The Comics Curmudgeon pointed out, many years ago, that Aldo Kelrast (of beloved memory)'s last name was an anagram for 'Stalker'. Hanna Dingdon's name is an anagram for 'nodding'. Which is what we'll all be doing by the conclusion of this exciting story arc.
Again with the "I'm content here" business. So far, 2 out of 2 Somerset residents sound like they've been given programmed responses like robots. Oh wait... I just remembered that ALL of the characters in this strip ALWAYS sound like that.
And another thing. Hanna sure is forward with Sean for a person who can't stand up to her own daughter.
Who died and put Sean of the Nearly Dead in charge of this place? Should a random resident be in charge of advising prospective clients? Did the administrator of this place drink too much of the “contentment water?” I’m beginning to believe that Sean doesn’t really live there. Like Mary and Hannah, he just wandered in from the street. He’s a lonely old widower (this much is probably true) in search of human contact – and someone to trim his impressive nose hair!
Sean of the Nearly Dead. Thanks, Shmoopie. Perhaps you'd like to come over and help me clean the keyboard I just spit-took my coffee all over. I tell you, every time Crankshaft and Funky Winkerbean convince me that wordplay is either dead or ought to be, I come to this site and find it gloriously alive!
How embarrassing! Hanna has stepped into the janitor's closet, thinking it's the transporter-thingy. Won't the residents have a good laugh over that at dinner!
A three-year waiting list for a seniors community seems strange...don't the any of the contented ever die? (Brenda excepted, of course.)
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Well, you have to admit, they sure have a great hair salon at Summerset.
The Comics Curmudgeon pointed out, many years ago, that Aldo Kelrast (of beloved memory)'s last name was an anagram for 'Stalker'. Hanna Dingdon's name is an anagram for 'nodding'. Which is what we'll all be doing by the conclusion of this exciting story arc.
I hope, after her three-day conversation with Sean, that Hanna remembers Felicia's apartment number, so that she can catch up with Mary. I don't.
Again with the "I'm content here" business. So far, 2 out of 2 Somerset residents sound like they've been given programmed responses like robots. Oh wait... I just remembered that ALL of the characters in this strip ALWAYS sound like that.
And another thing. Hanna sure is forward with Sean for a person who can't stand up to her own daughter.
It may be Somerset now, but Winterset is coming.
By which I mean someone is going to be decapitated.
Now is the Winterset of our discontent made glorious Somerset by this Sean of Worth...
The sedatives that are pumped into the water supply at Somerset ensures that all the residents are always content.
So to get yourself on the Somerset waiting list all you have to do is write your name on a sign-up sheet posted on the bulletin board?
Oh, @Anonymous 9:19, keep up with comments like that, and I could learn to Love You.
Nance, I agree about Anonymous. Brilliant!
Gotta agree with Nance and Yahoonski's. It's always timely to be reminded of Good King Richard. (He was innocent, framed by the Tudors!)
Dingdon is tickled by Sean's nose hair moustache! Are we sure that isn't Stan Lee?
Nothing can change the shape of things to come at Somerset:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wRNKmje-Abs
Featuring Shelley Winters as Mary:
"I'm Aryan! I mean, I'm young!"
Also, that pink sofa has been stalking them all week.
Who died and put Sean of the Nearly Dead in charge of this place? Should a random resident be in charge of advising prospective clients? Did the administrator of this place drink too much of the “contentment water?” I’m beginning to believe that Sean doesn’t really live there. Like Mary and Hannah, he just wandered in from the street. He’s a lonely old widower (this much is probably true) in search of human contact – and someone to trim his impressive nose hair!
Sean of the Nearly Dead. Thanks, Shmoopie. Perhaps you'd like to come over and help me clean the keyboard I just spit-took my coffee all over. I tell you, every time Crankshaft and Funky Winkerbean convince me that wordplay is either dead or ought to be, I come to this site and find it gloriously alive!
How embarrassing! Hanna has stepped into the janitor's closet, thinking it's the transporter-thingy. Won't the residents have a good laugh over that at dinner!
A three-year waiting list for a seniors community seems strange...don't the any of the contented ever die? (Brenda excepted, of course.)
It occurs to me that Sean said he "lost" Brenda. Maybe Brenda faked her death and escaped from Somerset. Too much contentment, you know.
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