Does anybody else think Ned's ringtone is incredibly square? What a dweeb.
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Ah, today's "effort" is another filler that does nothing other than satisfy Moy's contractual obligation to provide a strip for today. It advances the plot not one bit and says nothing. It's like stealing. Must be nice.
Anyway, in every doctor's office I've ever been in, they have hired people -- like Dawn -- to answer the phones. Doctors don't take their own calls.
So many red flags are being waved, Ferdinand the Bull would collapse with the strain of trying to run after all of them. Dawn just thinks it's part of dating a doctor.
Time for the reappearance of Jared, or Sue, or that other doctor, or patients, or someone, anyone.
Nance, I never expected that title for today's haiku but it is perfect - just perfect.
Dawn is so clueless. She never stops to wonder why an educated doctor would ever be interested in a vapid, unmotivated perpetual student. Must be her intellect and riveting conversation!
That's Dr. Ned's "special" phone. That's where he gets calls that are...hmmm...personal? It's the modern day equivalent of the Little Black Book. Dawn is so inaccurately named, because nothing, however obvious, ever dawns on her. Now, if you'll excuse me, I want to check the options on my phone and see if there's a free ringtone that just goes "ring, ring".
I fully expect that Dawn will take Dr. Ned home with her, only to find out how nefarious he is and to need rescuing by (ta!dah!) Wilbur, returning from Antarctica! I notice my urge to predict the plot's future direction is directly proportional to how lame and incredible the current strip is. And fauxprof! Fabulous insight into Dawn's inaccurate name... Wonder what we could come up with for "Toby"...
You have it all wrong. Dawn is the predator. She is going to draw the good doctor in and sue him for sexual harassment. No, I don't really think so either.
It looks like Dawn is wearing some sort of sexy leather number with only semi-strategically placed horizontal straps on the top. Try as I might, I could see no discernible neckline. It looks...NON-FAMILY FRIENDLY.
I can only think Jared will be Disappointed In Her.
So, yeah, the doctors I know use their cell phones for personal calls. So, yeah, I guess Moy wants to hammer the point home. Dr. McCreepy is either not divorced, involved another way, or keeping a large playing field. If only Dawn had listened to Jared...but then I wouldn't be enjoying this as much either.
'Hello, Dr Ned speaking. Yes, my lovely, I was expecting your call! Are we still on for tonight at La Grenouille d'Amour? We can go experience both coasts afterwards, if ya know what I'm sayin..'
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Ah, today's "effort" is another filler that does nothing other than satisfy Moy's contractual obligation to provide a strip for today. It advances the plot not one bit and says nothing. It's like stealing. Must be nice.
Anyway, in every doctor's office I've ever been in, they have hired people -- like Dawn -- to answer the phones. Doctors don't take their own calls.
SIGH!
-- Scottie McW.
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled "I Hope That Call Is The Fashion Police Because Dawn Is Dressed Like A Stripper Who Keeps A Jacket At The Office".
Dawn...
[RING RING]
Expecting! Excuse me!
Of course,
(Catch up. Sigh)
So many red flags are being waved, Ferdinand the Bull would collapse with the strain of trying to run after all of them. Dawn just thinks it's part of dating a doctor.
Time for the reappearance of Jared, or Sue, or that other doctor, or patients, or someone, anyone.
Nance, I never expected that title for today's haiku but it is perfect - just perfect.
Dawn is so clueless. She never stops to wonder why an educated doctor would ever be interested in a vapid, unmotivated perpetual student. Must be her intellect and riveting conversation!
That's Dr. Ned's "special" phone. That's where he gets calls that are...hmmm...personal? It's the modern day equivalent of the Little Black Book. Dawn is so inaccurately named, because nothing, however obvious, ever dawns on her. Now, if you'll excuse me, I want to check the options on my phone and see if there's a free ringtone that just goes "ring, ring".
"You're Schmoopy, No you're Schmoopy" Day #Umpteen and counting.
Dawn is wearing a tube top? How 70's.
I fully expect that Dawn will take Dr. Ned home with her, only to find out how nefarious he is and to need rescuing by (ta!dah!) Wilbur, returning from Antarctica! I notice my urge to predict the plot's future direction is directly proportional to how lame and incredible the current strip is. And fauxprof! Fabulous insight into Dawn's inaccurate name... Wonder what we could come up with for "Toby"...
You have it all wrong. Dawn is the predator. She is going to draw the good doctor in and sue him for sexual harassment. No, I don't really think so either.
@Nance, that haiku title may be your best yet.
I see that Dr. Ned is one of those guys with a long pointed thumbnail.
@Peggy Olsen, @Sandi Ego, @r u ok?--
It looks like Dawn is wearing some sort of sexy leather number with only semi-strategically placed horizontal straps on the top. Try as I might, I could see no discernible neckline. It looks...NON-FAMILY FRIENDLY.
I can only think Jared will be Disappointed In Her.
@Nance, your haiku title nearly made me spit water all over my laptop screen. Nicely done. :-)
@Gina--Thank you so much. I do try.
So, yeah, the doctors I know use their cell phones for personal calls. So, yeah, I guess Moy wants to hammer the point home. Dr. McCreepy is either not divorced, involved another way, or keeping a large playing field. If only Dawn had listened to Jared...but then I wouldn't be enjoying this as much either.
'Hello, Dr Ned speaking. Yes, my lovely, I was expecting your call! Are we still on for tonight at La Grenouille d'Amour? We can go experience both coasts afterwards, if ya know what I'm sayin..'
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