I wonder what Estelle sees in Wilbur. To me, he's just a cleaned up version of Arthur/er. I find Arthur/er more likeable than Wilbur. Heck, I find anybody more likeable than Wilbur.
I'm surprised that KM used the Netflix name and not some dopey other name like Fletnix or something like that. Wilbur is a little pushy, suggesting what HE wants to see. I guess he doesn't have Netflix.
Wilbur reminds me of this guy I was dating that refused to get cable and would come over to my house just to watch wrestling (which is on cable.) I got tired of that and he became history. I hope Estelle will be like me and wise up. Like my ex, Wilbur is a slug.
Instead of making Estelle laugh, Wilbur should make her recoil and hang up on him. He's too tired to go out, but he jumps at going to her place and has already decided what to watch without consulting her. He's probably expecting ham sandwiches, heavy on the mayo, too.
@Regina Wolfe-Parks, when my cousins and I were kids, our grandparents rented the upstairs of their house to an elderly widow who did not own a TV. Every Saturday evening the tenant would just happen to visit minutes before the Lawrence Welk Show aired, and she always stayed to watch. She loved "Mr. Wunnerful Wunnerful," unlike my cousins and me, who hated the show and felt like we were being tortured.
@kitkat, you made me laugh with the old lady and Lawrence Welk. When I was a kid, my mother watched Lawrence Welk and after that Hollywood Palace. I'm thinking of her right now, cigarette in hand and a cup of Lipton tea in a cup watching that godawful Lawrence Welk. They use to show reruns on Saturday nights on the local PBS station in NY. I watched it one night with my ex-husband and he turned to me and said "We've become our parents." All I needed, was the cigarette and cup of tea. Then, being the weirdo that he was he said "All of these people are dead.", which was probably a true statement because it looked like nobody in that group was under 90.
@KitKat, @Regina Wolfe-Parks--When I was in junior high (a hundred years ago), my best friend's parents used to make her watch Lawrence Welk as her punishment for minor infractions.
Yikes. This is flashing me back to the late 90s when my dad's second wife died and I brought him up to New England from Texas. He was severely debilitated by Parkinson's and while I looked for a nursing home, he needed accommodations with a first-floor bathroom which neither myself or my brother could provide. But then our mother, from whom dad had been UN-amicably divorced since the 70s, stepped up and volunteered to let him stay with her as long as my brother and I took turns sleeping over to look after him. The first night of his stay there, my mind was blown to find us all sitting in our same old places at the same old dining table under the same old fluorescent light in the same old kitchen. Then, after dinner, it was blown even further when we retired to the living room and I turned on the TV to find re-runs of Bonanza and Gunsmoke. But when the Lawrence Welk re-run came on, that was too much. I excused myself and practically bolted from the house to go take a walk in the woods and smoke a bone.
My favorite Welk moment, by the way, was when Lawrence, innocently unaware, introduced two of his crew who would sing a pop song "for you young people out there." It turned out to be Brewer and Shipley's "One Toke Over the Line."
@Yahoonski, you made me spit my ice tea out. I'm sure (let me say positive) my mother had no idea what that song was about if she was watching that night (and I'm sure she was!).
WHen Wilbur comes over, I hope Estelle teaches him how to hold a cell phone correctly. He must pay a fortune in screen fixing fees holding it the way he does.
Yahoonski, that is an amazing story. How lucky to get such a family moment in your life.
Those of us from North Dakota know better than to say The Bubble Man’s name out loud. My friend lives in Lawrence Welk’s old house, and I’m guessing things are going to get very Paranormal Activity crossed with Fargo over there soon.
Woo-hoo! Wine coolers and a documentary! Life in the fast lane.
I'm intrigued by the pause before Estelle says "nice." It's as if she was trying to think of something else to say. Such as, "That's so 1970s." Or "That's not appropriate." Or "That's not going to get you anywhere."
Otherwise, this dialogue reminds me of the idiot conversations Hugo and Dawn had.
"Oh, wine coolers. That's . . . nice."
"I thought we could have them while watching the documentary I mentioned."
"Yes, we could drink the wine coolers while watching the documentary on Netflix."
"That is why I brought them. To have them while we relax."
What the heck is going on in that first panel? Is that their idea of a hug? This week's New Yorker features a cartoon by Emily Flake showing various awkward hug or near hug scenarios. This one would fit right in: The "I Don't Want To Seem Too Desperate When Greeting the Short, Combed-over Blivot of Neighbor Bearing Wine Coolers for Whom I Will Apparently Have To Settle" Hug.
Yeah, I think Wilbur is going to be hotfooting it back to his couch with the wine coolers as soon as Estelle reveals that she has someone else stashed in her bedroom who showed up with champagne... I actually don't remember he agreeing to Wilbur coming over to watch Netflix...
SATURDAY Jeez, I didn’t even think wine coolers were still on the market. Maybe it’s dawning (no pun intended) on Estelle that Wilbur doesn’t make her laugh as much as she thought.
