Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Tomorrow is Another Day

Well, we've come to what I can only hope is the nadir of activity/interest/relevance in Apartment 3-G: Tommie knocking on a door alone and no one answering. Hoo boy. No where to go but up, I guess. I mean, if there weren't those thought bubbles there, this would be nothing.
But maybe that's the point. Maybe it's meant as a zen koan: if Tommie knocks on a door and no one answers, does it make a sound?


Good morning, everyone! Did everyone have a nice Memorial Day weekend? Or, for our friends outside the United States, did everyone have a nice weekend followed by a Monday? Let's see how the good times rolled for Tommie and Aunt Iris.

Saturday, May 28th, 2011
First there was this exciting exchange. "Run along, Tommie dear." "See you later, Aunt Iris." It would've spiced up the dialogue if one of them admitted that OH MY GOD, THE GIANT HAND, HE'S HOLDING THE DOOR CLOSED, THERE'S NO ESCAPE, TELL PRISSY I LOVE HER

Monday, May 30th, 2011Tuesday, May 31st, 2011

And now, two full days of Aunt Iris' mesmerizing, edge-of-your-seat phone call to her sister Susan! They're like oil and water, but they share on thing in common: the need for speed!! /Tommie. Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing Tommie's mom, just to see how this family can get any dowdier.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Gypsys, Tramps and Thieves

Gypsy? Iris, you're not wearing a headscarf or carrying a crystal ball. You're also not trying to tell me my fortune/give me a twig in front of a major European tourist attraction, so I don't think you're a gypsy. I mean you're so reliable and stable that you've been given full responsibility for Prissy the Wonder Cat. Don't be so dramatic, Justin Bieber...I'm sorry, I mean Tommie.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Look Into My Eyes...

Iris may not have magic powers, but something is going on with Tommie in that second panel. Look at her eyes.... no wait, don't look at her eyes. Creepy. I guess her magical hypnotic powers explain her ability to convince people she's talented or useful in any way. But I don't think there should be a question mark there. She's really willing Iris to promise her whatever she wants...

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

One Wish

Tommie's just covering her tracks. She did have one wish, and she used it to get all her clothes back from I Dressed in the Dark. Also, her Tommie: Maureen O'Hara's character from Miracle on 34th Street called, she wants her personality back. OH SNAP!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

All According to Plan

Hello, loyal readers! Maggie has decided that she would like us to collaborate more on the blog, so starting today, I'll be taking over Tuesdays and Fridays. Please, be kind...

Oh Iris, you scheming little minx. What have you got up your canary yellow sleeve this time? Why are you wearing Rec Specs in your apartment? Do you have a racquetball court in there?

Why doesn't Rick's studio have a piano? I guess the bells and whistles are actual bells and whistles and nothing else. "Ok Tommie, let's take it from the first whistle solo..." It seems silly to move a giant piano across town, but I guess that means that we shan't be rid of Mr. Linski just yet.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Bells and Whistles

Nothing quite says "I don't get new technology" than calling it "bells and whistles." I hope this is going to be a week long exploration of cool new technomological gadgets like mp3s, touch screens, and the click wheel.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Perfect Timing

This had potential to be another pointless Saturday strip, but you know who can turn any boring situation around? Here's a hint: there's a framed picture of her on the wall. THAT'S RIGHT, Prissy the Wonder Cat!! She's done being orange for now, and she's anxious to get on the phone with Tazer Lady. I bet Prissy has a British accent, the adorable little scamp.

Friday, May 20, 2011


"Also, do you mind if I hand-dip you in resin and preserve you for all time in the TV room?"

Actually, Paul's mom seems normal(ish), which of course is deeply disappointing. Would it kill you to lash out at Paul or have a million cats or something? Maybe cook up a canary for dinner? Something!

Thursday, May 19, 2011


I don't know, I'm getting a bad feeling about this...call it a hunch. Advice for Lu Ann: if Paul parks at the Bates Motel, I would beg off. Although it will probably be too late for you at that point anyway.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of updates, I've been in and out of the area and Blogger has been wonky lately. It was completely down for a while, and it wiped a bunch of recent comments, so sorry if your comic insights were wrongfully expunged. It wasn't me, I swear!

