This plot line is already proving soporific. (“And that would be different from other plot lines how exactly?...”) I’m thinking I should really set up a GoFundMe page to bribe Karen to bring back Jannie.
There’s something wrong here. We’ve segued directly into a new story without a Mary victory lap over solving Ian and Toby’s problems—although they aren’t really solved and Mary did nothing. Still, we should have had a week or ten days of power walking and/or muffin klatching. I sense a disturbance in the Force.
"Who'd imagine the Internet as a gateway to love?"
I am completely mesmerized by that statement. I can't unthink it. It won't leave me alone. It's a nonmusical earworm.
Who would ever say such a thing? What kind of mind would formulate such a thought?
I'm going to roll with "simpleton," although perhaps Estelle has some sort of Polyanna fantasy complex that Moy will explore in serious depth as we move along." (Note that I did not write "going forward," a meaningless, useless stink bomb of a trendoid phrase that I despise with every cell in my body.)
@Scottie McW. at 10:32 a.m., I wager that Moy will exploit Estelle's Pollyanna complex rather than merely explore it. That's her default mode.
BTW, I share your antipathy for "going forward" - ugh!!! And while I'm griping, I recoil when people say "reach out" instead of "contact." Double ugh!!
@fauxprof—muffin klatching is my new favourite Mary Worth Thing. Heck, I might start referring to all homey advice-type chats as Muffin Klatching. Stellar!
I am trying to keep myself from googling ‘muffin klatching’; I’m terribly afraid it means something sketchy. ( No offense, fauxprof, it just sounds dicey.)
@meg, please, I am a sweet little old lady, and was positing a variation of coffee klatch. However, now that you mention it, I’m coming up with a number of non-family-friendly definitions of “muffin klatching”, which I don’t think I’ll share—being a sweet little old lady and all.
(1) Estelle’s nonstop parade of lovers from Match.com tests the patience of the entire condo community—but when Mary’s guest parking spot is taken by a Greek sailor stopping by for “lunch”, things get heated.
(2) After posting an ad on JDate.com, Estelle’s body parts are found, one by one, in various locales throughout Port Charleston—but when Mary finds Estelle’s mangled left foot in the communal laundry room, things get heated.
(3) Estelle enjoys pina coladas and getting caught in the rain—but when Dr. Jeff answers her Sassy Senior Swingers ad, things get heated.
I did actually look up 'muffin klatching' and found a lot of pictures of very yummy things to eat, and an actual restaurant in Los Angeles. So, I vote for keeping Fauxprof's term. No hidden risque meanings and it actually usefully describes many of Mary's meddling activities.
When I saw that ridiculous statement “gateway to love”, the song “Freeway of Love”, which hasn’t left my head since this morning.” (Thanks, KM.)
My prediction is Mary, not hearing from Estelle for a few days, let’s herself in the apartment (being the resident busybody, she has keys to all the apartments) and finds Estelle in her bathtub, which is full of her ice and missing a kidney and Libby munching on her arm.
"Hey, TimP. When you woke up this morning did you ever imagine that at some point during the day you would be pondering whether the phrase 'muffin klatching' was salacious?"
@Regina Wolfe-Parks: LOL! That's a less-than-cute vision of my darling Libby! (She's so adorable!)
I'm hoping that Estelle's dating adventure will bring Jannie back into our orbit. Maybe Estelle will date Jannie's single dad? Or maybe Estelle will steal Michael from English class away from his new girlfriend, while Jannie leans against a wall, vapes, mutters "&%$#@!" to herself, and then plots an elaborate, deliciously vicious revenge. This strip writes itself!
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This plot line is already proving soporific. (“And that would be different from other plot lines how exactly?...”) I’m thinking I should really set up a GoFundMe page to bribe Karen to bring back Jannie.
Jeez, Estelle, you need to temper your expectations. Your Gateway to Love won't exactly resemble the Freeway of Love.
I already found an old fashioned cook. Now where did I put the dutch oven?
