Worse

Were things that bad? Were they? I mean, yes, your snoozy too-good-to-be-true British fiance died before anyone even met him, rendering your roommates incapable of truly understanding your grief and clouding their sympathy with mistrust (because really, you bagged a guy with a British accent?). Then there was your mental break where you kidnapped a fawn and raised it in a Manhattan, which couldn't  be healthy for anyone, least of all the deer. And also you were basically Margo's housekeeper in addition to being a nurse and a midwife and whatever else they used to let you do at the hospital. Plus that hair. That turtleneck. That everything. But I mean that was all pretty much normal Tommie! On the Tommie continuum, I wouldn't say we're rock bottom yet.

Surprises

Guuurrrrrllll.... I thought you were fired from that job? Why the present tense verb, girlfriend?

In the first panel, do you think Carol is horrified at the prospect of horses being bolted to a merry-go-round ("Is that what it's like in the big city?!") or super bored and yawning because this will just. not. end?

Playing Cowgirl

Hey everyone! Yesterday, my computer was rejecting the Google Blogger plug-in, making it impossible for me to sign in to the blog. Computer virus, or intervention? I don't know, but it's all fixed today, so here's Wednesday's comic a day late:

.......welp. That plug-in can break again for all I care. "Big Wheel" never even came up in Carol's story! No follow up on possibly the most charming old man in the strip since Hobotramp Dan. And now for the Act 2 in Not Looking at Each Other Theater: Exploitation, Exploitation on the Range.

Survivor

Look on the bright side, Carol.  You may have lost everyone you've ever loved, but your hair is full of volume in the first panel.  Or it's just slowly stealing it from Tommie.

In the alternate universe of my mind, the logical next panel would be Tommie and Carol drinking margaritas while lip-syncing into their hairbrushes a super cheesy girl power anthem about living, loving, surviving and thriving.  "I Will Survive" has been done, I'd take it back to 1999 with "Believe" by Cher.  You're welcome for that little earworm. 

Mini Breakdown

Come on, Carol. It's not a breakdown until you lash out physically against inanimate objects. What you actually experienced were "tequila tears," a not uncommon condition brought on by one or more margaritas combined with excessive needling from a second-tier friend. Just lie down, drink some water, maybe have a few crackers. You'll feel better soon.

Hard to Bear

Wait, someone left Tommie's presence emotionally beaten down and in tears?  Margo would be so proud!  Spending time with Tommie is almost as unbearable as commenting any more on this storyline.


If only Tommie's being able to see Carol's tears despite looking at the back of her head meant she had super human vision and not that Frank and Shulock can't draw/write cohesive action.

Poor Carol

Back when I started doing this blog, I wouldn't say the plots were that much better (okay, a little better), but there were always multiple irons in the fire, so if you ran into a slow patch of "Tommie avoiding that icky Gary guy" you could, say, switch to a few days of "Lu Ann being depressed in North Dakota!!" or a couple weeks of "Margo flies to Tibet and harasses some monks."

But this! This is just brutal. I don't even know what to say anymore. Maybe this blog should go on a vacation for a bit. At least until we switch to Margo, or one of these ladies moves from the spot they're rooted to, or Lily learns how to drive a car.