"And spend the rest of my life cracking my knuckles, picking my nose, and passing gas. That's love."
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KitKat
said...
When Arthur learns that Estelle eats a bowl of All Bram with Sox Milk every morning, his ardor may cool. Maybe that's what drove Libby from the table too.
I wondered about the time difference between these two silver lovebirds. Kuala Lumpur is thirteen hours ahead of southern California, so either Arthur stays up late to chat with his victim, er, lady love, or Estelle gets up well before dawn. OH MY!
Estelle is continuing her journey of stupidity by listening to Arthur Z's bull crap. Wouldn't you Skype this guy to see he is the real deal? Nope not Estelle. I am actually anticipating her losing 10 grand on this faker and then crying to Mary.
I think we're finally seeing how Mary will save Estelle from this con-man. I predict they'll run into each other again in the Charterstone mail room (isn't that where we first met Estelle? June can even re-use that drawing). Estelle will be about to drop into the outgoing mail slot, that fat envelope of gift cards Scotte McW's been talking about and Mary will talk her out of it just in time.
All I can think of is this old Taxi episode where Judd Hirsch got a crush with the woman from his answering service - then he arranged a blind date with her...
10 to 1 this guy is down in Folsom Prison doing time for murder.
Prosecutor: "So you maintain you flew in from Malaysia and FOUND Estelle already dead?" Arthur: "Yes, I was out of the country for my work." Prosecutor: "That will be all. PROSECUTION CALLS FOR WINTESS LIBBY THAT CAT!"
Shouldn't that be more like "I look forward to meeting you for the first time ever, maybe at Panera's for lunch. And how will I know you"? Maybe I'll bring Libby with me.
Thursday: I love cats, but that Libby is getting very annoying. She's looking at that "all Bram" like it's filet mignon.
Is Estelle that stupid or is she drawn that way? I met my husband online (not in a dating site, but through a blog I use to write on the old Yahoo 360.) We talked on the phone for a while (just like Estelle), but we we skyped each other to make sure we were both real people and not in some internet cafe scamming people. Wouldn't you at least once see the person you've been talking to for weeks and weeks on end and who is professing his undying love too?
I can't wait to see Estelle in HalMart (KM's version of WalMart) buying stacks of gift cards to send to her paramour so he can get back to America after his "bank account has been hacked".
Anonymous is right that it's premature for her to say she looks forward to "being" with Arhur, but then she doubles down with "I don't care about ANYTHING ELSE but being with you." How desperate is this poor woman?
I'm surprised Libby doesn't look more insulted that Estelle is professing that she doesn't care about ANYTHING more than being with the so far unseen Arthur..
Man, whenever you think this strip cannot possibly get any more idiotic, Moy and Brigman top themselves again. They just keep churning out the dreck, each one worse than the last. They're the Lennon and McCartney of bad comic strips.
Not that I’d ever eat All Bram with Sox milk, but if that was once a bowl of dry cereal, it now looks disgustingly mushy. I was going to make the library paste comparison, but in all the years I worked in a library, I never once saw library paste. I don’t think it’s used for conservation any more.
Anything but comment on Estelle’s ridiculous love life.
A little known downside of leaving All Bran mixed with Sox Milk (or any liquid, for that matter) for more than two minutes is that it turns to gloop that plugs up one's GI tract, the garbage disposal, or kitchen sink. Good luck getting rid of that mess, Estelle!
Daffy and desperate Estelle is so ga-ga over someone she's never seen/met, I'm wondering about the late Jimmy. Maybe he was so desperate to get away from her that he took a long walk off the Santa Royale Pier.
Nance, I am sputtering with laughter over your BFH title today. To add to my enjoyment, I love the visual beauty of your placement of the three exclamation points.
How old is Estelle? Yesterday, I would have guessed she was about 35 with dyed lavender hair. Today, she looks 60-70ish but is saying "I don't care about anything else but being with you!" to her online paramour, a statement only a particularly dumb 14 year old would make.