On to today's comic:

Wow, everyone's taking this bouquet thing a little too seriously, wouldn't you say? The salmon doublemint twin has a hint of a smile ("I should humor him, he must be in one of those softball teams for adults with special needs"), but everyone else agrees on the grave importance of the bouquet. Lu Ann's especially grim look communicates that she knows Paul is going to translate his inappropriate catch into a wedding proposal in the near future, which she'll be too nice to reject outright. Sorry, Lu Ann! On the upside, what's his is yours, including that swell murder shack.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The Dark Horse Blogger

Hello loyal blog followers! So Maggie and Casey have dropped the ball here the past few days, so I thought I would swoop on in do a little updating so you guys don't fall behind in these AMAZING storylines!

Friday, May 14th

Margo, he's not crying, it's just the fumes from his yellow onion suit making his eyes water. Or those decorative yellow onions behind you.

Oh boy, here it comes, the end of Paul. He's stayed too long, he's gotten attached. It's the death knell for male supporting characters in a strip that has featured three women living together for the past 40 years. At least he can take solace in the fact that odds are he won't die in a Himalayan avalanche. I wonder, dear readers, how he will meet his end? A freak piano moving accident? Construction accident at his remote shack?

Monday, May 16th

Wow, that was a quick wedding. I guess the illustrator had a hand cramp or something and didn't feel like going to all that trouble for these secondary characters. Doris looks like she's just been crowned Queen of the Frumpy Librarians. I wonder what the one important thing is? Is it to recommend a good "De-Purpling" clinic for the guests? Maybe everyone but Jack and Doris went through that lilac door and were irrevocably changed.

Tuesday, May 17th

What the what? Alright, let's start at the beginning. Mmm, that dress just gets better and better with each new angle. Doris, after the wedding, I would recommend that you see a doctor to remove that growth from your shoulder, as well as put it back in its socket. Now, I don't know know what kind of "modern" reception these crazy kids are having, but generally the men aren't invited to participate in the bouquet toss. A plausible explanation is Paul was just near the dance floor, and Doris lost control of the toss when her arm fell out of its socket. You would think he would have let it go past him so that one of the desperate, single, lilac women could catch it. Or just let LuAnn catch it. The only logical conclusion is that Doris threw the bouquet so hard that she dislocated her own shoulder. It was wild throw, and Paul instinctively reached up and plucked those white roses out of thin air. Either way, it's further evidence that Paul is going to join Eric Mills at the big gallery in the sky.

Thursday, May 12, 2011


SHE'S TALKING ABOUT SEXY TIMES, LU ANN. Jeez. Margo will probably veil in in talk about Trey giving her strength to move past the Tibet Fiance Avalance Disaster, but we all know what Trey has really given Margo. And it's X-rated.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Aw, Sweet Innocent Lu Ann

I'm pretty sure we're all thinking the same thing here. Date sometimes... is that what they're calling it these days? (These days probably being more like 30 years ago.) I knew you had it in you, Margo.

Apologies for the quick and dirty post, I'm rusty with my A3G posting. I just noticed Maggie hasn't posted in a couple of days and figured I'd help her out. Maybe she's off on some adventure or vacation or being discovered by a crazy music producer with a ridiculous beard, or something, I don't know. (That's probably a sign I should keep in better touch with my friends.)

Monday, May 9, 2011


It took me a full five minutes to figures out that this isn't a random wedding. Lu Ann and Margo must be gearing up for the blessed union of Jack and Doris! I don't know how it could've slipped my mind. Maybe because neither of them has been mentioned since September. This means I missed the bachelorette party, doesn't it? Rats.

Friday, May 6, 2011


Empty promises, Margo? That's so like you.

Thursday, May 5, 2011


Trey, don't lie. You talked to Margo about where the money's coming from. Or don't you remember this little conversation?
Anyway, thank goodness Margo's coming to crash this party. There's only so many times I can point out STU IS NOT IN THE ROOM, why did they bother setting it up like he would be??

Wednesday, May 4, 2011


"Get this, I'm sleeping with her!"

Stu, chime in any time with some pearls of wisdom. ...Stu?

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Creative Choices

Stu and Karl are both very interested in Trey's career, and Stu has proven his interest by leaving the room immediately. It gets crowded in there with three people, I'm sure he just wanted Trey to feel comfortable. His mysterious disappearance probably has nothing with the free soft pretzels on the third floor this afternoon.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Preparing for a Meeting Comics

May 2, 2011Lex Luthor and a balding Richard Nixon talk about having a meeting, kicking off what is sure to be a fascinating week of salary negotiations and opportunities for professional growth. Hold on to your t-squares, kids!