Did Beth cook the pork chops (using that term as loosely as possible) and carrots together, resulting in revolting liver-like objects? That's the only thing on the plates. Boy, isn't it appetizing?! Tom will pop the question after the second bite. If there was a Worthy Award for Most Boring Couple, Beth and Tom would be shoo-ins. Tom even has the Santa Royale requisite fuzzy pink flowers.
How long do we have to wait for Elinor to come to Mary's apartment in search of Beth? How will Mary handle that moral dilemma?
Are these two panels in the wrong order? First they appear to be seated, and then Tom is helping Beth with her chair. And by the way, he is also tilting her chair so that she will slide off onto the floor. Nice prank, Tom.
(My pynar words today are "individuals lipagoo". I think they must somehow figure into this storyline.)
Late start checking out MW and Me today. As expected, I'm disappointed that I've missed the preparation of the side salads.
Peggy Olson beat me to my question on the seating arrangements. My guess to 'why' is that they couldn't possibly keep a straight face and deliver dialogue like this the whole dinner if they were facing each other.
The important remaining question is; "What will Beth be making for breakfast?"
For desert, Tom and Beth will be having a large slice of Elinor's rage. Can't wait for Elinor to berate Mary for tacitly lying and then attacking Tom. As Mary said at the beginning of this storyline, let the games begin.
Going along with fauxprof's speculation that Joe G. is a fan of MW&M and serving us up those lifeless, soulless food renderings. (Can't get enough of this soylent orange....hey read the book, it's not people, but I think it's actually worse...thanks Uncle Joe!)
So Joe, here's a joke I think you'll dig:
"Ah, this is a meal fit for a king....Here, King! Here, King!"
Meanwhile back at the Kinley condo...Elinor is about to blow a gasket as she needs her pillow fluffed, and WHERE is that blankety-blank "Beth" when you need her!!?
Tom: And given that you're NOT a character in a romance novel (nor in a comic strip with a riveting plot), Beth, what else do you do?
Beth: "I'm really into getting new tattoos at the moment, I change my mom's bedpan daily, and I like to walk briskly through the mall before it opens. Oh, I also like to crochet. If I were in a You Tube video, I'd be skateboarding down a railing. If I were a groupie, I'd follow the Grateful Dead on Tour. if I had a hammer, I'd hammer the...."
Tom: "is that my smoke detector? We'd better evacuate! You go first!"
Moonlit walks on the beach, strumming a ukelele in a boat, and sitting by a fire, huh? I'll bet Tom has a raccoon coat and a megaphone, too. "Oh voh di doh doh..."
In the second panel, is Beth rising to her feet, or is Tom sliding off his chair? Not only that, the plant is attempting to assault Tom.
Strumming a ukelele?!? Are you kidding me?!? This whole story line is going from nauseating to well... MORE nauseating. And that's even not taking in account what they're trying to pass off as food for humans.
Wait, I'm confused. Is the fire IN the boat? Not a good idea. Oh well, the ukelele was a deal-breaker, anyway. (KitKat, Yes! A definite 1920's vibe. Moy has been reading "Gatsby" in anticipation of the new movie.)
The thing on the plate is, I fear, a pancreas. Elinor's?
What I'd like to know is how Beth will act when she gets home. Presumably, she and Elinor eat all their meals together. So when Beth gets back reeking of fried pancreas and mushy carrots, will her excuse of "no appetite" fly? I rather doubt it. You have to get up pretty early in the morning to pull one over on crusty old Elinor.
I think Elinor has fallen, and she can't get up- Or at least, she'll make it look that way. Beth's cell phone will ring, she'll ignore it, and after her romantic dinner with Tom, she'll return home to find Elinor sprawled out in the apartment, moaning ''I TOLD you I was sick!'' Beth will feel tremendous guilt, and break things off with Tom, to care for poor invalid Elinor. Their breakup will be short lived however, when Mary, out weeding her garden, spies Elinor doing The 30 Day Shred Workout through her bedroom window.
And still Tom has not said, "Hey, I called you last week and left a message with your mom. Did she tell you?" Oh, I miss Dawn, and that's saying something because I disliked Dawn very much. wv- Grand eloptyu. Elope, yes, please.
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Yummy. Boiled carrot mush. What happened to the so-called pork chops?
Uncle Joe either hates drawing these cooking scenes, or he's playing an elaborate, ongoing joke on Ms. Moy. (With a wink and a nod to this blog.)
WV: Moses Tongspa--a Samoan last-round NFL draft pick.
Did Beth cook the pork chops (using that term as loosely as possible) and carrots together, resulting in revolting liver-like objects? That's the only thing on the plates. Boy, isn't it appetizing?! Tom will pop the question after the second bite.
If there was a Worthy Award for Most Boring Couple, Beth and Tom would be shoo-ins. Tom even has the Santa Royale requisite fuzzy pink flowers.
How long do we have to wait for Elinor to come to Mary's apartment in search of Beth? How will Mary handle that moral dilemma?
The look on Tom Harpman's face is priceless. He is already closing his eyes and trying to quell his gag reflex.
Wake me up when Elinor crashes in.
Are these two panels in the wrong order? First they appear to be seated, and then Tom is helping Beth with her chair. And by the way, he is also tilting her chair so that she will slide off onto the floor. Nice prank, Tom.