@LouiseF--Thank you. Haiku Nouveau is nothing if not a surprising and everchanging Art Form, relying on both the Intrinsic as well as the Extrinsic for its meaning and effect upon the Reader.
@Anonymous at 1:01 p.m., Estelle previously said she was 60 (or in her early 60s - Wanders’s excellent archives can be consulted). As you noted, she’s 60 going on a particularly immature 14.
I was really hoping Estelle's exclamation yesterday indicated she was surprised - even shocked - at Arthur's declaration. But, oh no, she is apparently thrilled. She so gobsmacked that, as fauxprof has pointed out, her cereal has completely congealed. It appears that Moy's go-to dramatic literary device, has been and will always continue to be, people doing really stupid stuff.
I've barely been able to keep up MW and all of the excellent comments and BFHs lately, but thank you for many snorts of laughter over the past few weeks. You guys are brilliant.
The dialogue in this strip, on the other hand, has me gagging on my multicultural cuisine. These two either talk like robots or idiots. Or both.
I guess I'm alone in this, but I really like Libby. Sure, her markings and smile aren't exactly natural, but she has more personality than most of the characters in this strip. Granted, that's a very low bar.
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When Arthur learns that Estelle eats a bowl of All Bram with Sox Milk every morning, his ardor may cool. Maybe that's what drove Libby from the table too.
I wondered about the time difference between these two silver lovebirds. Kuala Lumpur is thirteen hours ahead of southern California, so either Arthur stays up late to chat with his victim, er, lady love, or Estelle gets up well before dawn. OH MY!
Liars and grifters and scammers, "Oh my!"
Estelle is continuing her journey of stupidity by listening to Arthur Z's bull crap. Wouldn't you Skype this guy to see he is the real deal? Nope not Estelle. I am actually anticipating her losing 10 grand on this faker and then crying to Mary.
I think we're finally seeing how Mary will save Estelle from this con-man. I predict they'll run into each other again in the Charterstone mail room (isn't that where we first met Estelle? June can even re-use that drawing). Estelle will be about to drop into the outgoing mail slot, that fat envelope of gift cards Scotte McW's been talking about and Mary will talk her out of it just in time.
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"In Fact, I've Stolen A Poem About It; Give Me A Minute And I'll Google It".
Return retire. Long enough!
What then?
Rest you. In love.
Oh my!
All Bram With Sox Milk--The Breakfast Of Champions And Long-Distance SilverLovers Everywhere.
@KitKat--cannot stop laughing!
All Bran and Soy Milk? Stand back, Libby!
All I can think of is this old Taxi episode where Judd Hirsch got a crush with the woman from his answering service - then he arranged a blind date with her...
Arthur thinks he'll be getting a natural woman, but he's actually just getting a regular woman.
Who'd imagine a Mary Worth strip as a gateway to a completely unrealistic conversation?
Besides all of us, I mean.
-- Scottie McW.
10 to 1 this guy is down in Folsom Prison doing time for murder.
Prosecutor: "So you maintain you flew in from Malaysia and FOUND Estelle already dead?"
Arthur: "Yes, I was out of the country for my work."
Prosecutor: "That will be all. PROSECUTION CALLS FOR WINTESS LIBBY THAT CAT!"
We've got KM all wrong. She's not serious at all. She's playing this for laughs like Blondie or Crankshaft and, I might add, doing a fine job of it.
Is that a ghost or a genie emerging from her coffee cup?
So did Estelle (or Moy) miss the memo that post-menopausal women are not supposed to drink soy? Course, I guess it's ok if it sox milk.
And I find myself wondering if All Bram is made by the same company that makes Splak. Inquiring minds want to know.
Oh, Moy!
Ma. Scarlet, I was expecting SPLAK..Sort of disappointed that it was All bran.
Libby freaks me out.
THURSDAY 03/14 (Pi Day)
"Arthur - I look forward to being with you too"
Shouldn't that be more like "I look forward to meeting you for the first time ever, maybe at Panera's for lunch. And how will I know you"? Maybe I'll bring Libby with me.
