have been drawn (like a moth to a flame) to that drawing of Wilbur highlighted in today's chosen panel. I'm oddly transfixed by it. It's like Giella went out of his way to create a truly unattractive person, and is almost reveling in it! No jutting chin or snazzy orange suit for THIS poor schlub, no! The expression, the glasses, the sad comb-over, the tubby tummy. Must. Look. Away. Oh, and a shoutout to Anonymous for the comment about the Internet bringing Dawn that fake half-brother. Why DO people use Anonymous here, anyway? We're all anonymous when you think about it. Cmon, give yourself a fake name like the rest of us...
Perhaps the Google could direct Dawn to a makeup site that would off her the information that matching your lipstick to your hair is rarely a good idea.
I just wish Wilbur's line had been rendered, "I (heart) the Internet too!"
--wheelhead
magles (wanders: I think this would make a great nickname! Think I'll try it out this week.)
So then I forgot to actually use "magles" as my word verification, and look what popped up: hyphi (!!!)
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