And what decade is this storyline from, the fifties? Maybe the sixties--I think I saw it maybe eleventy times on Bewitched. Darren unexpectedly brings home Larry Tate and/or a client for dinner and Samantha is involved in some sort of crisis involving her magic powers. Sub in "Toby" for Samantha and "horrible artwork" for magic powers and ... well, you know.
A gallery show of gray, air-dried animal figurines? The "gallery" is probably a card table at the Somerset Retirement Home craft fair. Toby's work will have to compete with little Gordy's macaroni collages.
A refreshingly different aspect of this plot for me is that there is finally a character with whom I can sympathize, namely Toby and her totally understandable annoyance at the inconsiderate demands of the overbearing lunkhead she's married to. Think what you will of her art and her status as a trophy wife, does she not still have a right to pursue her own interests? In any case, I'm rooting for her to be strong and force Ian to reconsider his ill-conceived plan, and there is the difference. I don't think any of us were rooting for either Terry or Adam to do anything but quickly conclude their courtship and get out of our faces. Go Toby!
Gosh, I hope the new university director doesn't accidentally brush against Toby's clay menagerie, knocking the clay unicorn to the floor and breaking off its horn. Wait a minute....I hope he does!
@Nance at 8:35 a.m., I love your "Bewitched" comparison. It would be boffo if Toby's evil twin, Serena, materialized at dinner. She would look exactly like a brunette Toby. Maybe Nola Wolvenson can be brought back from Worthiverse oblivion to play the role (evil Nola, not boring reformed Nola).
Ian has poor communication skills for such a lauded professor. He is so intimidated by this new Director of Nothing that he can't figure out a way to say, "Hilton, Toby says she can't wait to have you over, but the house is a bit chaotic right now. Let's go to dinner at the Marina Royale, and then you can meet Toby at her big Gallery Show next week!"
Ian will be sleeping on the couch tonight, for sure. However, since he's been wearing a jacket made of upholstery fabric for ages, he'll feel right at home.
Ian and Toby should also invite Adam and Terry over for dinner. One, the more the merrier, and two, A&T can show I&T what a great team they are. I&T will realize the error of their respective ways, learn karate, apply for guns permits, join the vigilante life style and live much happily ever after (ballooning included).
.....but what role could we assign Mary in such a fine scheme?
Ricky: Ay yi yi yi! My boss at the club is coming over for dinner, and Lucy refuses to cook! What am I gon'do, Fred?
Lucy: WAAAAAAH! Ricky's boss is coming for dinner, what am I gonna do, Ethel?
Fred: Don't worry, Ricky, I'll pick up some corned beef and Cabbage at Muldoon's Deli and put it on china plates. Your boss will never know the difference.
Ethel: Don't worry, Lucy, I'll cook up some of my Mertz special lasagna and bring it over to your apartment.
Ricky: Great! What would I do without you, Fred?
Lucy: You've saved my life, Ethel!
Later that night as the platesful of corned beef and lasagna are cleared from the table:
Ricky's boss: Gotta go, thanks a lot, can I use your bathroom before I leave?
Saturday's comments were inspired - huzzah to everyone!
Any gallery that would accept Toby's menagerie of gray clay animals must be worth (no pun intended) seeing, so I hope Moy writes it in. I picture the curator as a John Dill type.
Ian should turn his nameplate around so he doesn't forget who he is.
Ian has a big office with a huge window! I've known tenured full professors who never reached that height. I don't know why he's worried about his "position", and feels the need to suck up to Hilton. Sunday's strip also reveals the mystery animal figurine to be, indeed, a bear. But that other horse looks really mean and dangerous. So, understandably, does Toby.
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I think Ian should just order in some sushi. It would certainly be entertaining to see Uncle Joe's artwork. He might even draw some green fish! Yummy.
A Gallery Show? Of clay animals? Good heavens.
