I also wondered if this is foreshadowing -- Mary, foolish enough to climb onto that small stool in her pretty pink pumps, will fall off and need the web -- to go online into other worlds? But then I was distracted, wondering why she needs that stool to put those grey cans onto the second shelf of her cabinets. Who designed this kitchen?
It's called "foreshadowing".Is Moy slick enough to "foreshadow"?Is Mary going to fall off the stool and wind up in the hospital with a broken leg and have to communicate by tweet 'cause she can't walk?Am I so bored by this story-line that I'm "foreshadowing" an alternate story-line that's less turgid than the one Moy is writing?
Why are we looking at Mary's ankles in the last panel? It's kind of creepy, like she's tying a noose up there or something. :-(
At least we know Mary is being Seriously Thoughtful.I only wish I thoughtfully rested my head upon my finger, while standing, and pondering the abyss of other worlds. This comic reminds one of Ozymandias: Look upon my works and despair!
OMG! I thought Wanders was yanking my chain: she really does have a box o' Kelk on the shelf!It's off to the store for me today!!1!
OMG #2. Normally, I only subject myself to Wanders' excerpt; today I peered into the full strip.The horror! It IS the abyss!
Mary's going to wish she had invested in some technology as in "help, I've fallen and I can't get up!"
is mary gonna get one of those motorized chairs to go see wilber. from the angle shes standing i see a busted skull before a busted leg.aaaalso when has mary ever used the high cabinets before.
Giella has been tempted by this story, I see, to lie down on the asphalt, then again on Mary's kitchen floor, and rest his eyes for a bit.
But Mary - you ARE a luddite! That's why we love you. Please don't change... Your entry into the Twitterverse can only come to no good.
My foreshadowing prediction: Mary falls off the stool (why does she hide her Kelk on a top shelf in the first place? is she addicted?) and lies on the floor until Wilbur notices she never showed up and comes looking for her. He then Twitters 911, Mary is rushed to the ER, having broken her hip and an arm. With a broken arm, she cannot lift any of her cement-covered books and finally discovers the beauty of Jeff's Kindle. Gosh, I wish there a cash prize for getting these things right!
What a set of gams on that dame...I love my wife but oh you kid. Twenty three skiddoo.
I LOVE Kelk! Especially with fresh blueberries on it; in fact, I'm enjoying some right now.Will Dr. Adrian rush back from her honeymoon in Northern Santa Royale to attend to Mary when she's wheeled into the ER?
I just want to note that yesterday's Dear Abby was ripped from the headlines of Mary Worth:DEAR ABBY: My daughter-in-law is driving us crazy. She is constantly on her cell phone with Facebook, e-mail or playing games when she's at our home. Her sons (3 and 7) were fighting last week and she didn't even raise her head to break it up. She just repeated in a monotone, "Stop," because she didn't want to break her concentration!What I don't understand is, she's a teacher. How would she feel if her whole class tweeted, e-mailed and played games during her lessons? If I say anything about her using the phone at our dinner table, she makes a face and later tells my son I'm rude. -- HAD THE INTERNET UP TO HERE!DEAR HAD THE INTERNET!: The Internet has many virtues. It provides information and diversion -- but it can also be addictive. From your description of your daughter-in-law, it appears she has become hooked. That she would fail to intervene when her children misbehave sends a strong message.You should detail your concerns to your son because they are valid. Not only is your daughter-in-law's behavior rude and a poor example, but the children are being neglected. The Internet is not the problem. The problem is her fixation on it.
It looks like that stool is at least 4 feet away from the cupboards. Amanda Kate @ 10:30 AM might be on to something. Either that or Mary has moved from putting away groceries, to changing a light bulb in the ceiling.
Someone tell Mary to quit picking at her cheek. She's doing it in three of the last four MWAM posts.
I'm SHOCKED our normally sensible Mary would use a tall, unsafe, and slanting down stool at her age, but here we go... for sure she is going to fall and break her leg or hip! She will writhe in pain helplessly on the floor hollering "someone HELP me!!!". Meanwhile, Wilbur will wonder why she hasn't come over to see his Twitter yet. He'll mutter something like "hmmph, women ALWAYS let me down!" Jeff won't be concerned by Mary's absence b/c he's way too distracted with his Kindle. FINALLY, as night falls, Ernie?Johnson will don his sombrero and once again climb upon HIS stool to berate Bonnie? about household expenses and hoarding. And from THAT vantage point he will spot Mary on her kitchen floor from across the way. Knowing Dawn Weston is always on twitter, he will tweet her: @PurpleDawn--go check on MW. She on floor in kitchen! Dawn will retweet "OMG!", dial 911 and save the day!
Mary Worth's stool.
Either Mary will give in and finally buy an electric toaster, or fall and shatter her hip. Either way, it's darn good storytelling.
I wish they made low fat Kelk. Some of us have to watch our weight.
It's not Mary standing on the stool, it's a depiction of all of the strip's readers in despair for how we're going to be disappointed when the story peters out into another meandering foray into dullsville.
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