As their “I Dressed in the Dark” memories fade in a haze of scotch and even more scotch, life returns to normal in Apt. 3-G…
Mostly to poke at A3G‘s continuing “I Dressed in the Dark” reality show and Calya’s (from Funky Winkerbean) sad, sad attempt to keep Les interested in her (yes, I said it was sad).
Even after the begin IDITD reveal, Tommie really doesn’t look much better than this.
Sad.
Oh, no she didn’t…!
She keeps a tidy home, makes wonderful meals, takes care of herself, and her galoot-of-a-husband Mark seems oblivious to it all. There ought to be a story line all about Cherry…only it would probably be boring. Unless it was an affair with Johnny Malotte. And still…
Anyway:
Heh.
Women who nickname themselves Kat or Kitty make me nuts. Most of them don’t resemble the sleek, noble beats by any stretch of the imagination.
Of course, I’ve known a few who have real behavioral issues, so maybe it isn’t too far from the mark.
(I just love playing with Bucky in Photoshopland…)
This would be followed by punching the crap out of everyone else who was the least little responsible for wrangling Margo, Tommie and Lu Ann onto “I Dressed in the Dark” (hosted by people that make Donald Trump AND his toupee look good).
Of course, this would take a lot of planning, so my advice is to just cause havoc and mayhem on the set as things go along right now. (Yep, I’m lookin’ at you, Margo):
Don’t even get me started on this woman-in-danger channel.
And don’t get me started on how I tend to feel embarrassed and humiliated for people, even when I don’t know them. Like poor Tommie and the bush-whacking she’s walked into:
Whew. Now I feel better!
* “Funky Box o’ Death”
I think that many of the serial comics move too slowly, and the suspense is drawn out for too long. Yes, suspense can add a lot to a plot, but a number of these plots are thin at best, and “suspense” only allow the mind (well, my mind) to wander…
Oh, yeah, my point: when Aristotle Popitinpotitoutalot receives a phone call, who knows who or what might be on the other end? Coy comments really don’t help:
(I also realized after having done this mashup, the first four panels have a nice little shock value, without having to worry about a plot.)
Sly chit-chat on the phone + a visitor who warrants a precious ejaculation =
Let’s just take this to its logical conclusion, shall we?
Meanwhile, back in NYC and an art gallery that shall remain nameless:
Oh, yeah, the Mills Gallery. Well, I think everyone with the Mills name involved with the gallery is dead.
Just as long as we all remember: Margo always wins.
