Frankly, we don’t know how long ago Mary Worth’s childhood was, and we can only wish it were far, far away. Still plagued with platitudes it is, yes…
I think this particular horse has been beaten to death…maybe the next pre-nuptial adventure will be hiring a caterer! Or a band! Oh, heck, now that Liz has the Wedding Gown of Her Dreams (or at least the Wedding Gown of Everyone’s Elses Dreams), perhaps it’s time to exact some vengeance on her hapless bridesmaids.
There was a lot of speculation and discussion whether her grandmother’s wedding dress was accurate for the time period in which Jim and Marian married: the general consensus was that it was about as plausible as little Mary Worth and her little friend Cathy galavanting around in 70s fashions. No, not the 1870s. In the meantime, I abandoned the whole period wedding dress issue and put Liz in an oh-so-sexy, retina-burning, 50’s-vintage sheer black gown, as offered by eBay (where all the trendy brides shop), for Something Special to wear on her wedding night.
Yes, I was, a few posts below with Andy the Wonderdog, I did this some time ago when Big Hair Grandma Keane had dug into her “Grandma’s Big Book of Cloying Sayings to Needlework” and was spouting something to Jeffy about love and wings (or love and wings and nuts and berries and other bits of forest detritus). Ah…the original showed Jeffy flapping his arms like a lunatic while telling Big Daddy Keane and Thel, “Grandma says parents should give their children love and wings.”.
Other than retorting that parents should give Grandma a good, swift kick, I’ll just mention that 20% of mammalian species are bats. Cool fact, huh? Feel free to toss it about at your next cocktail party. I loved my Mammalogy class (yay to Dr. Cockrum and Ronnie and Yar!). Bats are just perfect, and you shouldn’t tamper with perfection.
On the other hand, Jeffy and the rest are open for ridicule.
While there’s a slight detour in the action, with June taking Abbey to the vet and answering Sarah’s questions about MRSA (or is that the other way around? Abbey is a pretty cunning canine), I’ll recap some of the more exciting (woo) action from the past week…
I think this was based on the cover of one of the countless collections. It needed help. Well, I thought it needed help, or the characters needed help (nudge nudge wink wink say no more).
All right, I’m going to repeat myself here, just because I think this distills the true essence of Andy, and all dogs. If Mark Trail really were a nature strip, the basic doggyness of the canine clan would be put right out there, upfront and unashamed! (Right, Andy? Who’s a good boy? Do you want to run and get help? Do you want to fly the plane? Do you want to win the Nobel Peace Prize?)
Where does the time go? A massive tip o’ the sombrero to the clairvoyant Dean Booth from CC!
After the last few weeks of Mary Worth’s pontificatin’ and platitudizin’, I feel like I’ve been in a bomb shelter. Is this particular story arc (such as it is) over? Is the radiation level at an acceptable level?
I couldn’t get really worked up over this, but here are a few attempts in response to little Mary’s dreadful upbringing, having Mother Hubbard as a parent (I’m pleased with my little salute to Spring, even if Mary said nothing about it — rather like the Foobiverse missing April’s birthday (geez, birthdays are important to teens!) and suddenly being confronted with the possibility of being touched by another human being!
…particularly if we’re talking about Sam Driver. Does he ever start?
I really enjoyed doing these. As a rule, I have no clear idea where a snark strip is going to go (that might be painfully obvious, I dunno), but if the illustrations look tempting, I’ll give things a try. My gosh, how can you resist Sam’s face and his stretching? I’ll bet Gloria is one of those people at family reunions who always ruins a group photo by closing her &#*#& eyes, too! Every. single. time!
It doesn’t hurt that so many clever comments are made at CC that it can be pretty easy to follow a lead or a turn of phrase. I try to credit folks who have inspired a post, and if I miss someone, I apologize.
The morning orientation. Of course Rex is at the hospital; I think there’s a law or something that prohibits the use of that shade of green in any environment other than a medical one. You’d think the cafeteria would be spared of having to use it…
