we're back!!!!

We are so excited to be back at the Bum Boat!! For a minute there (ok like 2 weeks, regular time) things were hanging in the balance, and another visit to the very best restaurant in town seemed like a long shot, and the Hemingway Complex was bummed, but look! Everything is as it should be! I love how they never fail to show up for the senior special - their most romantic dates are at like 3 pm. Will they order shrimp scampi? Is the Bum Boat on stilts, or is it floating? Will Dr Corey's hair get grey again as the date wears on?

"Mistakes were made"

This strip is freaking out the Hemingway Complex, because: "Mistakes were made" is a phrase invoked by governmental bodies when it becomes obvious that they have done something unforgiveable, and they have to acknowledge it without actually apologizing or taking responsibility for it. (Ex: Ronald Reagan with the Iran-Contra affair, the Clintons during Whitewater, George Bush about the Iraq war, as well as Henry Kissinger, Ulysses Grant, Richard Nixon, John McCain, et al.) As regards dear Mary, is she parroting what she's been hearing on the news since she was young (the Grant administration), or is she actually admitting that her twisted love life has resulted in the deaths of thousands of innocent civilians?

And: is this actually Dr Corey? Because when did he dye his hair and get some clothes from this decade?

shrimp scampi

Sorry for the long pause; the Hemingway Complex is just now awakening from a coma of boredom brought on by Mary on her couch in an outfit for a month, the minx. It's good to be conscious again so that we can wake up on a Sunday morn and witness this:

Imagine waking up one day in Charterstone and having to forage for food in Mary's kitchen? Even the spice jars are empty. Only raw seafood , culled no doubt from tainted waters, leaves an infectious trail across the countertop. Thus Mary feeds. At least one person would be delighted to partake in this nightmare:

yawn

um, the hemingway complex is bored to death. the hemingway complex did not think anyone could be more boring than jeff. ooh your calendar is going to fill up with work obligations? that makes me want to go out with you so bad. sersly, call me.

also, mary could get some serious meddling done if she had access to the town council. i mean, that's power. the only way that this plot point could interest the hemingway complex again would be if Mary starts also dating his lame brother. was his brother the one that wore too-small sweatshirts? maybe he's more the bad boy type that this god-awfully boring strip needs.

Whoa

There's just something off about today's argument. It's not the goldenrod couch or the fuschia walls, and it's not Dr Jeff's sulky faces. I think it's Dr Jeff himself, standing up to Mary . . . after all these years of subservience . . . saying all the things we've been thinking . . .

Perhaps one of the artists responsible for the strip has gone away for the holiday weekend. Perhaps they've left the newbie in charge. All the slights and discarded ideas of the many months of toiling away drawing an aging, meddling creep are boiling over into sheer fury. Fury at the Mary Worth canon, at Saunders, and most of all, at Mary herself. She takes up a pencil and begins to sketch out a sweatsuit . . .

ummm, what?

well, the hemingway complex has not blogged for awhile (hope we have not lost our 2 readers forever!!!!), lulled into a stupor by days and days of the same cryptic, non-plot-advancing, non-revelations from mary worth. today's strip shocked the h.c. back into blogging by its very anti-climactic-ness. like, is that the best meddling you can do, mary worth? the h.c. thinks not!!! that was a sorry excuse for meddling. an un-respect-commanding threat to call security, then asking donna if that's ok? the h.c. expects more meddling! the h.c. would also like to see less too-small-sweatshirt-wearing, but that may be too much to ask. mary best step up her game, and pronto. otherwise, what was the point of the last month? that one non-event in her childhood inspired her to half-assed, ineffective quasi-meddling? the h.c. is unimpressed. where's dawn and what's his name?

WHAT?!

Oh my god, this is the dumbest thing the Hemingway Complex has ever read! What an outrage! All this time we've been waiting for the true story behind Mary's lifetime of meddlesomeness, and this is it? It doesn't even make any sense! It's like, I am who I am because of this formative experience in which nothing actually happened, though I will intimate that something horrible befell Cathy! Mary, you f-ing blueballer, let Toby go back to the party which has already lasted a month and see if they've gotten out the burgers yet.