Oh, dear. Oh, dear oh dear. Mary's already told us that long distance relationships are a precarious thing. But they're only precarious when the people in those relationships are not fully committed. I have a family member in a long-distance relationship right now. Covid has kept them apart for two months. Their relationship has never been "precarious." It has definitely sucked for them, but if anything it's made them more committed to one another. So, Mary, shut up. It's Dawn. Every relationship is precarious.
Also, Jared is going to die. If you haven't figured that out yet.
This whole story has been precarious. If I were an Irish cop like in those old time movies, I'd say "Move along folks, nothing to see here." These two have been beating this dead horse for almost two weeks. It's precarious that we are still here listening to this drivel after two weeks.
ReplyDeleteWanders, I have a song for the jukebox. How about "Long Distance Runaround" by Yes, since this is what Hugo and Dawn did to each other.
And the robotic voices drone on...
ReplyDeleteDawn, rather than Hugo “making peace,” he’s probably turning cartwheels to be rid of you. Now take your self-absorption elsewhere and disappear into the sunset with Jared.
I can snark about Dawn's cluelessness all I want, but if she weren't so dense about relationships, KM might be even more bereft of plotlines than she is, which isn't saying much, but keeps her rent paid and keeps her away from another Wilbur/Estelle plot. I miss Toby and Ian SO much!I'd even go for a visit from Tummybrain and her teeHee parents.
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ReplyDeleteAgain with the precarious? This tedious slog down recap road is bad enough to begin with, but now Mary's repeating herself.
Moy has no shame.
-- Scottie McW.
So where are Mary and Dawn going, anyway? Is there someplace by the water where they let people beat dead horses?
ReplyDeleteThey've switched what side they're each walking on twice in two strips...
ReplyDeleteI think there is an urgent need for research in the domain of comic-strip physics to determine whether time in the Mary Worth universe is actually slowing down. It's always been slower than in the prime universe, of course, but I have the distinct impression that that it's actually winding down, and we will soon reach the point where it takes six weeks of strips for Mary to make a cup of tea, for example, or answer the door. Scariest of all is the notion that the Worthiverse will eventually reach a temporal "big crunch" where time will stop altogether - probably as Dawn or somebody is in the act of biting into a homemade muffin while Mary makes a platitudinous observation about life - and all subsequent _Mary Worth_ strips will simply be that one moment, endlessly reiterated from slightly different angles perhaps, forever.
ReplyDeleteOf course, this also raises the philosophical question of whether time is really passing at all if nothing is happening.
The appearance of a body of water (those Charterstone grounds are really something) made me hope that one of them would drown the other, or better yet, murder-suicide. But it’s probably only knee-deep, and I don’t think California has alligators.
ReplyDeleteIt is done, Dawn, get over it.
ReplyDeleteI keep hoping for a positive outcome here, or maybe even one of life's surprises. Then I quickly adapt, turn on a dime and remember this is Mary Worth.
ReplyDeleteJared won’t die, but he’ll be in a coma, thus giving Mary and Dawn a new venue for this conversation. (Please, make it stop.)
ReplyDeleteSure Mary's overdoing the precarious business, but this has to be the umpteenth time Dawn's denied any "planning." She didn't plan to fall for Jared, and she didn't plan on the long distance relationship failing (although, as I recall, Hugo expressed considerable skepticism about its chances). She probably didn't plan on taking elebenty-leben years to get her degree, either. But seriously, who plans on falling in or out of love?
ReplyDeleteToday's (Disinterested) Boldface Haiku is titled
ReplyDelete"You Both Were Shallow And You Both Cheated; It's A Wash!".
Hard time co-worker.
Precarious.
Satisfied.
Didn't! Made peace!
Long distance relationships are precarious. When Dr Jeff gets too close, I use the stiff-arm block for bours. Sometimes my arm gets so tired, but Dr Jeff always gives up first.
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