Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Nothing Looks Familiar

When you wander the streets of Manhattan in all-consuming cloud of rage, there's only one of two places you're going to wind up: the top of the Empire State Building, or Diner. I'm so glad we're at Diner! No need for an absurdly long menu, I already know what I want: coffee, ice water, and mashed potato marshmallows in beef gravy, served in a bowl. Pie on the side. Thelma. you've gone back to your natural color and I have to say, you look exquisite.

11 comments:

Barking Monkey said...

With a nod to The Doors "People are Strange":

Margo feels strange/ the story is stranger/
Thanks to Miss Clairol Thelma’s got back her tone/
Psychics are wicked/ but Margo’s undaunted/
Diane Devine’s Thieven’, Margo will put down

When you’re strange, 3G plots addle your brain
When you’re strange, Thelma remembers your name
When you’re strange, When you’re strange
When you’re strange

Allen said...

Barking Monkey, bravo!!! That was awesome!

What the heck is up with this plot?? Maybe Thelma is drugging her meals...

Kibo said...

> When you wander the streets of Manhattan in all-consuming cloud of rage, there's only one of two places you're going to wind up: the top of the Empire State Building, or Diner.

Or, since this is pre-2001 New York, she could wind up on top of the World Trade Center like Tom Hanks in "Rona Jaffe's Mazes & Monsters". Margo has lost her mind and is now permanently insane because, in college, she once played a game with DICE, an as Ned Flanders will tell you, dice are wicked!

Movie clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6AOd6r6Qi8

If you're skeptical about my "Rona Jaffe's Mazes & Monsters" theory, bear in mind that Rona Jaffe's first novel, "The Best of Everything", was the direct inspiration for a certain comic strip about some female roommates in mid-century New York.

fauxprof said...

Kibo, Margo doesn't just live in pre-2001 New York, she lives in pre-1960 New York. So, it's the Empire State Building, and the Automat could be a viable alternative to Diner. Or, she could check into the Plaza and have a heart-to-heart with Eloise.

molly said...

I love Diner! My favorite place to eat when in City. Top-rated on Zagat's.

But, I have to say... Pie on the side? On the side?? At Diner, they serve all food in a bowl, together. Only scotch comes on the side.

Kibo said...

> Kibo, Margo doesn't just live in pre-2001 New York, she lives in pre-1960 New York.

Okay, so maybe it's purely "The Best of Everything" rather than "Mazes & Monsters". I've only seen the movie adaptations of those books, but... "The Best of Everything" also involves (50-YEAR-OLD SPOILER ALERT) one of the gals losing her mind, wandering the streets, and then falling to her death. (Two of the gals have plotlines ending in tragedy, while the third gets promoted to Joan Crawford's job.)

I'm not saying I want Margo to wind up permanently insane like Tom Hanks or falling to her death like whatsherface, I'm just saying that's where the plot's going unless we stage an intervention. Where can I get those special pills that let me enter comic strips to save lives?

bwebster said...

I don't actually read the strip, but I follow the posts on it here and over at Comics Curmudgeon. I'm growing more convinced that either the three main characters have suffered a psychotic break or the current strip writer/artist pair have.

Carlye said...

What is wrong with our usually level-headed Margo, anyway? Maybe she's going to be the one who wanders the streets and falls to her death! Either that, or her cholesterol limit is going to go through the roof from eating at the Diner all the time, and she'll have a fatal heart attack.

fauxprof said...

Did anybody notice, a couple of days ago, when Margo actually entered Diner? Frank managed to scribble a background that looked vaguely like a food service establishment. Kudos, Frank! Of course, today, Friday, Margo and Thelma are back out in the street.

x-ray iris said...

EUREKA! Diana Devine has cast a spell 'pon Margo, and she's trippin' all the time now!

True Standish said...

Nothing says New York City in July like turtlenecks and blazers! You...look...mahvelous...er, sweltering!