Unpredictable

WHOA, is second-panel Tommie a tribute to Aaron Williams' subtle gesture in 7 Days in Hell? I mean, of course she's not, someone who draws ladies in turtlenecks and blazers--in July no less--is probably not up to speed on the latest HBO mockumentaries, but Frank should know an obscene gesture when he draws one.

P.S. this conversation has happened at least twice already, I'm over it.

Where is Margo?

Wait, we've gone from the apartment to outside to the M+M Agency, with no assist from a narration box? And how does Lu Ann know about Greg being in town? Did Margo vent about their encounter in some kind of stream of consciousness swear-laden monologue in the apartment?

Man, I give up trying to force logic onto this. I'm just going to sit around the office pinching my chin like Lu Ann.

One-Sided Conversation

Another day, another character talking to themselves on the corner of Main Street, USA sorry, midtown Manhattan. = And of course the professor is right. You don't give away a stake in Manhattan real estate! 

Refused

WELP I GUESS THAT DRAMA'S OVER! Nice try at leaving A3G by... giving away part of an apartment? Still a little unclear if we're talking about her room in A3G or her 33% stake of the apartment building. Whatever, it was never going to happen. This deflating announcement, made to no one but the New Guinea impatiens, actually made me laugh out loud this morning, so kudos to keeping the comics comic.

Lost in Thought Out on the Street

Friday July 24, 2015

Saturday July 25, 2015

Enough real talk. Let's get back to Margo musing to herself while bumping around Ye'Town, the newest, hippest and yellowest neighborhood in Manhattan!

End of the Line

Tuesday, July 21

Wednesday, July 22

Thursday, July 23

First of all, gross. Those are your parents, Margo!

Secondly, really, so it's just that easy? I was really hoping for some mob-like behavior and/or wacky spy capers, but I suppose it's about that time in the A3G story line cycle. Keep all of the boring and repetitive crap going waaaaaaayyy too long, and then avoid any kind of satisfying ending, being sure to keep any remotely exciting scenes off-panel. 

Well, on to adventures in real estate with Lu Ann now, I suppose. No need for any explanation about the weeks of insanity we've been subjected to. 

Disappear

Now we're talking. This is Margo's mobbiest threat of violence ever!

Glad they're continuing this conversation inside, as per the National Weather Service's heat advisory for Manhattan! Responsible move, ladies.

Price Gouging

Fun fact.  In 1960, which is probably a good guess for the setting of this strip, $250,000 would be worth $1,996,700.98.  That's like a lesser Kardashian sister budget. 

The Biggest Rip-Off of All

Wednesday July 15, 2015

Thursday July 16, 2015

Friday July 17, 2015

The biggest rip-off of all...... is easy to achieeeeeeeve... learning to love your rip-off, is the biggest rip-off, of all.

Sorry, I have to do that every time, I guess.

So Margo is BACK, everyone. I guess she just needed a receptive target for her sass, and who better than her old superstitious immigrant mother, who is so susceptible to outside influence that she's literally afraid a psychic might cast a spell on her. Like Diane Devine is a wizard or a cursed monkey's paw or something. (That's just how she was brought up, okay guys?)

I'm thinking that rescuing her mother from a flimflamming shyster is just the ego boost Margo needs to deny her past sociopathic behavior and eschew professional help! Eh, guys? Ehhh??

Meanwhile on Main Street U.S.A

Yea, you probably should forget the whole thing.  The money you were going to spend on this shindig is much better spent getting Margo to an orthodontist.   She's going to need a bite corrector and braces.  Not that I'm intimately familiar with correcting horrible overbites or anything.

A Strong Woman

Don't know where Gabby got the impression that she's strong, because she certainly doesn't read that way. Maybe eccentric, or naive, or possible moody. But strong? Wouldn't be my first choice of words.

Someone Sane

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING! Is Margo seriously sitting down on the streets of Manhattan? Is Gabriella really there, or is it a figment of her imagination? Wasn't Margo's mom a big part of what was driving her crazy in the first place? How does Margo keep bumping into people she knows on the streets on Manhattan? What were those two panels with some random stranger about—not the somewhat familiar stranger, just the totally one-off stranger? I mean, what was the point?

