Ah, Mountview Hospital. So many special memories we've shared together. The cafeteria where we met. The cafeteria where we ate food. The cafeteria where I reached into my pocket for my wallet to show you this picture I still haven't shown you. Yes, we'll always have the Mountview Hospital Cafeteria. No matter what happens.
Of course, this implies that something could happen. Which would be a real change of pace.
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"The Germans wore grey. You wore purple."
(apologies to Bogart and Bergman)
"Of all the cafeterias in all the world, she had to walk into mine..."
I sense a theme starting, here.
If only M&G would say 'Here's looking at you, kid' to Dawn and this limping, struggling storyline.
Honestly, "We'll always have Mountainview"?? What the heck? Off the rails....
Just what have they been doing under the table to get so meepy about this "always Mountainview" stuff?
This is the beginning of a beautiful (if not boring) relationship...
"We'll always have Mountainview"?!?
Now I'm convinced that Moy is doing this on purpose; she's TRYING to be as insipid as humanly possible just to make our heads explode.
Wish there were a "Like" button for all these comments.
You guys are concentrating on Moy's insipid prose in panel two; well, panel one is one bland cliche followed by another.
There is genius in Moy's banality. No, I take that back.
All panel one needs is Frank Burns popping into it saying, "It's nice to be nice to the nice."
Looks like Dawn has decided to become anonymous - in the first panel, her badge is blank. Just like her expression and brain.
"No matter what happens...[cue ominous trumpets and kettle drums] we'll always have Mountview." What is Jim contemplating? Will he take everyone in the cafeteria hostage? Will the sight of Merry's face so unhinge Dawn that she becomes amnesiac?
Wow, Moya's got a lotta nerve telling us the relationship she just "developed" is distinctive and iconic. So what if I cried my eyes out when they were sliding back and forth on the bench?
Right about now, it would be wonderful, if Jill Black would walk by with her own tray of milk & Kelk, smirk in her own inimitable way, and say ''HA-HA-HA! Don't believe his lies, honey! Save yourself, while you still can!''
You must remember this
The plots we love to diss
Are always cut and dry
The fundamental things apply
As time crawls by
And when two lovers woo
There's really nothing new
To catch an artist's eye
Uncle Joe will go awry
As time crawls by
Diner and Park Bench
Never out of date
Kelkies and mousses
Casseroles we hate
Toby paints clowns
And Dawn can't get a date
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story
And Mary's in her glory
'Cause people ask her why
We keep on reading this strip
As time crawls by
Dang, fauxprof! You beat me to it! But, may I humbly add:
You must remember, Dawn,
An arm is just an arm,a hand is just a hand,
And Jim must just rely
On one when he waves 'bye
And when two lunchmates chat
About boring this and that, Dionne Warwick's copyrighted lines
May not be spewed-
Or you'll be sued.
Keep smiling... keep shining... knowing you can always count on me...
(Anti-robot today: "40 rectool")
Alternative final verse:
The pace continues glacial
As Wilbur grows more spatial
While eating ham on rye
Miss Moy will always welcome drivel
As time crawls by
dying here-snork, snork, hahhaha
I was working on a Suess-like poem
(It was merry on the ferry 'til the ferry hit a pier...)
with obvious puns. But, with contributers like fauxprof, meg and KitKat, I am totally outclassed.
It's just so funny.
Shout out to Peggy Olson: You totally nailed it, girl! Merry looks exactly like Dawn, down to the helmet-hairdo! You are one with the mind of Moy. Er...that's not an entirely good thing, is it?
As much as we seriously despise Dawn, though, I feel a certain amount of sympathy. The girl can't catch a break. This situation with Jimis either pathetically sentimental, or just plain creepy.
In another nod to ancient technology, the photo is black and white, probably taken with a Kodak Brownie box camera.
"Dear Ask Wendy: The man of my dreams just told me that he 'loves me like a sister.' ! What does this mean?" -- Santa Royale Coed
"Dear S.R. Coed: It means that life is brutal. Except when it's not." -- Wendy
Bravo fauxprof and all. I'll add...
The word "familiar" gone awry
As time crawls by.
We've gone "Flowers in the Attic"! Who'd'a thunk it?
