Things are just rosy for Estelle and Wilbutt, and here’s Mary doling out all sorts of platitudes for a despondent Iris, who has moved back to the hell that is Charterstone. How long Iris will tolerate it is anyone’s guess. She may be pregnant and/or menopausal and/or hypothyroidic, but even she has a limit.
The opinion that “Mary is a good listener.” is dubious at best.
Of course, Mary just has to bring in Zak to counsel Iris. But it’s not like Mary knows everything (you evil bitch).
At last Zak convinces the menopausalpregnanttruly scary Iris to see a Real Doctor, and the news is actually pretty good!
And now it’s time to return to the drudgery of everyday life in mid-century Scottsdale, where it still manages to snow at least three times each winter, just so Dolly can wear her stupid winter hat…
Looks like Mommy got a good start on the New Year by making sure the melonheads know where her limitations are…
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Well, nothing has been said about finishing up this current storyline (and Mark misses out on the family holidays yet again), but dang it, he has things to do! People to educate! Cool things like that! And if the story wraps up rather quickly, I’ll be blaming Dr. Camel anyway!
It seems that this particular storyline is winding down (there was a hint of it when the artist was being interviewed on a podcast), so even if there’s no earth-shattering kaboom! of a climax, let’s just move on. I’ll miss Libby, though, and hope she makes occasional appearances (like Dawn or Toby or Fat Bastard Professor…).
My personal opinion is that neither Mark nor “Ha-Haw” Camel ever outgrew the “girls are icky!” phase of development. OTOH, nothing that Mark nor Camel has done or said suggests that they’re sniping at one another.
These two can continue dissing, Genie, but an abandoned way-station is suddely a lot more interesting…
And, personally, I like David Hurst’s (on FB’s Readers of the Comic Curmudgeon) take on the exploitation of indigenous people:
Someone also wondered if a Mark Trail / Mary Worth crossover was a sign of the Apocalypse.
I don’t know. I just don’t know.
But I digress from the dangerous danger — the perilous peril — the TERRIBLE TERROR that Mark and the hiking group find themselves in! At least the selfless Mingna might be able to help!
Thank you, noble third-world person!
Unfortunately, many third-world persons appear to look like every other third-world person…
And so much for the thrills and chills of escaping the Jaws of Death ™:
I’m pretty impressed that Mark filled up a panel nearly 50% with dialogue! Well, it had to be said.
I’m sure you’ll join me in guessing how all of this is going to pan out. It’s like getting underwear for Christmas gift (heck, at least Jewish parents run out of bright ideas for Chanukah on the seventh or eighth evening of gift-giving. But still!).
So off we go to vent at Mary and choke down some holiday cheer!
The problem with Mary’s fruitcake, like most fruitcakes, it take a millennium to gag down even a small amount…good thing Genie’s in town (ruthlessly stolen from Mark Trail!).
Sometimes you just have to soldier on, rather than following Mary’s advice about living in the past, over and over and over again. (Follow at your own peril.)
No, really!
So what have we learned from a week long of Mary bloviating? If you drifted off, here’s a Sunday recap!
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