We've thrown the phrase "lucid fever dream" around and only been a little serious about it, but now I'm really serious about it. There is no other way to explain the narrative content and the artwork. How can this storyline end without a serious discussion of Margo's mental state?

Give It Up—No One Cares!

That's the Margo we know and love! You let this considerate stranger know what city he's in! You tell him to give it up—no one cares about... him... being considerate? In Manhattan? Or just helpfulness in general? I don't know, but "Give it up—no one cares!" is kind of a great thing to say when you want to terminate the conversation, no matter what the context!

Friend: I was so sorry to hear about the passing of your cat Mittens.
Me: Give it up—no one cares!
Friend: Uh... sorry? Have a nice day, miss?

Taxi driver: That'll be $12.40.
Me: Give it up—no one cares! (jumps out of the car, runs for it)

Grocer: Paper or plastic?
Me: Give it up—no one cares! (goes back to texting)
Grocer: (hesitantly chooses paper)

Boyfriend: I think we should start seeing other people.
Me: Give it up—no one cares!
Boyfriend: Uh...
Me: (grabs purse) I'll call you tomorrow.

Thank Goodness I Lied

Oh my god, it's a Mobius strip of old white guys who want to know if Margo's all right. Is it okay for this old white guy to ask, but not the other old white guy? Is it because she has a thing for Jimmy Durante? Ha cha cha!

Oh, and thanks, thought bubble, for clearing up that Margo super doesn't have any clients. I think Skyler is more qualified to represent herself than Margo is at this point. And that's saying something!

Heck to the No!

I mean, I totally get why Margo is annoyed (about this, not her other outbursts).  If some random stranger was creeping around outside of my apartment/office building and answering all my questions in cryptic non-answers, I'd probably get pretty irked and shout a sassy comeback like "talk to the hand!" or whatever the kids are saying these days.

BUT WHY WOULDN'T SHE FIND OUT HIS NAME?!?!  Just for the sake of ending this loop of mystery man interaction/verbal beration of co-worker or loved one/complaining about planning her mother's wedding that we've been stuck in for months.  Lather, rinse, repeat.

Drive Me Nuts

Aw man. I thought that this crazy hat-wearing dude was Greg Cooper, in costume for some indie film being shot in NYC, and that Margo didn't recognize him because it COULDN'T be Greg, it just couldn't! But now that she's actually bumped into Greg and knows he's in the city, it's really unlikely she wouldn't be able to see through the old baking-soda-in-the-hair trick.

My second guess was that it would be Eric Mills (of "The Mills Gallery" fame), back from the dead after that avalanche in Tibet because, ha ha ha, no one in soap operas actually dies in avalanches, they just need some time to dig themselves out! But it's pretty unlikely that Margo wouldn't recognize her former fiance whose name she was mumbling in her sleep not too long ago. Unless his injuries from the avalanche required extensive reconstructive surgery?? Avalanches can do that, right?

Special shout out to Kibo in the comments for predicting drive me nuts.

Breath of Stale Air

Margo thrives in low oxygen environments like the high altitude apex predator that she is.  Is this supposed to be the random silver fox sphinx in tan suit that Margo thought she knew in February and then later in April?!?!  How is this series of interminable, unrelated vignettes even qualifying as a storyline?

No Buts

Thursday July 2, 2015

Friday July 3, 2015

Um so I'd say this storyline is definitely trending dark now. The crazy awkward phrasing of "I'm going to wish I had a gun to shoot myself" makes it more weird and sinister. And I mean, we all knew Margo was a sociopath, but severing every meaningful relationship with no emotional breakdown or catharsis? I can't see a reasonable plotline that doesn't involve therapy.

Luckily, the girls one and only friend happens to be an amateur therapist! Paging Apartment 3H!

Argh!!

CHARITY???! Lu Ann, you fool! Don't you know that's one of Margo's trigger words?? I think we can all expect Kill Bill levels of violence to break out at this point. That, OR, more yelling and crying?