Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Plans proceed apace right off the rails…

We skip ahead a few days, and you can imagine what a pleasant and enjoyable lunch was had by all.  Well, at least by Jill.  That’s batting .33, right?

So, after insinuating herself into every aspect of Dr. Jeff Cory’s life (including the incessant “dates” at the Bum Boat and shipping son Drew off to some typhoid-ridden backwater country), Mary plans to “help” with daughter Adrian’s wedding.

But WAIT!  Adrian has a friend at the hospital who has done wedding planning:  Jill Black.

Remember that name.  I’m betting Jill’s going to be rubbing elbows all too soon with Adrian’s deceased mother…

When conversation is this turgid, we ought to just be adult about it and suck it up — it’ll past soon enough (although in Mary-land, that could take three weeks).

However, our intrepid illustrator attempts to interject some interest with unusual angles  and perspectives.

My advice on that? Don’t.

I think the serial comic strips are at their best when the title characters are present:  Mary Worth with her stern self-righteousness,  Rex Morgan with his latex gloves, Mark Trail with his Dildo-lens, Judge Parker with…something.

So when a title character is M.I.A., sometimes it’s best to invite one of the neighbors over:

…if only to make fun of Rex Morgan, M.D. (Medical Demeanor)’s expression.

Oh, and to realize that on occasion some people really, really need to be meddled.  (Or, more simply put, “STFU, Jenna!”.)

No, I really mean it.

“You mean something like a ‘SPLOOT!‘?”

“Yes! That’s it exactly!”

ohpleaseohpleaseohplease.

The Comics Curmudgeon’s “boojum” commented that this week’s Mary Worth has turned into “Solomon Grundy,” and I cheerfully agree.  Well, maybe not exactly cheerfully.

August 31:

September 1:

So “Dr. Mike,” in a chat on a park bench with his estranged dad Lonnie, forgives years of abandonment, the death of his heart-broken, work-broken mother, and a very messed-up view of love and commitment, in a heartbeat and packs up ol’ Boozy to bring him into his own home?

Very noble.  But a little too “convenient.”  All I’m saying, there might be big-game hunters in Mark Trail, but there are hunters of other kinds, Mrs. Worth…

P.S.  I am NOT responsible for Lonnie’s mortal-coil shuffling routine on 31 August.  That was WAY too much of a gimmee, even for me.

Okay, who guessed that Dr. Mike would have a change of heart when his dead-beat dad explained the reason for abandoning him and his mother?

Good.  Now who guessed the Dr. Mike would vow to look after his dad, to make him well, to restore their family to a nice little hoopy-poopy nuclear unit?

Good.

Boring.

Come on.  Just a little bit of a diversion from the obvious would be nice.