I was especially charmed by Panel One today, wherein "Dawn reveals more about her new friend" and says she "sometimes forget(s) Jim's missing arm" due to his "accepting attitude" which she terms a "revelation" to her.
Holy crap. How much time did they spend together? Two hours? Talk about attachment issues. The furthest they were apart was about three feet, and what was he so accepting of? HIS MISSING ARM. No wonder it's taking her so long to get through college.
Good call on the coffee-mug-shaped prosthesis by @fauxprof at 8:35 AM. Mary seems to be cradling one in the first panel. What was IN that pie, for Pete's sake??
Because the Worthiverse space-time continuum is so fluid, we have no way of knowing how much time Dawn and Jim have spent together. We might think last week's loopy conversation in the cafeteria was the extent of their interaction, but Dawn may have been ignoring other patients for weeks while stalking Jim.
Argh, a purple-clad Dawn sitting on a yellow sofa with an orange & black pillow behind her back is too much for me.
Saturday: Dave didn't move on Dawn; he never knew you existed.
Sunday: Do rooms with a view of the bamboo fence that blocks the view of all the diversity outside Charterstone at the Leaning Tower of Santa Royale cost extra?
Monday: Studio 54 wants it's couch and pillows back. (and great comment Meg (et al); rimshot worthy!)
Oh Maude Finley, very sly. I hope everyone here remembers that Def Leppard's drummer had his arm amputated (after a car accident?)so this was a particularly brilliant comment.
Dawn's "Maybe I can help him" is scarily close to that co-dependent phrase "maybe I can change him." This is as unhealthy as her Game of Thrones "reminds me of Dave" binge.
The death throes of a Mary Worth storyline are always the most painful. It feels like we've been stuck in it forever, that it will never end, and we long for previous storylines that we forget were just as agonizing. There must be a clinical name for this syndrome. Kind of the Mary Worth equivalent of the Stockholm Syndrome.
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Great, Dawn! Maybe you can give him a hand.
Awesome, Meg.
I'm sure he'll be disarmed by Dawn's offer of help. Oh, wait....never mind.
First date idea: a casino with slots, aka one armed bandits.
Dawn: "Gee, Mary, as the 'unofficial manager' of the Charterstone Comples, maybe you can find a part-time job for Jim."
Mary: "As a matter of fact, Dawn, I would like some new wallpaper in my bedroom. Perhaps Jim could hang it for me."
Wow, Meg. Let's give HER a hand, everybody.
I was especially charmed by Panel One today, wherein "Dawn reveals more about her new friend" and says she "sometimes forget(s) Jim's missing arm" due to his "accepting attitude" which she terms a "revelation" to her.
Holy crap. How much time did they spend together? Two hours? Talk about attachment issues. The furthest they were apart was about three feet, and what was he so accepting of? HIS MISSING ARM. No wonder it's taking her so long to get through college.
Maybe Dawn has already given Jim a hand. At least, her own seems to have been replaced by a coffee cup shaped prosthesis.
Good call on the coffee-mug-shaped prosthesis by @fauxprof at 8:35 AM. Mary seems to be cradling one in the first panel. What was IN that pie, for Pete's sake??
Because the Worthiverse space-time continuum is so fluid, we have no way of knowing how much time Dawn and Jim have spent together. We might think last week's loopy conversation in the cafeteria was the extent of their interaction, but Dawn may have been ignoring other patients for weeks while stalking Jim.
Argh, a purple-clad Dawn sitting on a yellow sofa with an orange & black pillow behind her back is too much for me.
This is the second time in three days that the walls have magically changed colors from black to green!
That apartment complex is sure spooky. Too bad Dawn is always in purple--no change there.
''Hey Jim, I have two tickets to the Def Leppard concert! Please say yes, these tickets cost me an ar.... I mean, a fortune!''
A few days behind, and boy did I miss a lot:
Saturday: Dave didn't move on Dawn; he never knew you existed.
Sunday: Do rooms with a view of the bamboo fence that blocks the view of all the diversity outside Charterstone at the Leaning Tower of Santa Royale cost extra?
Monday: Studio 54 wants it's couch and pillows back. (and great comment Meg (et al); rimshot worthy!)
Oh Maude Finley, very sly. I hope everyone here remembers that Def Leppard's drummer had his arm amputated (after a car accident?)so this was a particularly brilliant comment.
Dawn's "Maybe I can help him" is scarily close to that co-dependent phrase "maybe I can change him." This is as unhealthy as her Game of Thrones "reminds me of Dave" binge.
The death throes of a Mary Worth storyline are always the most painful. It feels like we've been stuck in it forever, that it will never end, and we long for previous storylines that we forget were just as agonizing. There must be a clinical name for this syndrome. Kind of the Mary Worth equivalent of the Stockholm Syndrome.
For Moy this is creative writing. It won't be getting better.
Right. It's amazing that we keep on reading Mary Worth.
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