The late, great Stan Freberg had a classic, hilarious parody of Lawrence Welk, including “the lovely Lemon Sisters.” The bubble machine goes berserk, causing the TV studio to break away and float into the Pacific. Lawrence exclaims, “Help! Help! Wunnerful, wunnerful...”
And selfish pig Wilbur establishes who's going to wear the pants in this relationship by unilaterally deciding that they will watch boxing. And Estelle meekly says nothing.
This isn't going to end well, is it? And we'll have a ringside seat to several deadly dull weeks of watching it all play out.
These last 2 strips have left me extremely confused. They're well written, amusing, and play off established characters. Looking back through Sassy Dawn, it's like once Hugo finally left there's a new writer.
Ahahaha, Wilbur is such a moron. He doesn't see Estelle for months, and then brings her wine coolers and makes her watch a boxing documentary. Yes, so many late middle-aged women just love boxing.
MONDAY: As Yogi Berra would say "It's deja vu all over again." Today's comic is Saturday's comic in both Seattle Pi and the Washington Post. At first when I saw it, I figured JB was getting lazy and using the same drawing, but then after reading the banal dialog, I realized someone got lazy or figured because the storyline was so boring no one would notice.
Since I can't comment on today, let me jump in on yesterday. I looked back and anonymous is right, Wilbut is wearing slippers. He's acting like he's married to Estelle (slippers, grabbing the remote, watching what HE wants to watch), why doesn't he strip down to his underwear and make it complete.
Oh and nothing says screams cheap like wine coolers. Who brings wine coolers to a date? Who even drinks wine coolers anymore? It's not even wine. It's like carbonated grape juice. Now i hate Wilbur even more because with each passing day, he reminds me of my ex-boyfriend who was too cheap to get cable and would come over and watch mine.
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Wanders, you're right. It's fifty shades of eww.
I wonder what Estelle sees in Wilbur. To me, he's just a cleaned up version of Arthur/er. I find Arthur/er more likeable than Wilbur. Heck, I find anybody more likeable than Wilbur.
I'm surprised that KM used the Netflix name and not some dopey other name like Fletnix or something like that. Wilbur is a little pushy, suggesting what HE wants to see. I guess he doesn't have Netflix.
Wilbur reminds me of this guy I was dating that refused to get cable and would come over to my house just to watch wrestling (which is on cable.) I got tired of that and he became history. I hope Estelle will be like me and wise up. Like my ex, Wilbur is a slug.
A coup[e of years ago, my nephew explained to me exactly what “Netflix and chill” meant. I’m a little queasy right now.
On a side note, what documentary? Estelle may be in for all 72 hours of “Making a Murderer”.
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"Wilbur And Estelle Have Phone Sex".
Out?
Tired in!
My? Relax.
Great! Documentary...
Instead of making Estelle laugh, Wilbur should make her recoil and hang up on him. He's too tired to go out, but he jumps at going to her place and has already decided what to watch without consulting her. He's probably expecting ham sandwiches, heavy on the mayo, too.
@Regina Wolfe-Parks, when my cousins and I were kids, our grandparents rented the upstairs of their house to an elderly widow who did not own a TV. Every Saturday evening the tenant would just happen to visit minutes before the Lawrence Welk Show aired, and she always stayed to watch. She loved "Mr. Wunnerful Wunnerful," unlike my cousins and me, who hated the show and felt like we were being tortured.
@kitkat, you made me laugh with the old lady and Lawrence Welk. When I was a kid, my mother watched Lawrence Welk and after that Hollywood Palace. I'm thinking of her right now, cigarette in hand and a cup of Lipton tea in a cup watching that godawful Lawrence Welk. They use to show reruns on Saturday nights on the local PBS station in NY. I watched it one night with my ex-husband and he turned to me and said "We've become our parents." All I needed, was the cigarette and cup of tea. Then, being the weirdo that he was he said "All of these people are dead.", which was probably a true statement because it looked like nobody in that group was under 90.
Don't they care what Libby may want to watch tonight? Perhaps CATS in on Netflix by now!
"We could watch Netflix and relax -- I mean, chill."
"Great, there's a new documentary I want to see."
"No, Wilbur, you don't understand. We can WATCH. NETFLIX. AND. CHILL. Nudge nudge, wink wink."
"Right, we can watch TV and relax."
"[sigh] What's your documentary about?"
"Typhoon survivors in Mozambique."
"Oh, you know what? I just remembered I have to wash my hair tonight. Maybe some other time. Bye."
-- Scottie McW.
@KitKat, @Regina Wolfe-Parks--When I was in junior high (a hundred years ago), my best friend's parents used to make her watch Lawrence Welk as her punishment for minor infractions.
Yikes. This is flashing me back to the late 90s when my dad's second wife died and I brought him up to New England from Texas. He was severely debilitated by Parkinson's and while I looked for a nursing home, he needed accommodations with a first-floor bathroom which neither myself or my brother could provide. But then our mother, from whom dad had been UN-amicably divorced since the 70s, stepped up and volunteered to let him stay with her as long as my brother and I took turns sleeping over to look after him. The first night of his stay there, my mind was blown to find us all sitting in our same old places at the same old dining table under the same old fluorescent light in the same old kitchen. Then, after dinner, it was blown even further when we retired to the living room and I turned on the TV to find re-runs of Bonanza and Gunsmoke. But when the Lawrence Welk re-run came on, that was too much. I excused myself and practically bolted from the house to go take a walk in the woods and smoke a bone.