Gateway to love, oh geez. NO ONE ever gets this worked up over online dating!
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"Will He Be The Apple Of Her Eye Or Some Heartless Mac Daddy?".
Nervous out! Handle?
After. Fine.
Lucky!
Glad romance! Gateway love?
There’s something wrong here. We’ve segued directly into a new story without a Mary victory lap over solving Ian and Toby’s problems—although they aren’t really solved and Mary did nothing. Still, we should have had a week or ten days of power walking and/or muffin klatching. I sense a disturbance in the Force.
"Who'd imagine the Internet as a gateway to love?"
I am completely mesmerized by that statement. I can't unthink it. It won't leave me alone. It's a nonmusical earworm.
Who would ever say such a thing? What kind of mind would formulate such a thought?
I'm going to roll with "simpleton," although perhaps Estelle has some sort of Polyanna fantasy complex that Moy will explore in serious depth as we move along." (Note that I did not write "going forward," a meaningless, useless stink bomb of a trendoid phrase that I despise with every cell in my body.)
Happy Friday all!
-- Scottie McW.
Estelle is going to meet somebody online with the user name "Scottish Shakespearian" or maybe "Highlands Hunk."
@Scottie McW. at 10:32 a.m., I wager that Moy will exploit Estelle's Pollyanna complex rather than merely explore it. That's her default mode.
BTW, I share your antipathy for "going forward" - ugh!!! And while I'm griping, I recoil when people say "reach out" instead of "contact." Double ugh!!
@fauxprof—muffin klatching is my new favourite Mary Worth Thing. Heck, I might start referring to all homey advice-type chats as Muffin Klatching. Stellar!
I am trying to keep myself from googling ‘muffin klatching’; I’m terribly afraid it means something sketchy. ( No offense, fauxprof, it just sounds dicey.)
This storyline will get trite and offensive but how, that is the question.
@meg, please, I am a sweet little old lady, and was positing a variation of coffee klatch. However, now that you mention it, I’m coming up with a number of non-family-friendly definitions of “muffin klatching”, which I don’t think I’ll share—being a sweet little old lady and all.
Chose Your Own Adventure!
(1) Estelle’s nonstop parade of lovers from Match.com tests the patience of the entire condo community—but when Mary’s guest parking spot is taken by a Greek sailor stopping by for “lunch”, things get heated.
(2) After posting an ad on JDate.com, Estelle’s body parts are found, one by one, in various locales throughout Port Charleston—but when Mary finds Estelle’s mangled left foot in the communal laundry room, things get heated.
(3) Estelle enjoys pina coladas and getting caught in the rain—but when Dr. Jeff answers her Sassy Senior Swingers ad, things get heated.
I did actually look up 'muffin klatching' and found a lot of pictures of very yummy things to eat, and an actual restaurant in Los Angeles. So, I vote for keeping Fauxprof's term. No hidden risque meanings and it actually usefully describes many of Mary's meddling activities.
When I saw that ridiculous statement “gateway to love”, the song “Freeway of Love”, which hasn’t left my head since this morning.” (Thanks, KM.)
My prediction is Mary, not hearing from Estelle for a few days, let’s herself in the apartment (being the resident busybody, she has keys to all the apartments) and finds Estelle in her bathtub, which is full of her ice and missing a kidney and Libby munching on her arm.
"Hey, TimP. When you woke up this morning did you ever imagine that at some point during the day you would be pondering whether the phrase 'muffin klatching' was salacious?"
No. No, I did not.
@Regina Wolfe-Parks: LOL! That's a less-than-cute vision of my darling Libby! (She's so adorable!)
I'm hoping that Estelle's dating adventure will bring Jannie back into our orbit. Maybe Estelle will date Jannie's single dad? Or maybe Estelle will steal Michael from English class away from his new girlfriend, while Jannie leans against a wall, vapes, mutters "&%$#@!" to herself, and then plots an elaborate, deliciously vicious revenge. This strip writes itself!
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