Now that they've traded seats, and Marge has filled their cups to the rim with Brim, things are a lot less messy. At least until Mary pours Brim all over her hand.Today's Full Strip
Now that they've traded seats, and Marge has filled their cups to the rim with Brim, things are a lot less messy. At least until Mary pours Brim all over her hand.
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Moy and Giella have achieved a masterful piece of artwork here, perfectly capturing Mary's supercilious sneer.
If the only real love were mutual love, there would be very little music on the Charterstone jukebox. And far less to enjoy on cement portable reading devices.
Can Wilbur come to this diner?
he could be having a sandwich while surfing his KinPad or something, then tweeting about what a maroon this Liza is!
Wilber wouldn't fit into one of the booths! Yum, mugs of delicious chocolate souffle!
Yeah, remember that man who gave his life for the woman who didn't love him back in "A Tale of Two Cities"? That wasn't REAL love, because real love is mutual!
Mary is defusing a potentially exciting stalking scenario. It's almost like she wants us to be bored.
Hey, what happened to flannel/plaid man? He must have gotten so fed up with this conversation that he skedaddled. Or maybe he didn't like the barstools that the diner just installed.
I love that Mary and Liza had time for a game of musical chairs before sitting down to pie. And that fact that my word verification is "stingy". As Karen Moy can be, when it comes to plot development.
I hope Mary solves this one pronto because it looks like the kitchen may be on fire from the smoke in panel 2.
Hurry Mary!!! Meddle like the wind!!!!
I'm assuming that the switching of sides is supposed to be a change in perspectives (unless they really did switch sides because Mary requested it, "do you mind switching sides, dear? I usually offer advice from right to left.") which would mean flannel shirt guy is still sitting at the counter, but this diner has a counter on the other side as well. Does this diner have two kitchens, one to serve each counter? That would be hard to pull off in one of those railcar model diners. This really must be a TARDIS diner.
We all knew that Mary would put this all into perspective with a well reasoned explanation for Liza's behavior. I am so looking foward to when the lightbulb appears over Liza's head and she begins to understand the complexities of mutual love.
OMG, I remember those Brim commercials! Whatever happened to Brim? Do they still make it? Somehow, Mary has always reminded me more of a Postum kind of gal.
Holy shitake mushrooms! What happened here? I couldn't get to the blog for a couple of days (I was filling a larger order of pies for M.W. Meddling Services in California), and now Mary and Liza are all chummy at some diner. Is this the beginning of a swift and boring end to the story? What about the possibility of a firy exit off of Aldo's Cliff? How about gutter drinking wearing purple go-go boots? We're getting a bunch of sanctimonious advice in some cheap dive again? Liza with a ZZZZZZZZZ indeed!
Can we get "Addicted to Love" by Robert Palmer on the Charterstone jukebox? Could it be that LiZa is addicted to the idea of having a fancy-shmancy doctor boyfriend and not to Drew himself? Maybe if he disguised himself as flannel shirt guy, she'd drop him like a hot potato.
Wanders and Maude, I fondly remember the Brim commercials. This is quite a tangent, but it seems like coffee commercials are some of the most iconic and memorable ones. Like Mrs. Olsen and her Folgers crystals, the General Mills International flavored coffee commercials (celebrate the moments of your life...especially the one about the Parisian waiter, Jean Luc), the "we've secretly replaced the coffee with this stuff" ads, the more recent (relatively) ones that played out as a serial story with the two people sharing coffee and some kind of budding affair, and the ones burned forever in my memory are the ones for Taster's Choice since they often had voiceovers by Ken Nordine, who has legendary pipes.
Why did they switch seats? So LiZa can loo kout the window towards the Mountview parking lot, just as Drew is making his escape?
I'm watching the clock closely, because if LiZa is back even ONE MINUTE late from this 15-minute coffee break, she will get the pink slip! It will all be Mary's fault, of course. Tee hee.
"Oh dear", Mary will say, "I only meant to help! Oh well, it's all for the good, I suppose..."
Wait for it.......
Liza: "You're right. What time should I pick you up Mary so we can get to Dr. Bailey's dinner party on time?"
Dave,
Then Mary says "D'oh!"
Maybe Dr. Bailey has a cute single brother or nephew that's coming to dinner, too? Poor LiZa needs a new guy to obsess over, so Drew can get back to his Men's Fitness magazines and fear of commitment.
The overpoured coffee is forming spectacular convex menisci in both mugs. You've got to be a skilled drinker to drink coffee at this diner. Btw, when is break time over?
This is a much more interesting depiction of conversation in a diner. http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3574062901_24539d02c0_z.jpg?zz=1
by the time Mary finishes her meddling, Drew will already be back in Vietnam, or perhaps he'll have moved to New York, where soon he may be able to marry one of those Men's Fitness models. :-p
I'm going to be really upset if we don't get to see the goings-on at Dr. Bailey's party!
Saturday....Mary Worth, the ultimate wing man...
I was reading an ad on this blog's front page for Converse shoes DC Comics collection. It showed a pair of tennis shoes with a picture of 'The Flash' from DC Comics.
So, then I thought what if Giella did a Mary Worth shoe?
Liza should wake up and smell that coffee she is drinking and move on with her life sans Drew.
I forget the name of the intrepid fifth-grade girl who colors this strip, but she's done a bang-up job on the coffee.
Now, if only we can find and arrest whoever banged her up so badly that she thought this would make a good coloring job.
*rimshot*
I kind of sympathize with Liza. In the dizzying world of Mary Worth, where furniture and people shift positions in an instant, I'd want to cling to someone -anyone- just to be able to stand up.
@ djangosmom...if Mary did a shoe, it'd be a nice sturdy oxford with a sensible low heel.
Since nothing new ever happens on a Sunday (there's just more of it), I enjoyed watching all the background action as the diner suddently filled up. Seeing the guy in the trucker cap exit to pay his bill yesterday was a nice continuity touch, Joe! But say, is that Drew eavesdropping in the next booth??
Punky, I wondered if that was Drew too.
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