My favorite Welk moment, by the way, was when Lawrence, innocently unaware, introduced two of his crew who would sing a pop song "for you young people out there." It turned out to be Brewer and Shipley's "One Toke Over the Line."
@Yahoonski, you made me spit my ice tea out. I'm sure (let me say positive) my mother had no idea what that song was about if she was watching that night (and I'm sure she was!).
WHen Wilbur comes over, I hope Estelle teaches him how to hold a cell phone correctly. He must pay a fortune in screen fixing fees holding it the way he does.
I'm ashamed to admit that our lame PBS station STILL shows Lawrence Welk reruns. It's what keeps me from sending them any money.
Yahoonski, that is an amazing story. How lucky to get such a family moment in your life.
Those of us from North Dakota know better than to say The Bubble Man’s name out loud. My friend lives in Lawrence Welk’s old house, and I’m guessing things are going to get very Paranormal Activity crossed with Fargo over there soon.
SATURDAY
Woo-hoo! Wine coolers and a documentary! Life in the fast lane.
I'm intrigued by the pause before Estelle says "nice." It's as if she was trying to think of something else to say. Such as, "That's so 1970s." Or "That's not appropriate." Or "That's not going to get you anywhere."
Otherwise, this dialogue reminds me of the idiot conversations Hugo and Dawn had.
"Oh, wine coolers. That's . . . nice."
"I thought we could have them while watching the documentary I mentioned."
"Yes, we could drink the wine coolers while watching the documentary on Netflix."
"That is why I brought them. To have them while we relax."
-- S. McW,
What the heck is going on in that first panel? Is that their idea of a hug? This week's New Yorker features a cartoon by Emily Flake showing various awkward hug or near hug scenarios. This one would fit right in: The "I Don't Want To Seem Too Desperate When Greeting the Short, Combed-over Blivot of Neighbor Bearing Wine Coolers for Whom I Will Apparently Have To Settle" Hug.
Sorry, I meant to type "...Blivot of a Neighbor..."
Yeah, I think Wilbur is going to be hotfooting it back to his couch with the wine coolers as soon as Estelle reveals that she has someone else stashed in her bedroom who showed up with champagne... I actually don't remember he agreeing to Wilbur coming over to watch Netflix...
@Michael Beaumier how cool your friend lives in The Bubble Man's old house. Any cool finds? Old graffiti inside a closet door?
SATURDAY
Jeez, I didn’t even think wine coolers were still on the market. Maybe it’s dawning (no pun intended) on Estelle that Wilbur doesn’t make her laugh as much as she thought.
The late, great Stan Freberg had a classic, hilarious parody of Lawrence Welk, including “the lovely Lemon Sisters.” The bubble machine goes berserk, causing the TV studio to break away and float into the Pacific. Lawrence exclaims, “Help! Help! Wunnerful, wunnerful...”
“Somebody turn off the bubble machine!”
SUNDAY
And selfish pig Wilbur establishes who's going to wear the pants in this relationship by unilaterally deciding that they will watch boxing. And Estelle meekly says nothing.
This isn't going to end well, is it? And we'll have a ringside seat to several deadly dull weeks of watching it all play out.
-- S. McW.
These last 2 strips have left me extremely confused. They're well written, amusing, and play off established characters. Looking back through Sassy Dawn, it's like once Hugo finally left there's a new writer.
Ahahaha, Wilbur is such a moron. He doesn't see Estelle for months, and then brings her wine coolers and makes her watch a boxing documentary. Yes, so many late middle-aged women just love boxing.
I hope she dumps him.
Wilbur as an advice columnist? HAHAHAHAHA etc.!!
How many more clueless Wilbur episodes before Estelle either/or airs her frustrations to Mary or dumps Mr. Combover?
You know what I hate more than boxing, Wilbur? Wine coolers and cheapskates.
Though boxing Wilbur might be fun.
And ... he wears his slippers ??
MONDAY: As Yogi Berra would say "It's deja vu all over again." Today's comic is Saturday's comic in both Seattle Pi and the Washington Post. At first when I saw it, I figured JB was getting lazy and using the same drawing, but then after reading the banal dialog, I realized someone got lazy or figured because the storyline was so boring no one would notice.
Since I can't comment on today, let me jump in on yesterday. I looked back and anonymous is right, Wilbut is wearing slippers. He's acting like he's married to Estelle (slippers, grabbing the remote, watching what HE wants to watch), why doesn't he strip down to his underwear and make it complete.
Oh and nothing says screams cheap like wine coolers. Who brings wine coolers to a date? Who even drinks wine coolers anymore? It's not even wine. It's like carbonated grape juice. Now i hate Wilbur even more because with each passing day, he reminds me of my ex-boyfriend who was too cheap to get cable and would come over and watch mine.
Wine Coolers? A classy guy.
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