At first I thought Hugo’s eyes were screaming “I’m a liar,” but knowing how video cams work, I realize no one ever looks up unless they’re rolling their eyes. Which makes a lot of sense in this moment.
Way pre-internet I read a Sf story about a guy who had special friends he only met online. He got suspicious and Turing tested them. They all failed. Today's dialog would, too.
The laptop has shrunk to the size of an iPad Mini between panels 1 and 2. It also appears that Dawn’s nose has been chopped with a cleaver. Let’s hope the same cleaver hits her mouth and stops her from mouthing such asinine statements.
Uh, Wilbur, you didn't need to travel the world to find out that it's "smaller than it seems". You live in Southern California. Walt Disney gave us that heads-up in 1966.
Commenting on Saturday's installment. Are Dawn and Hugo somehow supposed to be special because (I hate this phrase) they are bravely doing the long distance? Imagine endless years of video chats, with each proclaiming their undeniable connection or whatever. Not doing the real hard work of a relationship. Ugh. In fact, Dawn, you are just like your loathsome father: Treating partners as appendages to your lives. I think Dawn is even more awful than Wilbur. If that's possible.
Dawn, like Miss Havisham, has her withered torso clad in a dusty and disintegrating lace wedding gown.
Wilbur still looks the same, combover and all, though he is laid out in one of Mary’s old spare coffins, right next to the pool.
Hugo’s photograph is still propped up in front of a video screen, although he has subcontracted out his part of the conversation to his grandson, Pepe le Pew de Paree.
We seem to have established that Dawn and Hugo are fine, Iris and Zak are fine, and Wilbur and Estelle are...who knows, but let’s say fine. True love, or the Worthiverse equivalent, prevails. Now can we put all of these loathsome couples in storage and start a new storyline? (Which, for our sins, will probably involve Toby and Ian.)
Dawn can easily wait a few years for Hugo. She'll still be in her freshman year.
Time for Wilbur's parenting tips. Teaching Dawn to spy from the bushes won't help across an ocean. Wilbur will recruit Teflon Girl to teach Dawn how to spy on Hugo electronically.
After reading fauxprof's summary of the various states of the unions, I was left to wonder if there are, or ever have been, any LGBTQ folk in the Worthiverse. I mean aside from Mary and Toby, of course.
Sunday Besides all the above musings, I noted that Wilbur didn’t bat an eye when Dawn mentioned going from California to NYC for a weekend before going to France in summer. “Survivor Stories” and “Ask Wendy” must be extremely lucrative. It seems no one in the Worthiverse has any financial constraints. Since Wilbur is rolling in dough, a new wardrobe should be next on his to-do list. Maybe Estelle can take him shopping right after she throws away the thing he’s wearing now. (Is it a pajama top from 1970?)
So, the key to getting a job in a French publishing house is to have passed Dr. Ian Cameron's classical literature class at Santa Royale Community College?
When I was in university, there were always people standing outside the bus and LRT stops handing out copies of a local free newspaper. They would get right in your face and were kind of annoying. I imagine it was a minimum wage job the publisher would hire anyone to do.
I was reminded of that when Dawn mentioned that Hugo has a job in publishing.
Let's hear it for that apple in the fruit bowl: the brightest color we've seen since...since...I don't know. Did we EVER see a bright color from June's palette?
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear what you have to say about Mary Worth. Just keep it clean, that's all I ask. This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. I don't want to moderate comments, but I will if I have to.
This dialogue is beyond putrid. Moy must have a doctorate in Dreck.
ReplyDelete-- Scottie McW.
Way pre-internet I read a Sf story about a guy who had special friends he only met online. He got suspicious and Turing tested them. They all failed.
ReplyDeleteToday's dialog would, too.
The laptop has shrunk to the size of an iPad Mini between panels 1 and 2. It also appears that Dawn’s nose has been chopped with a cleaver. Let’s hope the same cleaver hits her mouth and stops her from mouthing such asinine statements.
ReplyDeleteOne word: Barf.
ReplyDeleteUh, Wilbur, you didn't need to travel the world to find out that it's "smaller than it seems". You live in Southern California. Walt Disney gave us that heads-up in 1966.
ReplyDeleteCommenting on Saturday's installment. Are Dawn and Hugo somehow supposed to be special because (I hate this phrase) they are bravely doing the long distance? Imagine endless years of video chats, with each proclaiming their undeniable connection or whatever. Not doing the real hard work of a relationship. Ugh. In fact, Dawn, you are just like your loathsome father: Treating partners as appendages to your lives. I think Dawn is even more awful than Wilbur. If that's possible.
ReplyDeleteFlash forward 40 years of doing long distance:
ReplyDeleteDawn, like Miss Havisham, has her withered torso clad in a dusty and disintegrating lace wedding gown.
Wilbur still looks the same, combover and all, though he is laid out in one of Mary’s old spare coffins, right next to the pool.
Hugo’s photograph is still propped up in front of a video screen, although he has subcontracted out his part of the conversation to his grandson, Pepe le Pew de Paree.
@katyb and @meg, you’ve said it all.
ReplyDeleteSUNDAY
ReplyDeleteWe seem to have established that Dawn and Hugo are fine, Iris and Zak are fine, and Wilbur and Estelle are...who knows, but let’s say fine. True love, or the Worthiverse equivalent, prevails. Now can we put all of these loathsome couples in storage and start a new storyline? (Which, for our sins, will probably involve Toby and Ian.)
Dawn can easily wait a few years for Hugo. She'll still be in her freshman year.
ReplyDeleteTime for Wilbur's parenting tips. Teaching Dawn to spy from the bushes won't help across an ocean. Wilbur will recruit Teflon Girl to teach Dawn how to spy on Hugo electronically.
SUNDAY
ReplyDeleteSo... did I miss the part where Hugo told Dawn he'd changed his mind about leaving France and moving to our crummy country?
After reading fauxprof's summary of the various states of the unions, I was left to wonder if there are, or ever have been, any LGBTQ folk in the Worthiverse. I mean aside from Mary and Toby, of course.
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ReplyDeleteBesides all the above musings, I noted that Wilbur didn’t bat an eye when Dawn mentioned going from California to NYC for a weekend before going to France in summer. “Survivor Stories” and “Ask Wendy” must be extremely lucrative. It seems no one in the Worthiverse has any financial constraints. Since Wilbur is rolling in dough, a new wardrobe should be next on his to-do list. Maybe Estelle can take him shopping right after she throws away the thing he’s wearing now. (Is it a pajama top from 1970?)
So, the key to getting a job in a French publishing house is to have passed Dr. Ian Cameron's classical literature class at Santa Royale Community College?
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in university, there were always people standing outside the bus and LRT stops handing out copies of a local free newspaper. They would get right in your face and were kind of annoying. I imagine it was a minimum wage job the publisher would hire anyone to do.
ReplyDeleteI was reminded of that when Dawn mentioned that Hugo has a job in publishing.
Let's hear it for that apple in the fruit bowl: the brightest color we've seen since...since...I don't know. Did we EVER see a bright color from June's palette?
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