Mary needs to let Wilbur back at the reins of Dear Wendy. She needs to go change someone else's life. Where is Jeff? Tobey? The Professor? New story line, please!
I met a wonderful girl who volunteers at a place where I go for help. Recently, she told me she wants to be "just friends," but I want us to be more. It was an unfortunate scene between us when I got angry and walked out on her. I don't know what to do, so I am anxiously waiting to hear from you. Oh, I should probably mention that she looks uncannily like my sister, who died in a tragic accident. Please answer soon. --Disarmed
but was too busy dawdling and baking pies to get around to it. Poor Jim, left to his own devices, decides to go to Limbs R Us, and toss caution to the...PIER.
I wonder if Mary realizes that her computer isn't plugged in, that her monitor is one of those cardboard display boxes you see on computer credenzas at furniture stores.
Actually, she probably does and just enjoys the daily conversations she has with it.
"Kindred spirits all around us," hmm? Karen Moy may be preparing us for "A Charterstone Christmas Carol," with Aldo Kelrast as the Ghost of Mary's Christmas Past and Emily Smith of Goleta as Tiny Timossima. Who wants to suggest more casting choices?
I like where this is going, KitKat. Your scenario casts Mary in the Scrooge role. . .. I see Dawn as the Ghost of Christmas Present, wearing a nice orchid velour lounging outfit with a wreath of holly in her hair. She and Wilbur are having Christmas dinner with Jim when Emily Smith's family knocks on their door, looking for some of those great cookies Mary made for them last year. .But, alas, Mary is too busy being "Wendy" to make the cookies this PTSD-riddled tyke may need to help change her life. Not sure what the Ghost of Chrstmas Yet to Come has in store for Mary, but I'm betting Nola Wolvenson might be playing a part. . .
Sorry I missed your post from yesterday. Been pulling 12-hour days this week and all I want to do is crash when I get home.
Curiously, I also work at Notre Dame College. Small campus--and small world! Also at Lakeland CC and Tri-C.
AND I propose all the Cleveland area Worthies get together Friday the 21st at the Market Garden for drinks & snacks and celebrate the season, the end of time, and MAYBE the end of this story. What do you all say?
I like the idea (and finally made it to the Market Garden brewery on Black Friday), but we may have our dog in/out of surgery that day. We're trying to get it moved from the 12/21 to Friday. What dept. at NDC btw? Wife (a.k.a. Most Patient Woman in the World)taught science.
I think the Bluebird Of Happiness in Panel One could have had its own speech bubble today and wrapped this whole strip and plot up in one line and still paraphrased MW's whole schtick:
[THURSDAY] Last Friday, I mentioned that Uncle Joe was '...taking artistic cues from Mark Trail'. Today we have even more evidence in the first panel. Either that, or Moy is giving a nod to the premier of the new "Hitchcock" movie, and the birds will launch their attack on Santa Royale soon. Why is Mary taking her pulse on her neck in the second panel?
@Thorpnotized: The first panel reminded me of another movie--does anyone remember the mechanical robin at the end of "Blue Velvet"? Perhaps Giella is using this bird to symbolize the moral decay beneath the cheery facade of Santa Royale.
Ooooohhhh @ Thorpnotized--I like the possibilities with Hitchcock/The Birds.
Dawn and Jim driving up the Santa Royale Frreway in Jim's '57 Studebaker, Dawn frantically looking back out the rear window as the birds gain on them, the birds grasping Jim's left 'arm' and flying it off to their lair. Oh the horrors! Oh the material!
Thorp, I thought of you when I saw that giant bird a la Mark Trail.
I am very glad I have this place to let go of my negativity responsibly. Who knows what might happen if I couldn't do so? I might be driven to do an Aldo Kelrast, and the naysayers would win.
Wouldn't it be grand if the window were open and Mary's tongue suddenly zipped out like a toad's to grab and swallow the bird whole. I picture a sigle feather floating between her and the giant monitor as she looks at us with her smug smile and dead eyes in the final panel.
Not only will I get rejoice in my prediction of a Dec. 17th date for a new story, but THAT BIRD will turn to the viewer and say "meanwhile..." thus making my day/life.
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Let's close the door on this storyline, already.
Mary needs to let Wilbur back at the reins of Dear Wendy. She needs to go change someone else's life. Where is Jeff? Tobey? The Professor? New story line, please!
Probably, "Wendy" got this letter weeks ago:
Dear Wendy,
I met a wonderful girl who volunteers at a place where I go for help. Recently, she told me she wants to be "just friends," but I want us to be more. It was an unfortunate scene between us when I got angry and walked out on her. I don't know what to do, so I am anxiously waiting to hear from you. Oh, I should probably mention that she looks uncannily like my sister, who died in a tragic accident. Please answer soon.
--Disarmed
but was too busy dawdling and baking pies to get around to it. Poor Jim, left to his own devices, decides to go to Limbs R Us, and toss caution to the...PIER.