Thursday: I love cats, but that Libby is getting very annoying. She's looking at that "all Bram" like it's filet mignon.
Is Estelle that stupid or is she drawn that way? I met my husband online (not in a dating site, but through a blog I use to write on the old Yahoo 360.) We talked on the phone for a while (just like Estelle), but we we skyped each other to make sure we were both real people and not in some internet cafe scamming people. Wouldn't you at least once see the person you've been talking to for weeks and weeks on end and who is professing his undying love too?
I can't wait to see Estelle in HalMart (KM's version of WalMart) buying stacks of gift cards to send to her paramour so he can get back to America after his "bank account has been hacked".
Anonymous is right that it's premature for her to say she looks forward to "being" with Arhur, but then she doubles down with "I don't care about ANYTHING ELSE but being with you." How desperate is this poor woman?
I'm surprised Libby doesn't look more insulted that Estelle is professing that she doesn't care about ANYTHING more than being with the so far unseen Arthur..
Man, whenever you think this strip cannot possibly get any more idiotic, Moy and Brigman top themselves again. They just keep churning out the dreck, each one worse than the last. They're the Lennon and McCartney of bad comic strips.
-- S. McW.
THURSDAY
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"This Was The Test Copy For An All Bram Commercial".
Return true life...You!
Forward! Anything
You!
Thursday...
Not that I’d ever eat All Bram with Sox milk, but if that was once a bowl of dry cereal, it now looks disgustingly mushy. I was going to make the library paste comparison, but in all the years I worked in a library, I never once saw library paste. I don’t think it’s used for conservation any more.
Anything but comment on Estelle’s ridiculous love life.
Excellent comments by all of you today!
A little known downside of leaving All Bran mixed with Sox Milk (or any liquid, for that matter) for more than two minutes is that it turns to gloop that plugs up one's GI tract, the garbage disposal, or kitchen sink. Good luck getting rid of that mess, Estelle!
Daffy and desperate Estelle is so ga-ga over someone she's never seen/met, I'm wondering about the late Jimmy. Maybe he was so desperate to get away from her that he took a long walk off the Santa Royale Pier.
Nance, I am sputtering with laughter over your BFH title today. To add to my enjoyment, I love the visual beauty of your placement of the three exclamation points.
Unfortunately, soy has components called anti-nutritional factors which can be difficult for cats/Libby to digest.
"Unfortunately, if you give soy milk to a kitty, much like cow's milk, it might give them diarrhea or other gastrointestinal issues."
I hope Estelle stocked up on the kitty litter.
How old is Estelle? Yesterday, I would have guessed she was about 35 with dyed lavender hair. Today, she looks 60-70ish but is saying "I don't care about anything else but being with you!" to her online paramour, a statement only a particularly dumb 14 year old would make.
@LouiseF--Thank you. Haiku Nouveau is nothing if not a surprising and everchanging Art Form, relying on both the Intrinsic as well as the Extrinsic for its meaning and effect upon the Reader.
:-D
@Anonymous at 1:01 p.m., Estelle previously said she was 60 (or in her early 60s - Wanders’s excellent archives can be consulted). As you noted, she’s 60 going on a particularly immature 14.
I was really hoping Estelle's exclamation yesterday indicated she was surprised - even shocked - at Arthur's declaration. But, oh no, she is apparently thrilled. She so gobsmacked that, as fauxprof has pointed out, her cereal has completely congealed. It appears that Moy's go-to dramatic literary device, has been and will always continue to be, people doing really stupid stuff.
I've barely been able to keep up MW and all of the excellent comments and BFHs lately, but thank you for many snorts of laughter over the past few weeks. You guys are brilliant.
The dialogue in this strip, on the other hand, has me gagging on my multicultural cuisine. These two either talk like robots or idiots. Or both.
I guess I'm alone in this, but I really like Libby. Sure, her markings and smile aren't exactly natural, but she has more personality than most of the characters in this strip. Granted, that's a very low bar.
FRIDAY 03/15
At last the reveal. Libby speaks!
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