And what decade is this storyline from, the fifties? Maybe the sixties--I think I saw it maybe eleventy times on Bewitched. Darren unexpectedly brings home Larry Tate and/or a client for dinner and Samantha is involved in some sort of crisis involving her magic powers. Sub in "Toby" for Samantha and "horrible artwork" for magic powers and ... well, you know.
A gallery show of gray, air-dried animal figurines? The "gallery" is probably a card table at the Somerset Retirement Home craft fair. Toby's work will have to compete with little Gordy's macaroni collages.
A refreshingly different aspect of this plot for me is that there is finally a character with whom I can sympathize, namely Toby and her totally understandable annoyance at the inconsiderate demands of the overbearing lunkhead she's married to. Think what you will of her art and her status as a trophy wife, does she not still have a right to pursue her own interests? In any case, I'm rooting for her to be strong and force Ian to reconsider his ill-conceived plan, and there is the difference. I don't think any of us were rooting for either Terry or Adam to do anything but quickly conclude their courtship and get out of our faces. Go Toby!
Gosh, I hope the new university director doesn't accidentally brush against Toby's clay
menagerie, knocking the clay unicorn to the floor and breaking off its horn. Wait a minute....I hope he does!
@Nance at 8:35 a.m., I love your "Bewitched" comparison. It would be boffo if Toby's evil twin, Serena, materialized at dinner. She would look exactly like a brunette Toby. Maybe Nola Wolvenson can be brought back from Worthiverse oblivion to play the role (evil Nola, not boring reformed Nola).
Ian has poor communication skills for such a lauded professor. He is so intimidated by this new Director of Nothing that he can't figure out a way to say, "Hilton, Toby says she can't wait to have you over, but the house is a bit chaotic right now. Let's go to dinner at the Marina Royale, and then you can meet Toby at her big Gallery Show next week!"
Ian will be sleeping on the couch tonight, for sure. However, since he's been wearing a jacket made of upholstery fabric for ages, he'll feel right at home.
Ian and Toby should also invite Adam and Terry over for dinner. One, the more the merrier, and two, A&T can show I&T what a great team they are. I&T will realize the error of their respective ways, learn karate, apply for guns permits, join the vigilante life style and live much happily ever after (ballooning included).
.....but what role could we assign Mary in such a fine scheme?
Ricky: Ay yi yi yi! My boss at the club is coming over for dinner, and Lucy refuses to cook! What am I gon'do, Fred?
Lucy: WAAAAAAH! Ricky's boss is coming for dinner, what am I gonna do, Ethel?
Fred: Don't worry, Ricky, I'll pick up some corned beef and Cabbage at Muldoon's Deli and put it on china plates. Your boss will never know the difference.
Ethel: Don't worry, Lucy, I'll cook up some of my Mertz special lasagna and bring it over to your apartment.
Ricky: Great! What would I do without you, Fred?
Lucy: You've saved my life, Ethel!
Later that night as the platesful of corned beef and lasagna are cleared from the table:
Ricky's boss: Gotta go, thanks a lot, can I use your bathroom before I leave?
Stupendous, everyone! You made my Saturday!!
Wanders, would you happen to have a link to the "Ian dumps his wife for Toby" storyline? Salacious reading indeed in the Worthiverse!
What are the chances Ian will find a miniature horse's head in his bed tomorrow morning?
Sunday
Saturday's comments were inspired - huzzah to everyone!
Any gallery that would accept Toby's menagerie of gray clay animals must be worth (no pun intended) seeing, so I hope Moy writes it in. I picture the curator as a John Dill type.
Ian should turn his nameplate around so he doesn't forget who he is.
Here's a thought, Ian. Get off that helpless, privileged duff of yours and fix dinner! Put some haggis and neeps on the boil and be done with it!
Ian has a big office with a huge window! I've known tenured full professors who never reached that height. I don't know why he's worried about his "position", and feels the need to suck up to Hilton. Sunday's strip also reveals the mystery animal figurine to be, indeed, a bear. But that other horse looks really mean and dangerous. So, understandably, does Toby.
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