Thank you, Mary, for reminding Gina that her story is supposed to be about her father. Not some boy she was crushing on when she was ten.
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Thank you, Mary, for reminding Gina that her story is supposed to be about her father. Not some boy she was crushing on when she was ten.
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It's almost as if Karen Moy feels our pain. Even Mary, who as we know enjoys a discursive story more than most, has gotten around to asking, "what's your point?" But with Gina's reply, "it wasn't his fault what happened to him, what happened to us," we're really not inching any closer. Well played, Karen. The Illusion of Exposition.
Dad "inadvertently " hit Bobby with his car while bobby ran after his beloved basketball into the street.
The mysterious hand of fate, on display, as it were.
Moy must have daddy issues - it's ALWAYS the father
Mary should have used my favorite line to deter verbose rambling: Is this story going somewhere?
"It wasn't his fault what happened to him, what happened to us,"..."It was George Bush's fault."
Did Mary shift from left palm up in the first panel to right palm up in the second? Or is Gina mocking Mary by mimicking her? Or (most likely) did Giella forget which hand was which as he went to panel 2?
"it wasn't his fault" -- I'm guessing he worked for Bobby's Dad's company and got canned. They prolly had to move to an apartment with cracks in the plaster and holes in the curtains, a la Kurt Evans.
I'm reminded of the movie Airplane and the scenes where the hero tells the long flashback to several bored passengers. Each one commits suicide -- hari-Kari, noose, lighter fluid -- anything to stop the endless story!
"I could go on and on, but I'm probably boring you."
Peggy, I feel the same and even more after Sunday's strip.
The last panel in Sunday's strip has a deep Freudian meaning...A Bird, that Ball the kid never seems to let go of (is it a ball? Is it a Tumor? Is it representative of mans inhumanity to man?), A Beach, Bobby Black.
And Gina calls this mundane?
Ve must not forget that sometimes, a ball . . . is just a ball.
The interesting thing about this story line and the accompanying art work is that Gina is, what, at the most 30 years old? If that. So, at the most, the flashbacks occur in the early 1990's. (I think she's really about 25)
Well, there is no way people dressed or acted like that in the early 1990's. This particular story/art is out of the 1960's.
I can't decide whether to be horrified that I'm reading this dreck every day or pleased that I can have flashbacks without the use of drugs...
Wow--I really didn't miss anything.
Hopefully Gina's Dad didn't do anything with Bobby's, er, ball.
Sunday is different pony tail day!
Looks to me like Bobby and Gina are wrestling a Bludger to the ground, while Hedwig, disguised as a seagull, flies off for help.
Expect to hear from Rowling's lawyers in the morning, Moy.
The Bludger post was me. Oops.
Sunday's strip is just plain creepy! The basketball, the parents waving goodbye, the basketball, the crazed seagull. Did I mention the basketball? "Mundane but intense!" wtf!?
Is ''mundane but intense'' anything like a ''strange, buzzy feeling''?
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