Also, bravo to our brilliant lyricists!!
Wanders' blog has achieved critical mass.
It all seems so familiar....because Sunday's dialogue was already said a few days ago. >:(
(stellar lyrics to a stellar tune all!)
Who knew there were so many talented lyricists reading this blog?
Poor Dawn just can't catch a break. Merry apparently was her long-lost twin, and her hopes of a relationship with Jim are now just...creepy.
The question now is: which one is/was the EVIL twin?
--Beagle Vet
Jim has man hand.
Wonderful lyrics and movie classic quotes, everyone. And thanks for the Shout Out, fauxprof. (In Pittsburgh, we call it a "Shaht Aht.")
Question for One-Armed Man: What kind of adult brother takes a studio portrait with his sister, and then keeps it in his wallet?
I'm still hoping for a creepy Vertigo turn in this plot.
@Peggy Olson, 7:08AM, The Vertigo idea is wonderful! Do you think Moy has ever seen it? If she reads this blog (doubtful) she probably was mystified by all the Casablanca references.
As for Dawn, she should take this as a cue to get a new hairstyle. Have the salon cut her some bangs, and add extensions so she can wear a ponytail, and maybe darken the color to blue-black. I understand this look attracts soccer players.
Jim look so different in the picture without his wallet holder.
Compare Sunday's photo of the siblings with today's - they have magically changed clothes! Is this one of those Harry Potter-type portraits where things change, or are Uncle Joe and his minions messing with us or, more likely, not bothering to keep track of things. (Maybe there's still hope for a switcheroo with Jim's other arm.)
Mr. Wanders, isn't that the cue for the shocked rodent?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8Kyi0WNg40
@KitKat - Not only have the clothes changed, the picture is now in color!
@HeyDave Didn't get the reference so went to the link...I can't stop laughing! Perfect!
Isn't it strange to have a picture that LARGE in your wallet and it doesn't get wrinkled?
How! Me Jim. You Merry. Pier unsafe.
I'm pretty sure being a hospital volunteer doesn't entail doing psychiatric tests on the patients. I'm still convinced that Dawn intends to push Jim off the pier--will he do a lopsided front crawl and swim in circles?--to assume Merry's identity.
Not just any pier - THE PIER. The unsafe pier. Was that the site of the Totts Island Ferry accident, where Jim lost both his arm and his sister? I'm with @Dave in Parma at 8:08 AM - surely Dawn's surly expression is conveying something other than her dashed romantic hopes.
Seriously, Dawn? Tactless much? Look, his sister was killed and his arm mangled when the ferry struck THE PIER (nice emphasis, girl).
On the other hand, I hear really sinister music in the background. Seems as if Jim has already conflated you with Merry, and is feeling "protective" toward you. This kind of protection usually ends up with you chained up in his basement for your own good.
I've been traveling, and will be home tonight. The business center at the hotel will not let me upload any images, so I've been unable to post on these delightful plot developments: A photo of Merry and Jim's LEFT ARM! His Left Arm looks familiarly like his Right. Creepy. And, now, Dawn wanting to take a walk along THE PIER?? Where, no doubt they will find Merry's bloated body clinging to Jim's right arm, floating in the water.
@fauxprof: We can only hope! The more chains, the better.
Confront your fears, Jim. Take a walk on the PIER....a very long walk.
Jumping to this story's end - I see chiseled seagulls, white wings spread against a pistachio-colored sea. Dawn and Jim are walking along THE PIER, his right hand on her shoulder. His left sleeve flying - free at last - flapping wildly against the offshore breeze.
Dawn: I'm going to take a walk down by THE PIER. Then I'm going to go to the batting cages and take a couple of swings. After that, probably watch my DVD collection of "Sister, Sister." Want to come with?
Jim: Why, you...! No, I have plans. I need to stop by the framer's and pick up my college degree. Then, I'm going to take my class hamsters, Paula and Dave, to the vet's. After that, I'm going to watch the director's cut of "Titanic." Hey, whatever happened to your mom?
Good one Nance.
This is so cool! Jim is going psycho protective and Dawn is learning to push all his buttons. We could have a lot of fun with this.
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