I would be willing to forfeit all Christmas gifts if a meteorite would hit Santa Royale.
I wonder if Mary realizes that her computer isn't plugged in, that her monitor is one of those cardboard display boxes you see on computer credenzas at furniture stores.
Actually, she probably does and just enjoys the daily conversations she has with it.
Hee hee hee... yes, that's right, placate with the plagiarisms, my pretty!
New story line on the 17th! Yes, it shall be mine!
"Kindred spirits all around us," hmm? Karen Moy may be preparing us for "A Charterstone Christmas Carol," with Aldo Kelrast as the Ghost of Mary's Christmas Past and Emily Smith of Goleta as Tiny Timossima. Who wants to suggest more casting choices?
Well, I certainly vote for Dawn Weston as the Ghost of Please Stop Make It Stop Good Lord Enough Please Go Away.
I like where this is going, KitKat. Your scenario casts Mary in the Scrooge role. . .. I see Dawn as the Ghost of Christmas Present, wearing a nice orchid velour lounging outfit with a wreath of holly in her hair. She and Wilbur are having Christmas dinner with Jim when Emily Smith's family knocks on their door, looking for some of those great cookies Mary made for them last year. .But, alas, Mary is too busy being "Wendy" to make the cookies this PTSD-riddled tyke may need to help change her life. Not sure what the Ghost of Chrstmas Yet to Come has in store for Mary, but I'm betting Nola Wolvenson might be playing a part. . .
They got it all wrong. The Mayans were predicting that this story would end on December 21.
Mary is dressed like the kindred spirit of Lord Baden Powell.
Goodness, I was about to stop reading until I realized there were kindred spirits who were writing it!
@Dave in Parma,
Sorry I missed your post from yesterday. Been pulling 12-hour days this week and all I want to do is crash when I get home.
Curiously, I also work at Notre Dame College. Small campus--and small world! Also at Lakeland CC and Tri-C.
AND I propose all the Cleveland area Worthies get together Friday the 21st at the Market Garden for drinks & snacks and celebrate the season, the end of time, and MAYBE the end of this story. What do you all say?
I let go of my negativity about the strip on Maryworthandme.com.
Will Mary walk to the window and begin whistling with the bird, a'la an aged Mary Poppins:
"Just a spoonful of kelk, helps the platitudes go down, the platitudes go down, oh, the platitudes go down...."
@Mike @December 12, 2012 8:57 PM:
I like the idea (and finally made it to the Market Garden brewery on Black Friday), but we may have our dog in/out of surgery that day. We're trying to get it moved from the 12/21 to Friday. What dept. at NDC btw? Wife (a.k.a. Most Patient Woman in the World)taught science.
Thursday's strip:
I think the Bluebird Of Happiness in Panel One could have had its own speech bubble today and wrapped this whole strip and plot up in one line and still paraphrased MW's whole schtick:
BBOH: Forget your troubles, come on, get happy.
[THURSDAY]
Last Friday, I mentioned that Uncle Joe was '...taking artistic cues from Mark Trail'. Today we have even more evidence in the first panel. Either that, or Moy is giving a nod to the premier of the new "Hitchcock" movie, and the birds will launch their attack on Santa Royale soon.
Why is Mary taking her pulse on her neck in the second panel?
@Thorpnotized: The first panel reminded me of another movie--does anyone remember the mechanical robin at the end of "Blue Velvet"? Perhaps Giella is using this bird to symbolize the moral decay beneath the cheery facade of Santa Royale.
Ooooohhhh @ Thorpnotized--I like the possibilities with Hitchcock/The Birds.
Dawn and Jim driving up the Santa Royale Frreway in Jim's '57 Studebaker, Dawn frantically looking back out the rear window as the birds gain on them, the birds grasping Jim's left 'arm' and flying it off to their lair. Oh the horrors! Oh the material!
@Thorpnotized at 9:41 AM, Mary is not taking her pulse. Rather, she has carpal tunnel syndrome from her incorrect keyboarding technique.
Thorp, I thought of you when I saw that giant bird a la Mark Trail.
I am very glad I have this place to let go of my negativity responsibly. Who knows what might happen if I couldn't do so? I might be driven to do an Aldo Kelrast, and the naysayers would win.
Wouldn't it be great if the window were open and Mary's tongue zipped out like a toad's and grabbed the bird?
Wouldn't it be grand if the window were open and Mary's tongue suddenly zipped out like a toad's to grab and swallow the bird whole. I picture a sigle feather floating between her and the giant monitor as she looks at us with her smug smile and dead eyes in the final panel.
Thanks for keeping the blog running, Wanders! I always enjoy it.
Oh, oh, oh!
Not only will I get rejoice in my prediction of a Dec. 17th date for a new story, but THAT BIRD will turn to the viewer and say "meanwhile..." thus making my day/life.
Calloo, callay!
Soon...
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