After 5 lbs of Rice Pudding...

Either Bobbie is acting like that overly dramatic girl from high school that I always hated, or this plot is about to twist in a major way, revealing that Bobbie is being chased by actual monsters. Or maybe both! Maybe Margaret Shulock has been inspired by the Twilight series into making a melodramatic sci-fi love story. I don't blame you, Margaret! Twilight is red hot right now! Plus it confirms my deep-seated suspicions that the Professor is actually a werewolf.

Margo v. Bobbie

Oh no no no no no, Bobbie. If you think you're going to steal the "poor little rich girl" title away from Margo, you're going to have to pry it from her cold dead hands.

And WHOA what has happened to the Professor's hand?!!

Bizarre Love Triangle

Nice, Velma. "The Professor comes here and chows down on lumpy rice pudding almost every day, but it's not like anyone was ever attracted to him before!" Meanwhile, in one panel, Bobbie has managed to physically insert herself between Velma and the Professor. Someone a little jealous, Bobbie?

Come for the Salibury Steak, Stay for the Rice Pudding

Saturday November 14, 2009

Monday November 16, 2009

Okay, I can see the Prof taking Bobbie out to some low-key hole in the wall with great atmosphere, or some hidden dance hall with live jazz, something to give this a little Jack Dawson/Rose DeWitt appeal. A cafeteria I was not expecting. Especially a cafeteria named Wardle's... isn't a wardle the red hangy thing on a turkey's beak? Okay, I might be making that up, but it still sounds gross. I love rice pudding as much as the next guy and my stomach would still lurch at the sight of a white, milky, lumpy bowl of RP served up by a guy (or gal) named Wardle. And yet the Professor comes here so often that the cafeteria lady flips out when he doesn't show up for a week.

Oh my God, I suddenly realized why she looks so familiar. The modest blond ponytail, the unnatural hysterics... is cafeteria lady actually Taser Lady??!

Why Yes I AM a Therapist!

Ha ha ha! Yes, we therapists certainly say that a lot. You know, since I'm a therapist and all! It's one of our "tricks of the trade," so to speak. Ha ha ha! Awesome. So, you don't want to pay to talk to me? Okay, what if I pay you to talk to me? Sounds great. Maybe afterwards I can walk you back to your hotel room and prevent you from having a drink!

Between the "Did you have a bad day?" and the "Do you want to talk about it?" I feel fairly confident that I myself could be a therapist too. If only I had an empty therapist's office to move into.

Did You Have a Bad Day?

In my unprofessional opinion, when someone admits she's projecting a falsely cheerful image because her solitary, provisional lifestyle has left her feeling hollow and spent, you can skip, "Did you have a bad day?" and go straight for, "What's wrong?" or "Sounds like someone needs more sleeping pills!"

This Can't be the Girlfriend. She's Invisible.

Oh please let it be Lu Ann. Oh please oh please oh please.

That said, those "photographs" look awfully undeveloped. Alex is pulling a risky Emperor's New Clothes move here, but it seems like it was a risk worth taking; Bobbie's too sleeping-pilled-and-boozed up to notice.