In panel one, Dawn looks like one of those awful 19th century caricatures of the Irish, the ones that made them look like monkeys. Actually, she gets uglier every day, and in different ways. Poor Uncle Joe must really hate drawing this character.
At least he's making it fun for us. There's sure nothing to work with when to try to satirize the script.
I'm still searching for my calling in life. My dad thought I'd find it in Rome, but I spent the time moping. I thought I'd find it in college, but I never go to class. Mary thought I'd find it by volunteering at the hospital, but I spent my time sitting on a bench.
Dawn: You're not much older than me, but you know. Jim: I've known since I was little that I wanted to teach. The more you live life, the more you'll understand yourself.
Why are they alternately going to opposite edges of the bench and then sliding really close for the "life-advice punch-line"? It's been recurring and I'm wondering if bench-sliding will be a new feature or if it's just a tech test.
I'm patiently waiting for the return of Brownie, the wise Hobo- who will come strolling by, and give his blessing to the two lovebirds, then ask if they want that empty Pepsi can that's under the bench.
Golly wow, what a colorful kitchen the Westons have! And, GREEN (not pink) drapes, with nary a gray-covered book in view. Contrast that with the ghostly white pie (there's ectoplasm emanating from it, too).
Mary's dress is circa 1967. Time for a shopping excursion to Marcy's.
"Jim is amazing! He can pin a sleeve neatly using only one hand!"
A simple edit in panel two would really serve to move the story along. Just cut out Dawn's last two words--"therapy there", and we have Jim getting physical. MUCH better.
(Something's making Dawn feel more upbeat, in any event. She's changed the kitchen curtains--green instead of pink. Now if she just stops wearing purple, that will mean real progress.)
By the way, those curtains don't go very well with the countertops. (Really? Spell check doesn't like "countertops"?) My anti-robot word is "urknth", as in, we're forced to look at unappealing food for the urknth time.
Secondary thought: is the emanation from Mary 's pie aroma or heat? If it's aroma, given Mrs. Worth's cooking prowess, Dawn should be making an "urknth" face. (Thanks, Thorp.). If it's heat, then I don't think a napkin is adequate insulation.
Is Mary in charge of Dawn or something? Available for what? Counseling? Supervising her volunteer work? Just General Meddling?
Dawn is so pathetic. She obviously needs a man for validation. She couldn't Go On without Dave and she wasn't fully on board with volunteering until she met Jim.
Wilbur needs to do some work beyond Travel and Menu Planning.
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear what you have to say about Mary Worth. Just keep it clean, that's all I ask. This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. I don't want to moderate comments, but I will if I have to.
What is with Dawn's face in the first picture? Is she turning into an ape?
ReplyDeleteI, for one, really really really want at least two more weeks of these two. Can't get enough!
ReplyDeleteIn panel one, Dawn looks like one of those awful 19th century caricatures of the Irish, the ones that made them look like monkeys. Actually, she gets uglier every day, and in different ways. Poor Uncle Joe must really hate drawing this character.
ReplyDeleteAt least he's making it fun for us. There's sure nothing to work with when to try to satirize the script.
Oops. Let's try that again. There's sure nothing to work with when I try to satirize the strip.
ReplyDeleteIt's early, and I'm old.
The thing that will grab hold of Dawn and not let go certainly doesn't seem to be any kind of actual work.
ReplyDeleteI'm still searching for my calling in life. My dad thought I'd find it in Rome, but I spent the time moping. I thought I'd find it in college, but I never go to class. Mary thought I'd find it by volunteering at the hospital, but I spent my time sitting on a bench.
ReplyDeleteSomeday, I'll find my calling.
LOL, Paul! Terrific.
ReplyDeleteCan someone explain the Logic of Panel Two to me?
Dawn: You're not much older than me, but you know.
Jim: I've known since I was little that I wanted to teach. The more you live life, the more you'll understand yourself.
Okay, what now?
I think Moy has modeled Dawn after herself.
Why are they alternately going to opposite edges of the bench and then sliding really close for the "life-advice punch-line"? It's been recurring and I'm wondering if bench-sliding will be a new feature or if it's just a tech test.
ReplyDeleteLet's all hope that someday Uncle Joy and Karen Moy find THEIR calling in life.
ReplyDelete"If I find my calling I would wrap my arms around it and give it a big hug. Then I would clap my hands, and maybe even do a handstand."
ReplyDeleteTact does not seem to be Dawn's calling.
SNORK. Good one, Happy Hobo.
ReplyDeleteI know that there is a one hand clapping joke in there somewhere but I can't find it.
ReplyDeleteI'm patiently waiting for the return of Brownie, the wise Hobo- who will come strolling by, and give his blessing to the two lovebirds, then ask if they want that empty Pepsi can that's under the bench.
ReplyDeleteThe Happy Hobo collected ketchup and shampoo - not empty Pepsi cans.
ReplyDeleteThe cabinetry perspectives are dizzying on Thursday!
ReplyDeleteI love the strip "bio" linked to the 'today's strip' link. To much easy material there.
Yeah... volunteering at the hospital is GREAT not because she can be helpful but because it's become her opportunity to meet eligible men to date.
ReplyDeleteThe egocentricity of this purple-clad creature with the helmet hair and frequently morphing face is mind-boggling!
Golly wow, what a colorful kitchen the Westons have! And, GREEN (not pink) drapes, with nary a gray-covered book in view. Contrast that with the ghostly white pie (there's ectoplasm emanating from it, too).
ReplyDeleteMary's dress is circa 1967. Time for a shopping excursion to Marcy's.
"Jim is amazing! He can pin a sleeve neatly using only one hand!"
A simple edit in panel two would really serve to move the story along. Just cut out Dawn's last two words--"therapy there", and we have Jim getting physical. MUCH better.
ReplyDelete(Something's making Dawn feel more upbeat, in any event. She's changed the kitchen curtains--green instead of pink. Now if she just stops wearing purple, that will mean real progress.)
Dawn may still be young, but we're all getting old as this story never ends.
ReplyDeleteDawn continues... "OH, AND I PUSHED A CART FULL OF BOOKS UP AND DOWN THE HALLWAYS FOR AWHILE!"
ReplyDeleteBy the way, those curtains don't go very well with the countertops.
ReplyDelete(Really? Spell check doesn't like "countertops"?)
My anti-robot word is "urknth", as in, we're forced to look at unappealing food for the urknth time.
Secondary thought: is the emanation from Mary 's pie aroma or heat? If it's aroma, given Mrs. Worth's cooking prowess, Dawn should be making an "urknth" face. (Thanks, Thorp.). If it's heat, then I don't think a napkin is adequate insulation.
ReplyDeleteLet's just say Mary's pie emanates an aura.
ReplyDeleteRE: Thursday
ReplyDeleteIs Mary in charge of Dawn or something? Available for what? Counseling? Supervising her volunteer work? Just General Meddling?
Dawn is so pathetic. She obviously needs a man for validation. She couldn't Go On without Dave and she wasn't fully on board with volunteering until she met Jim.
Wilbur needs to do some work beyond Travel and Menu Planning.