It’s bad enough when Mary Worth goes to bat for some figure-skating diva, trying to educate the petulant, self-serving coach-father in the wise ways of drawing the best out of his charge, only to have her best-laid plans scuttled.
Damned, inconsiderate kids.
The innocent question of “What’s Mary seeing in the clouds?” just turned into an attendant boozefest and cross-country hallucination for Mrs. Worth. I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
I hate being held hostage by Mary and her culinary disasters, but Rex is just floating around in a boat! I demand that
Failing that, I am forced to snark Mrs. Worth. The horror. The horror.
Another day, another failure to deliver by Rex. Or Sam Driver. Or Mark.
Mary comes through again, like an avenging angel.
Wow, that shadow really has Mary cowed! The mysterious, the vague — they all contribute to a sense of foreboding (well, except for The Phantom, who might be a little more menacing aside from his penchant for wearing purple leotards). I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for That Shadow, though…
Duh-duh-DUHHHH!!!!
Actually, I love the idea of something managing to catch the omniscient Mary off-guard…and no one would suspect Mooncattie.
Not that this is as great as Follett’s The Pillars of the Earth, or any of Clancy’s novels — putting this together was as long and tedious as reading one of those things. Still, I think it had to be done, anything to explain the look of sheer and utter panic on Mary’s otherwise Botoxed calm demeanor.
Win: the Toby identity-theft snoozefest is over!
Lose: a high-powered, over-controlling parent storyline is about to begin! Who will be able to save sweet, bulemic, figure-skating girl? And who will be dragged, kicking and screaming, along for the ride in the Meddlemobile?
Huzzah! After a three months’ long phishing trip that only Rex Morgan could truly appreciate, it seems the identity-theft story-arc in Mary Worth is finally winding down. Two weeks of agonizing on Toby’s part (with a good dollop of Mary’s platitudes tossed in) results in Toby deciding to ‘fess up to Ian as to why she hasn’t retiled the kitchen in an artistic, Toby-worthy fashion.
Whew! A lot of action! A lot of polyester! What more can I say?
Wasn’t the alien Dax in charge of Security in the Star Trek: Deep Space Nine series? Or slept with someone in charge of Security? Something like that?
It seems Dax has retired to Santa Royale, had her spots lasered off, and is living a comfortable life at Charterstone — except when Mary Worth blabs about her knowledge of security issues and identity theft!
The current storyline plods ahead. It isn’t any more interesting than banner ads for Free Security Scans (aside from Toby going histrionic from time to time), and that the introduction of “Ms. Terry Bryson” elicited a flurry of Star Trek and soft-core porn film commentary.
Me? I just went for the poo joke.
Woo hoo and Huzzah to the Comics Curmudgeon’s own angry kem! This is all her doing!
[Update: angry kem has her very own blog now that gets medieval on the comics that deserve it (and there’s a metric buttload of them). Check out her mashups and medieval philosophy on the likes of the Keanes, Pattersons, et al. , at “Japes for Owre Tymes,” on my blogroll/links list.]
