And credit resident poet, Scott, for the new banner and the latest addition to the Charterstone Jukebox: Glow Worm. Thanks, Scott!
Today's Full Strip
I have to admit that I was more than a little satisfied with the story's direction this week. All seemed to be just fine until this morning when Jeff turned passive aggressive. Waiting until he's completely satiated himself on seafood scampi, he stabs Mary in the back by bringing up her recent behavior. I almost expect Mary to toss her water onto Jeff's really cool shirt.








Every great tale is thrust forward by its Major Dramatic Question - the question that hooks our interest from the very beginning of the story: Will Adam eat the apple? Will Indiana Jones recover the lost ark? Will Superman save the world?
Jeff: Run. For. Your. Life! In some sort of insane rage, Mary Worth has stuffed every single one of her knives into the toaster. Then, grabbing the last knife and waving it menacingly, she has one thought: "Jeff and I need to 'talk.'" Run, Jeff, run! And whatever you do, don't eat her seafood scampi unless she takes the first bight!
I can't tell if this is Mary Worth's thought balloon, and the thought balloon is thinking of the Bum Boat, or if this is the fish on the wall's thought balloon, and the thought balloon is thinking about Mary and her really, really tall refrigerator.
Could it be that Mary Worth has become so accustomed to being taken to dinner by elderly gentlemen, that she has forgotten how to cook? She seems quite confused in her own kitchen. However, I'm sure once she gets back in the swing of things, she won't be able to stop. The sun will rise to find Mary Worth smudged with flour and cocktail sauce, asleep beneath her kitchen table, surrounded by mounds of seafood scampi, pies, frosted cupcakes and noodle casseroles.