The universe - she is judging it all, from the cup of hideously steaming liquid over which she so awkwardly crouches to the lowliest candystriper at Mountview to the slightest goings-on in the smallest village in Swaziland - Mary Worth is judging it all. But mostly she's still figuring out how to get the most meddling mileage of this news when she presents it Olive's unsuspecting parents...
Somehow this is going to segue to a "Dr. Drew's Complicated Love Life" storyline. Mary's sideways glance is definitely trained on Dr. Drew. I'd rank that higher than a "Mary and Jeff's Stalled-Out Romance" story, but below "Adrian and Scott Return from Their Honeymoon." (As far as we know, did they ever return?)
The guy in the HAZMAT suit has no eyes, Maybe he got lost on his way to "Litle Orphan Annie."
As she listens to Drew waxing philosophical, Mary is thinking, "Ha, speak for yourself, Dr. Grecian Formula Blue Highlights! Me prone to 'human weakness'? Bah!"
Again with the ubiquitous stethoscope necklaces. The medical staff must be required to wear them at all times, even in the cafeteria. If so, Drew is going to get written up for not wearing his. No "Employee of the Month" for him this month.
Sometimes I hold my coffee mug against my head when I have a headache. Looks like Dr. Drew might have a chin ache or perhaps suffering some TMJ. Mary should hold her coffee mug against her stiff neck. Feels so good... Two panels today - woo hoo!!
It is indeed shocking that an experienced doctor could be an addict, whereas the younger, inexperienced doctors are, as we all know, mostly high as kites all the time. And speaking of addictions, these two sure seem to be hunched protectively over their steaming caffeine delivery systems.
Mary Worth passed by me in the hallway at Charterstone this afternoon, and--I kid you not!--she was muttering, "Some more than others, I suppose, but certainly not ME--I am PERFECT!"
In today's strip, Mary needs a cigarette in her hand in panel 2. She needs to arrogantly fling an ash, make a rude Kahput comment, and then take a long drag on her cigarette. As she exhales the smoke, she will mutter, "Someone has to make this right" and then crush out the butt. (Foreshadowing her crushing of Dr. Kahput)
Mary Worth is like a bad highway accident--I want to avert my eyes but I have to look. Just when I think the writing couldn't get any more lame, preachy or derivative, Karen Moy astonishes me yet again. (She once had a character talk about "cohabitating" with her new love. It's as if Karen Moy is using a translation app to write it in humanspeak. The characters' expressions are straight out of the old matchbook "Draw Me" school. I recall the days when it was simply a bad soap opera. Now it isn't even a bad infomercial. Ordinarily I'd put my hand over it so I don't even read it by accident, but it is wildly effective as an appetite suppressant.
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The universe - she is judging it all, from the cup of hideously steaming liquid over which she so awkwardly crouches to the lowliest candystriper at Mountview to the slightest goings-on in the smallest village in Swaziland - Mary Worth is judging it all. But mostly she's still figuring out how to get the most meddling mileage of this news when she presents it Olive's unsuspecting parents...
Somehow this is going to segue to a "Dr. Drew's Complicated Love Life" storyline. Mary's sideways glance is definitely trained on Dr. Drew. I'd rank that higher than a "Mary and Jeff's Stalled-Out Romance" story, but below "Adrian and Scott Return from Their Honeymoon." (As far as we know, did they ever return?)
Muscato, when Mary informs Olive's parents, Ed will be shocked. "Heroin-addicted doctors! Why, you'd never see that in NYC!"
And yes, Mary is judging all of us. As she should.
Mary's coffee, unlike Drew's, has cooled dramatically between Panels 1 and 2. Or, Mary has inhaled the steam.
The guy in the HAZMAT suit has no eyes, Maybe he got lost on his way to "Litle Orphan Annie."
As she listens to Drew waxing philosophical, Mary is thinking, "Ha, speak for yourself, Dr. Grecian Formula Blue Highlights! Me prone to 'human weakness'? Bah!"
Panel one: again with the stethoscope!
Again with the ubiquitous stethoscope necklaces. The medical staff must be required to wear them at all times, even in the cafeteria. If so, Drew is going to get written up for not wearing his. No "Employee of the Month" for him this month.
Sometimes I hold my coffee mug against my head when I have a headache. Looks like Dr. Drew might have a chin ache or perhaps suffering some TMJ. Mary should hold her coffee mug against her stiff neck. Feels so good...
Two panels today - woo hoo!!
It is indeed shocking that an experienced doctor could be an addict, whereas the younger, inexperienced doctors are, as we all know, mostly high as kites all the time. And speaking of addictions, these two sure seem to be hunched protectively over their steaming caffeine delivery systems.
Human weakness is not an affliction with which Mary Worth is acquainted.
Maybe Mary is talking about herself. She looks like she REALLY NEEDS that cuppa joe.
I hope Mary's somewhat-cryptic remark is aimed at Dr. Drew and his two-timing ways. After all, once a cheater, alwas a cheater!
Mary Worth passed by me in the hallway at Charterstone this afternoon, and--I kid you not!--she was muttering, "Some more than others, I suppose, but certainly not ME--I am PERFECT!"
I made a quick exit to the pool.
Saturday
Mary is so worked up about Kapuht, I predict two possibilities:
1. Mary tells Drew about her heroin-addicted parents abandoning her on the mean streets of New York City in 1921.
2. Mary goes vigilante and stakes out Kapuht's house with an arsenal of weapons.
In today's strip, Mary needs a cigarette in her hand in panel 2. She needs to arrogantly fling an ash, make a rude Kahput comment, and then take a long drag on her cigarette. As she exhales the smoke, she will mutter, "Someone has to make this right" and then crush out the butt. (Foreshadowing her crushing of Dr. Kahput)
Mary Worth is like a bad highway accident--I want to avert my eyes but I have to look. Just when I think the writing couldn't get any more lame, preachy or derivative, Karen Moy astonishes me yet again. (She once had a character talk about "cohabitating" with her new love. It's as if Karen Moy is using a translation app to write it in humanspeak. The characters' expressions are straight out of the old matchbook "Draw Me" school. I recall the days when it was simply a bad soap opera. Now it isn't even a bad infomercial. Ordinarily I'd put my hand over it so I don't even read it by accident, but it is wildly effective as an appetite suppressant.
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