Here's Mary fretting about the internet:
The best way to keep up with Mary Worth is via The Comics Curmudgeon:
Now we know why now why Mary shuns the Internet: it’s full of people, talking about their lives, unprompted by Mary’s probing questions, a prospect she finds completely ghastly.
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Speaking of ghastly, how about that combover?
WV: dippi - what that hairstyle is.
The New Yorker is the official magazine of the Overrated Hall of Fame.
The only thing it ever had that was worth a shit was Roger Angell writing about baseball and there hasn't been much of that lately.
I prefer Dr. Morgan to Mary Worth. But what on Earth will Berna do to curtail Dex's spending????
She is showing classic big sister behavior. Butt out Berna! You gave him the money, let him spend it as he sees fit.
I used to have an office on 44th St. between 5th and 6th in the 1980's when the New Yorker offices were over there and occasionally I would run into some of the staffers in the local watering holes.
Let me put it this way. Those douchenozzles make Ezra Klein look like Audie Murphy. Just sayn'
Hey since when do eggheads read the funny papers?
I call shenanigans.
Mary Worth is still going strong?! I didn't know. I miss her and Dr. Morgan.
Is Mary a mappie now?
Those douchenozzles make Ezra Klein look like Audie Murphy. Just sayn'
Audie Murphy was over a hundred years ago or something, so Klein wouldn't know anything about him.
Please don't bang your head on the glass. It contains a very rare Mary Worth in which she advises a friend to commit suicide.
What a Phd interested in the human condition should have been doing was watching American Idol. They had a whole bunch of new lame, halt and blind contestants to tug on you heartstrings.
They had Colombia I escaped from Nacor Terrorist but I still have nice tits girl.
Been in a car accident and I have more scars than Joan Rivers guy.
Squeaky voiced hippie nobody heard me yell fire in a crowed theatre girl so my house burned down.
And vaugely autistic tourettes fucked up haircut rocker dude.
A true cross section of America only equaled in a Todd Browning flick.
Tonight is Hollywood round where all the people who got by on a pass get dumped and their dreams get shattered as they weep and pee themselves.
It's gonna be craptastic.
The cartoons in the New Yorker are generally far better than Mary Worth.
well we are turning into a nation of sickos..everyone with some malady or neurosis or other.
Some predictions for the top ten.
Deep voiced Randy Travis clone kid.
Squeaky vocied hippie chick because when she played her guitar she sounded like Leon Redbone with a vagina.
Mohawk dead musician father tourrettes rocker dude.
One of the cute blond teenage girls so Steven Tyler will stay awake to perve on....perve on....perve on...perve on till you dreams come true.
Hispanic take off his shirt over compensating Ricky Marting guy.
And of course my choice for the win....wheelchair fiance guy.
Trooper, I met a young female fact checker from the New Yorker while I was mountain biking in Denali. She was miserable in her little tent and from too many black fly bites but cute in her own mousey sort of way. After a few shots of Jim Beam and some conversation, I managed to cheer her up. I suspect she might have been obnoxious back in New York, but she was nice enough out of her element. I got her to the train the next morning and I hope she had a good time.
I found Gopnik's article too inflated, even to skim.
So, I jumped to the final paragraph, where he seems to conflate a toaster and toast as "contraptions" in drawing a distinction with butter.
Thoughts are bigger than the things that deliver them. Our contraptions may shape our consciousness, but it is our consciousness that makes our credos, and we mostly live by those. Toast, as every breakfaster knows, isn’t really about the quality of the bread or how it’s sliced or even the toaster. For man cannot live by toast alone. It’s all about the butter.
Tell that to Gabrielle Giffords.
The only thing it ever had that was worth a shit was Roger Angell writing about baseball...
I always kinda liked The New Yorker's cartoons.
So Fred4Pres you were the guy!
Man she was talking about you for years dude. It got to the point that when she started in on talking about that everyone would walk out of O'Lunneys and head for Jimmy's Corner.
Thanks pal.
Trooper:
Murphy was like almost as old as the Constitution so pussyboy Ezra will disavow needing to know about Murphy's heroics.
Trooper, glad I made an impression on her!
G Joubert said.....
I always kinda liked The New Yorker's cartoons.
Shirley you jest!
Mainstream comedies do whole episodes about how those cartoons are not funny and nobody can understand them!
They are typical of elitist New York humor that everyone pretends is funny but really just sucks like Woody Allen, Richard Belzer and the douchnozzle who used to do those stupid cartoons in the Village Voice.
Pretentious claptrap.
Oh and sorry I called you Shirley.
You got me all riled up.
The only thing it ever had that was worth a shit was Roger Angell writing about baseball...
Peter Schjeldahl is really very good on the art scene.
But otherwise, I completely agree. Most of it is unreadable.
There must be a word that means smug, but moreso. Smug 11.
Mary Worth is still around? Jeez, in which universe, the one where Archie is married to Betty or the one where he's married to Veronica? I thought she'd long since gone the way of Gasoline Alley and Pogo. (No offense, Pogo!)
Now, if you really wanted to talk about irrelevant comics, you'd have to go with Doonesbury, which hasn't been relevant since before the fall of communism and completely jumped the shark around 2001.
Hey since when do eggheads read the funny papers?
Only when they can do so ironically.
Truth be told, my enjoyment of curmudgeon's ironic readings did lead me to find gocomics.com, and I now most every day enjoy an almost entirely unironic morning read of some choice strips. My favorite new one being Brewster Rockit.
WV: habusers. Well, that does pretty much describe most comics these days. ha!-abusers.
Comic Book Guy wrote (via Treacle): Please don't bang your head on the glass. It contains a very rare Mary Worth in which she advises a friend to commit suicide.
If it were not for the comfort of malted milk balls my life would not be worth living. Huzzah.
habusers = habitual users = addicts = followers of Mary Worth.
This is you brain (view of common egg). This is your brain on Mary Worth (view of balut)
Any questions?
The cartoons in the New Yorker are generally far better than Mary Worth.
The cartoons in the New Yorker are generally far better than the articles.
Mary Worth?
Wow, talk about the undead...
Trooper,
You're kidding right? Not funny? Can't understand? GMAB.
Example--counselor to patient: "Making you happy is out of the question, but I _can_ help you find a compelling narrative for your misery."
Or: [Cowboys sitting around the campfire, one of them has just risen and shot one of his buddies] "He was cooking _zucchini_!"
Or: [my alltime favorite, a couple sitting in front of a desk of a gentleman with law-degree diploma on the wall]: "We'd like to sue for $15 million, but we're not sure who or for what."
Priceless, all.
Shirley Kirk you must be joking?
You call that funny?
I guess my taste runs in a different direction.
I prefer the Flintstones because well
Betty Rubble is a dirty girl.
Clyde: I thought she'd long since gone the way of Gasoline Alley and Pogo. (No offense, Pogo!)
Gasoline Alley is still around!
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