(My pynar words today are "individuals lipagoo". I think they must somehow figure into this storyline.)
Tom's so excited about eating a home-cooked meal that he's developed a hunchback and crooked neck!
Are they going to sit on the same side of the table? How can they gaze into each other's eyes without facing each other?
Perhaps Tom's dining room is set up like a lunch counter.
This entire event is one huge dieting aid.
Late start checking out MW and Me today. As expected, I'm disappointed that I've missed the preparation of the side salads.
Peggy Olson beat me to my question on the seating arrangements. My guess to 'why' is that they couldn't possibly keep a straight face and deliver dialogue like this the whole dinner if they were facing each other.
The important remaining question is; "What will Beth be making for breakfast?"
For desert, Tom and Beth will be having a large slice of Elinor's rage. Can't wait for Elinor to berate Mary for tacitly lying and then attacking Tom. As Mary said at the beginning of this storyline, let the games begin.
Cue Elinor to crash this dinner date!
Going along with fauxprof's speculation that Joe G. is a fan of MW&M and serving us up those lifeless, soulless food renderings. (Can't get enough of this soylent orange....hey read the book, it's not people, but I think it's actually worse...thanks Uncle Joe!)
So Joe, here's a joke I think you'll dig:
"Ah, this is a meal fit for a king....Here, King! Here, King!"
What's with the plate sizes? The plate is the exact size as Tom's hand.
Hmm... guess he wasn't that hungry for much carrot paste.
Meanwhile back at the Kinley condo...Elinor is about to blow a gasket as she needs her pillow fluffed, and WHERE is that blankety-blank "Beth" when you need her!!?
Is everyone in Charterstone required to own and display a 1950's set of gray encyclopedias?
My WV is "lointega fur". I just had to post that.
Is that a shoe on Beth's plate?
--Beagle Vet
I guess the carrots are dessert, if Tom is a good boy and eats that giant slug that's trying to crawl off his plate.
Wednesday:
Tom: And given that you're NOT a character in a romance novel (nor in a comic strip with a riveting plot), Beth, what else do you do?
Beth: "I'm really into getting new tattoos at the moment, I change my mom's bedpan daily, and I like to walk briskly through the mall before it opens. Oh, I also like to crochet. If I were in a You Tube video, I'd be skateboarding down a railing. If I were a groupie, I'd follow the Grateful Dead on Tour. if I had a hammer, I'd hammer the...."
Tom: "is that my smoke detector? We'd better evacuate! You go first!"
Moonlit walks on the beach, strumming a ukelele in a boat, and sitting by a fire, huh? I'll bet Tom has a raccoon coat and a megaphone, too. "Oh voh di doh doh..."
In the second panel, is Beth rising to her feet, or is Tom sliding off his chair? Not only that, the plant is attempting to assault Tom.
Strumming a ukelele?!? Are you kidding me?!? This whole story line is going from nauseating to well... MORE nauseating. And that's even not taking in account what they're trying to pass off as food for humans.
@KitKat-- you nailed it!!
Wait, I'm confused. Is the fire IN the boat? Not a good idea. Oh well, the ukelele was a deal-breaker, anyway. (KitKat, Yes! A definite 1920's vibe. Moy has been reading "Gatsby" in anticipation of the new movie.)
The thing on the plate is, I fear, a pancreas. Elinor's?
Are these two people the drippiest MW characters of all time, or have I blocked out all the others? Tom seems to be wilting in panel 2.
Even I -- an old person who hasn't been on anything resembling a date since the Reagan administration -- even I know this isn't how dating works.
Tiny Tom and his ukelele?
@Dave in Parma at 1:45 PM, Beth lacks the charisma of Miss Vicki.
Tom's wrist is a little too limp in the second panel to be on a date with a woman. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Tom looks disturbingly like Matt Damon's character in a trailer I saw for the Liberace movie to air in a couple of weeks.
VW: ladbroke espfur
Liberace liked fur. The Damon character was a young lad. It all fits.
What I'd like to know is how Beth will act when she gets home. Presumably, she and Elinor eat all their meals together. So when Beth gets back reeking of fried pancreas and mushy carrots, will her excuse of "no appetite" fly? I rather doubt it. You have to get up pretty early in the morning to pull one over on crusty old Elinor.
Oh, hey. Gatsby was way cooler than some yahoo who sits around in a rodent coat vamping into a megaphone.
Beth should be so lucky to hook up with a Gatsby.
She could be dancing at his wild parties, drinking expensive booze, and having whatever she wanted. Sigh. Glam days.
I think Elinor has fallen, and she can't get up- Or at least, she'll make it look that way. Beth's cell phone will ring, she'll ignore it, and after her romantic dinner with Tom, she'll return home to find Elinor sprawled out in the apartment, moaning ''I TOLD you I was sick!'' Beth will feel tremendous guilt, and break things off with Tom, to care for poor invalid Elinor. Their breakup will be short lived however, when Mary, out weeding her garden, spies Elinor doing The 30 Day Shred Workout through her bedroom window.
And still Tom has not said, "Hey, I called you last week and left a message with your mom. Did she tell you?" Oh, I miss Dawn, and that's saying something because I disliked Dawn very much.
wv- Grand eloptyu. Elope, yes, please.
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