Friday, November 30, 2012

Mary Worth 1,468

Dawn, this is the exact opposite of Dr. Freud-Jung's advice yesterday! If you love someone, you will break down their walls, pound them down relentlessly until you've exposed the weak, whimpering, isolated being inside. That's love, Dawn. That's love... I mean friendship.

Today's Full Strip


Mike in Cleveland said...

Oh, I get it! Dawn's wall IS to keep Jim out. ("Hither shalt thou come, yet no further.") While Jim's 11-year-old emotional outburst sets up a wall that Dawn is supposed to break down. I really missed the point yesterday. That's what I get for posting before I've had a sip of coffee.
And Wanders, you're right--Dawn plans to break down that wall by giving Jim an ultimatum. "The Siege of Frendship."

Thorpnotized said...

Jim is actually avoiding Dawn so he doesn't have to look at that black thing that moves around on her lower lip.

Tony said...

This is looking like there might be a reconciliation by about Christmas, a fine gift for each of them. For us, only 25 more days of Dawn's agonizing.

fauxprof said...

Oooh, Goody, anonymous background people. My favorite element, right after strange food. Let's see, how do the students at good ol' Local U compare to reality?

Well, they seem to be uniformly caucasian. Clothing choices are not as eclectic as what I'm used to seeing, although there is the boy with the ballcap. One kid appears to be wearing a backpack, but it looks a lot flatter than the ones my students carry (most backpacks look as though they weigh fifty pounds). Wait a minute, maybe that isn't a backpack. Looks more like a bulletproof vest! Perhaps things are a little more tense at Local than you might think.

heydave said...

"OK, if I don't hear back from you, I'm gone."

"Jim? Did you get my message?"

"Yeah, Jim? Just checking to see if you've gotten my messages."

"Jim,I was away from my phone for a bit.... did you try to call?"

Nance said...

I cannot be the only one who noticed Toby in Panel Two, trolling the hallways of University. Obviously, Clown Painting is no longer holding her in thrall.

Aside from that, I wonder what Dawn's next ploy will be, sending Jim a case of dry lime soda? Calling Dave and asking for A Guy's Perspective? Maybe she'll write to Dear Wendy, and Mary's computer can talk to us for a week or two.


Anonymous said...

I think Jim drowned himself at the pier.

Anonymous said...

Maybe poor Jim's cell phone battery has gone dead. He'll get all his messages tomorrow in one big whoosh. But by then Dawn will be gone. All this grief over tech failure.

phoebes in santa fe said...

Can the readers of this column do an "intervention" on Karen Moy and get her to move on to another boring story line about another boring member of the Worthiverse? As long as it's not Dawn, I don't care who we read about.

Mary said...

I am transfixed by that weird blue backpack in panel 1. Or maybe I'm just trying to ignore Dawn ... kind of like Jim, only he's succeeding.

Anonymous said...

News alert: Moy's readership is down to 30 weary souls. Can the demise of the the daily newspaper be far behind?

Dave in Parma said...

The 12 Days of a Karen Moy Christmas
(they just last and feel like 25)

(final verse, all together now)

On the 12th Day of Christmas, Karen Moy gave to me:

12 Boxes of Kelk flakes
11 Creepy Clown Paintings
10 Hospital hi-fi's
9 Floating Mary Reflections
8 Credit Cards for Bonnie
7 Stalking text messages to say "I want to be friends"
6 More inches of length on the Professor's swim trunks
A Fifth of Vodka for Jill Black
4 More spurned marriage proposals from Dr. Jeff
3 Ham sandwiches for Wilbur
2 Arms for Jim

And Aldo Kelrast sleeping permanently.

(and an ounce of sense for Dawn)....

Sandi Ego said...

I think Jim has played her brilliantly. He acted all "oooh, you don't want me because of my missing arm" and angrily skulked off and now Dawn can't stop thinking about him and begging him to call. This puts the "fun" back in dysfunctional.

Anonymous said...

Dave in Parma. Genius!

Thorpnotized said...

@Nance, 8:43 - After I read today's strip, my mind wandered off and I realized I miss the good old days when Mary would update Toby about what's been going on. Seeing Toby in University's hallway must have triggered something in my subconscious, although at the time, I didn't realize that was her.

Anonymous said...

Question: Do you think Toby finished retiling her kitchen floor? Maybe Dawn can help and not only learn a marketable skill but also add some action to this story.

Dave in Parma said...

@Anonymous: it doesn't dance off the tongue, nor flow with a steady rhythm, but neither does the dialogue nor plot in Santa Royale

Nance said...

What was that Seventies Mush about "If you love something, set it free, yada yada yada" that was all Jonathan Livingston Seagull meets Love Story and crap?

Just think if Jim got hold of it:

"If you love something, let it go. If it returns, it was yours. If it doesn't, then hunt it down and drag it back kicking and screaming, if necessary. Because, I mean, hey--that was something you loved! You had some serious emotional investment in that something. Who the &%#@ does it think it is, anyway, leaving you like that? What are you, just some damp bag of garbage on the street or something? I think not! You are a person, that's what you are! A person with feelings! Feelings that are not to be toyed with like some sort of cheap Dollar Store, made in Japan, GI JOE knock-off! So, if that something decides it can leave, well, that something has another think coming! You go right out there and drag it right back! Darn straight."

Dave in Parma--Nice one. But as a later arrival here, can someone enlighten me as to what "kelk" is/its origin? I thought by now I'd have gotten somewhere with context, but...!

Thorp--Forgiven. ;-)

Sandi Ego said...

I used to have a bumper sticker on my car when I was in college "If you love something set it free. If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it"
I actually dated more than you'd think.

Gina said...

Bravo, Dave!

As for Jim, I'm dying for him to call back and say, "Is that a promise?"

Hermite said...

Fauxprof, that was great. And Dave's, 12 Days of a Karen Moy Christmas (they just last and feel like 25) was, too. Wanted to tell all you commenters here how much I enjoy what you write. You make me laugh every morning. I read many blogs, but the only 2 I also read the comments on are here and Ysac.

Bless you, Wanders, for your sense of humor and for letting these people have some free rein. I think there are sometimes comments that make you uncomfortable, but you let them stay, for the humor. And the wisdom.

Bless you all. May you live long and prosper. And keep on writing.

Dave in Parma said...

@nance-- I'm sure v others can help augment the definition, but kelk is a food product, often seen boxed on the counter or a high shelf in Mary's kitchen. It is a common casserole ingredient, and occasionally a stand alone side. It simply makes everything taste better.