Does Mary Worth’s sphere of influence influence all spheres? Possibly…
And yet…
It’s a weird and mystical world out there!
Mary Worth’s last adventure, to the wilds of New York to see Soccer Bobby and Hash-slinger Gina get married, was kind of a downer — Mary was only able to meddle a NY cabbie, and that was hardly exciting (particularly for the cabbie).
On her return home, though…let’s just say she hasn’t come back to Santa Royale a moment too soon!
Occasionally, the layout of a Mary Worth panel evokes memories of past splendor (read, Soviet propaganda posters). If you think I’m kidding, just check out http://snarkitupfuzzball.nexiliscom.com/index.php?s=Soviet .
Fortunately, these are very rare, and Mary usually reverts to holding a teacup or doing strange things with her eyes, which isn’t glorious at all.
(Thanks for taking the bullet on this one, “Crazy Eyes” Bobby! Gulag Mary has a couple of more minutes of fame, thanks to your patriotic sacrifice!)
Or is the passenger seated next to Mary getting a little frisky? The road to Meddle-Con takes to the skies…
…and then to the streets of New York!
And all of this would’ve been SO much better had Mary channeled her favorite femme fatale from the matinee, Miss Bette Davis…
In which bats :[ finds an errant “Love is…”, two out of three color panels (although all three are in color), and the return of Scoopy, with possibly fatal results!
I. Am. So. Excited.
I. Am. Still. Excited.
…I hate my life in the Maryverse.
Okay, so I’m batting .500, which Mary telling Toby All About Nola. On the other hand, they’re out on a brisk walk, so Toby isn’t stuffing her face with whatever Mary is pushing in her direction. (CC’s gnome de blog suggested that perhaps Mary and Toby were on their way to a Charterstone Pool Party, but if Mary isn’t carrying a covered dish — you wouldn’t expect her to show up empty-handed, would you? — I doubt it. Yes, yet another disappointment in Maryville.)
And the day after…just another bitchy day in Paradise Santa Royale…
Which translates into a coffee klatch between Mary and Toby. Mary regales Toby with all that has happened. Toby eats a banana/a salmon square/a bag of potato chips. Thrills ahead!
[Got my first one million hits today…okay, so it took just over four years to do it (from 8 April 2008), but considering what a fabulously inconsequential blog this is, that’s cool! Thanks for being one in a million!]
or at least got one from a kindly derelict. Fat lot of good it did you, woman!
