I can only think of one thing...
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
From outside the door: "Mary's Muffins is nothing without me! I'm the only reason you'll be giving out free samples on Saturday! If it weren't for me, your only customer would be Wilbur Weston! How do you plan to bake millions of muffins, and still have time to do all the marketing? Huh? How? Tell me that, baby. Now let me back in and we'll discuss roadside signage. Hello? Baby? ... Are you still there? Hello?"
Monday, February 26, 2018
I for one am sad to see that Ted has dropped his head muffin as unceremoniously as the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette dropped Mary Worth from its print pages over the weekend. What a tragic loss. Ten year's ago, this site helped to save Mary Worth in Pittsburgh, but now, without consulting us, The PPG has decided that no one needs a good laugh anymore in Steel City.
Sunday, February 25, 2018
For those of you who think nothing ever happens in the Sunday strip, hold on to your skullcap because your mind is about to explode.
First, Karen Moy googled "Self-Defense Quotes" to great results.
Of course, Connor McGregor is a mixed martial arts champion (the term "art" being applied very liberally here). And as we're about to see, even gray-haired old ladies can learn a thing or two from watching Fight Network, for those times when they have to fight off hormone-infused turtleneck wearing septuagenarians.
Oh no! What a horrible position to be in! Especially with her rheumatoid arthritis. But wait!
After a well-earned slap, Ted Miller finds himself fighting against Mary's powerful mind control as she telekinetically pushes Ted to the floor.
Where he lands...
...With a muffin on the top of his head!
Ha ha ha ha ha! Sexual assualt is so funny!
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Friday, February 23, 2018
Ted ought to go into business with Dawn. She'll go out with anyone.
As several have already pointed out, we should never forget that this strip is being written by someone who thought it was perfectly legitimate for an undergrad coed to go over to her male professor's house to practice yoga with him. I'd like to believe that that storyline was the tipping point for the #metoo movement. This is the second attempt since then to take an opposite viewpoint. But I demand at least 27 more stories about women being harassed before we forgive Karen Moy for Harlan Jones.
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
I'm not that bright, so it is difficult for even this strip to insult my intelligence. But when it does, I tend to get a little worked up. Why in the world would a grocery store allow someone to do this? What's their cut? It's not like they're doing it for charity, like letting the Girl Scouts sell cookies out front. It isn't like they've contracted with a temp agency to provide minimum-wage workers to hand out a chip with some salsa on it to Costco shoppers. This is about undermining sales in their bakery department. And it makes no logical sense.
Usually, I can make it to about June before I invoke my first logical fallacy penalty, but this year I'm calling it in early.
Monday, February 19, 2018
Friday, February 16, 2018
Thursday, February 15, 2018
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Monday, February 12, 2018
"Okay. How much cash will I have to risk? How much cash will you be investing? What is your personal debt load? What is your personal credit rating? What is the level of success for new food products? What is the level of success for new food distribution companies? How many initial employees will we need to hire? What equipment will we need to purchase? Where will our production kitchen be located? Will we outsource our human resource department, or manage it in-house? Internet sales? Have you ever managed a company before? Have you ever started a company before? What licenses will be required to sell food to the public? These, of course, are just off the top of my head. I'll have hundreds of more questions when I call you. I'll talk to you later."
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Friday, February 9, 2018
Thursday, February 8, 2018
Boy, I wish someone like Ted had taken me aside and told me about the perils of fame before I started this blog. Fame is arguably the biggest burden of blogging about Mary Worth as you can imagine. People interrupting my dinner at restaurants to tell me how awesome I am, flirty emails from readers, constant telephone calls from the media... The real danger is that I let it go to my head. Fortunately, I'm so humble that I can handle it.
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Ted's door approach seems a little pushy. What was he selling in his former sales career? Magazines?
The reason I ask is that back when Mrs. Wanders and I were first married, she was in our apartment when two guys in their late teens or twenties knocked on the door. When she answered, the bigger of the two guys explained that they were selling magazines. He asked, "Are you a model?" perhaps to interest her in a fashion magazine. Then he asked, "Is that your Porsche in the parking lot?" perhaps to interest her in an automotive magazine. She said she wasn't interested and they desperately explained that if they could sell just two more subscriptions, they'd earn a trip to Disney World, perhaps because they knew she wanted them to be that far away. She finally got rid of them and a few minutes later I came home. She told me about the encounter, and I went back in the hallway and found them on the floor below knocking on doors. I said, "Hey! What do you mean coming around here asking my wife if she's a model?" At that point, the little guy ran out of the building, and the bigger guy started to say something, but he only got four words in before I started walking toward him, "There is no soliciting in this building." He left, too.
To this day, my wife cringes every time I ask her if she's a model, or it that's her Porsche in the driveway. Which I do a lot.
Monday, February 5, 2018
Friday, February 2, 2018
The money Paul Newman made selling salad dressing was attractive because he gave it all to charity, dimwit. Also, it wasn't just his money that was attractive. His steel blue eyes and smirky good looks made him box office gold even after his death in 2008. Putting Mary's face on the polypropylene wrapper of a moldering muffin isn't going to do much good in the world, no matter who draws her, or who profanes her name.