Honest to Pete! Mary Worth plays psychiatrist! Dr. Mike plays patient!
And, dang it, if he’s playing his role just a little too well. (Yes, the histrionic gestures are just as they appear in the strip.)
Still, Mary slogs on in the windmills of Mike’s mind…
Can a real Love Connection be far behind? (Don’t forget the Miracle Whip!)
Who would’ve guessed that the umpteenth edition of ‘The Keanes Go to the Beach’ theme would still have comedy pyrite gold buried way down deep?
[CC’s Motorposus went through the archives at the official FC website and found the first printing (heck, maybe it’s a copy of an earlier strip, too) of the 25 July 2010 strip: it’s dated 18 July 1976! NOTHING is different expect for changing Mommy’s hair-do! How freakin’ lazy and shameless do you have to be to pull a stunt like this and pass it off (and get paid for) a 34-year-old strip?! I’ll bet I spent more time mashing this little piece to make it somewhat funny. I’m sure any changes in the color of umbrellas and other incidentals was done independently, by the current generation of color monkeys, too: http://www.familycircus.com/files/70/images/760718.gif. /rant]
(The original was just Jeffy complaining about the water temperature.)
It’s not enough that Dr. “Mike,” psychiatrist lies down on his own couch, complaining of a heavy case load (22 July 2010).
No, indeed, let’s have Mary take a seat next to him and start pontificating on Freud! (23 July 2010) I am not making this up.
This, on the other hand, I am totally making up:
This quiet little moment between mother and daughter, Edie and Juliette, is only going to be followed by another five months (minimum) of Edie dealing with Brain-Dead Bill.
Hence, a much-hoped for end:
Oh, ho. It was too much to ask for.
An end.
A simple, sweet, end.
Today’s strip brings us more hand-jive, which I’ve omitted. No, you don’t need to thank me — it was cool the first two times, and now it’s become more trite than signature. Anyway…
Dr. Roberts (“Please, call me ‘Mike’.”) really does ask Mary leave to lie down. Prelude to an interlude?
Nah.
But Rex carries on! (He’s a doctor, you know.)
Yep. Rex really and truly mentioned leprosy…
Funky lives to see another day. Maybe he’s learned something from his near-death experience.
Nah.
The only people that your scary fake sea monsters are going to get is “Ida Know” and “Not Me,” who richly deserve all the pain that fake jellyfish stings and tainted calamari salad can provide. Right, Big Daddy?
Usually I love the Sunday 9 Chickweed Lane (aside from the occasional Thorax sighting), probably because it tends to say less and show more (i.e., I can just sit back and admire Brooke’s work of slinking, silly cats, or beautiful young things dancing, or swimming, or stretching, minus the words). Maybe it’s the sturm und drang from the last decade’s worth of weekday strips that’s wearing me down, but today’s strip (a Sunday strip, of all things!) just set my teeth on edge.
I feel much better now.
