After a big event, some people re-evaluate their lives and get a really big computer monitor.
Today's Full Strip
And still mary is pecking away with one finger.
Birdie @7:18 AM, Mary is pecking away with one finger in panel one, but she switched to the hands-free technique by the second panel. She must have gotten the munchies, too - what happened to most of the pencils in the "I [heart] Santa Royale" mug?I'm hoping Mary gets hauled into Mr. Editor's office next week, with him pointing his finger and asking, "What kind of dreck is this that you're cranking out?! We're losing readers by the droves!"
Keyboard by Jitterbug... purchased from an ad in the back of Parade Magazine.
I think Mary has transformed Ask Wendy from print to Twitter - and she is now tweeting 140 chars or less cliches and her self-help pap into cyberspace.
If her screen gets any larger, she'll have to start doing her "Ask Wendy" column at the local cineplex...Hey Mary, there's a new invention for people with poor eyesight. It's called "eyeglasses"; check into it.And why are you using a keyboard that is more complicated than what the engineers at NASA use??
You can tell when this strip is becoming boring, when the main topics of our posts are things like Mary's computer keyboard and monit... WOW! That screen is even bigger than her TV! Now where was I? Oh yeah, [YAWN] Zzzzzz...
Holy crap. Is someone behind her or under her desk, slyly slithering his/her arm forth in Panel Two? And Mary pats it reassuringly with her left arm? Yikes!The Incident/Disaster/Tragedy has been, like Hurricane Isaac, downgraded. It is now simply a Big Event, much like a wedding, bar mitzvah, divorce, quinceanera, or Whole Foods opening.That is, until Wilbur Weston describes it in his eleventy thousand part series, "A Bite To Remember: How I Survived The Sinking Of The Unita del Mare (with Food Reviews and Recipes!)by Wilbur Weston."
I got to wondering who in the Worthiverse would read a column as lame and platitudinous as "Ask Wendy".My conclusion is that it is only read by a small band of devotees who have created a blog to laugh at it. That's as far as I got in my thinking though, because suddenly the walls started shifting, stray arms were appearing out of nowhere, and my clothes started morphing from one style to another instantaneously. Helllllppp! I'm stuck in the Worthiverse!
I'll say this for moy. She has an incredible grasp of the obvious.
What would Mary's chair say if it could talk (like Clint Eastwood's)?Hey, Mary- could you have those slacks dry-cleaned, please?Please, Mary, don't ever let Ian sit on me again.Hey, Mary, next time you redecorate, how about upholstering me in real leather? Naugahyde is so 1954.So, Mary, just out of the shower, eh? No, Mary, please don't drop the towel...Don't sit doooooowwwwwnnnn!!!Chair to itself: I am so going to throw myself off the balcony during the next pool party.Wilbur? What are you doing in here when Mary's not home? Stay away from her fridge, man! Don't eat the beige goo, bro!
I want to know if the "I Love Santa Royale" mugs are for sale. I'd use it for coffee to spew as I read, not as a pencil holder.
Day after tomorrow we will have a Sunday Summary strip for a week in which ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENED! I'd like to think this would be a challenge to Moy, but she will probably fill the panels with one platitude after another. Maybe at a pool party. Luckily, the Cleveland Plain Dealer usually lops off the first two panels to make room for my beloved Sunday crosswords.
You know Mary/Wendy, dumb platitudes on a 64" flat screen are vibrant and colorful but still dub platitudes.Wait: so helping each other really will eliminate my mouse problem?
And some people, like Wilbur, don't.
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