Oh those spontaneous invitations... always bringing people home for dinner... it happens all the time! It's a wonder Toby has made ANY clay animals, let alone an entire room full. How's a person to get any "work" done at all?
"This is SO inconsiderate of him! I have half a mind to run him down in the Charterstone parking lot!"
I hope Toby is driving to a store in the tough part of town, where Richie got shot on the corner. (Ah, those were the days in the Worthiverse!) She's probably going to Dill's Dainty Delights, proprietor John Dill, former student of Chef Pierre of New York City.
All we've seen of Toby in many months are brief glimpses of her poolside with Mary, sipping lemonade (wink-wink, nudge-nudge). Now we are being made aware of the dark undercurrents of the Toby/Ian relationship. The tortured, frustrated artist, chafing under the restraints...oh, fiddle, just KM trying to do something with her stock characters that might generate a plot. Stay tuned.
This storyline reminds of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?".
Martha: Oh-ho, you pig. George: Oink, oink. Martha: Fix me another drink… lover. George: My God, you can swill it down, can't you? Martha: Well, I'm thirsty. George: Oh, Jesus. Martha: Look, sweetheart, I can drink you under any goddamn table you want, so don't worry about me. George: I gave you the prize years ago, Martha. There isn't an abomination award going that you haven't won. Martha: I swear to God George, if you even existed I'd divorce you.
Toby's so angry that she's spontaneously generated a black beret on her head in panel 2. A little like having a black cloud over one's head, but snazzier.
What does angry Toby buy at "Store" for dinner? We could see a lesson in passive-aggressive behavior here - could be fun. Frozen pizza? Lean Cuisine spaghetti? Hot dogs? So many options . . .
Since Hilton, being the University Director, is likely to have the occasional unexpected guest, he should be aware that no restaurant delivers to Charterstone. I hope this comes up in the (hopefully tense) dinner conversation or at some point before he makes plans to move in.
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"This is SO inconsiderate of him! I have half a mind to run him down in the Charterstone parking lot!"
I hope Toby is driving to a store in the tough part of town, where Richie got shot on the corner. (Ah, those were the days in the Worthiverse!) She's probably going to Dill's Dainty Delights, proprietor John Dill, former student of Chef Pierre of New York City.
All we've seen of Toby in many months are brief glimpses of her poolside with Mary, sipping lemonade (wink-wink, nudge-nudge). Now we are being made aware of the dark undercurrents of the Toby/Ian relationship. The tortured, frustrated artist, chafing under the restraints...oh, fiddle, just KM trying to do something with her stock characters that might generate a plot. Stay tuned.
This storyline reminds of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?".
Martha: Oh-ho, you pig.
George: Oink, oink.
Martha: Fix me another drink… lover.
George: My God, you can swill it down, can't you?
Martha: Well, I'm thirsty.
George: Oh, Jesus.
Martha: Look, sweetheart, I can drink you under any goddamn table you want, so don't worry about me.
George: I gave you the prize years ago, Martha. There isn't an abomination award going that you haven't won.
Martha: I swear to God George, if you even existed I'd divorce you.
Toby's so angry that she's spontaneously generated a black beret on her head in panel 2. A little like having a black cloud over one's head, but snazzier.
Uh oh - distracted driving! Nothing good can come of this.
What does angry Toby buy at "Store" for dinner? We could see a lesson in passive-aggressive behavior here - could be fun. Frozen pizza? Lean Cuisine spaghetti? Hot dogs? So many options . . .
Toby, the loving help mate, goes shopping.
Today's strip features not just ONE but two, count 'em, TWO SERIOUS CRIMPS!!!
carlnepa - love your comment! Poor Hilton has no idea what's waiting for him...
Since Hilton, being the University Director, is likely to have the occasional unexpected guest, he should be aware that no restaurant delivers to Charterstone. I hope this comes up in the (hopefully tense) dinner conversation or at some point before he makes plans to move in.
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