tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51433476888718862972024-03-23T06:14:51.958-04:00The Lovely Ladies of Apartment 3-GAre you a Margo, a Lu Ann, or a Tommie?Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.comBlogger1743125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-20482138674857655842015-11-22T15:52:00.001-05:002015-11-25T10:14:59.360-05:00So Smile, and Move On<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aww. So they really didn't plan anything for the last week! No final group picture, champagne glasses in hand, at the GabMar wedding. No <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Darling_(comic_strip)" target="_blank">John Darling-like</a> final twist with <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/search/label/Bobbie%20Merrill" target="_blank">Bobbie Merrill</a> shooting Martin. Just a random assortment of the week's panels that wouldn't make sense if you only read Sundays, and Margo coaching herself (and us all) to smile and move on. I guess that's appropriate. Although, wait, what the—what's going on in that final panel??<br />
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Huh? A dog?? We haven't seen a dog in the strip since <strike><a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/2014/08/a-happy-and-trusting-horse.html" target="_blank">Lily the brindle terrier</a></strike> ever! What does it mean? It seems unnaturally fixated on Margo. Is it absorbing her essence, with which to infiltrate another strip? Is Barksy going to have his own spin-off comic, maybe with Lampy and Taser Lady? Let the conspiracy theories commence...<br />
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But today, I suppose, isn't about theories. It's about celebrating the end of a 54-year-old comic strip. A strip that provided me, <a href="http://joshreads.com/?p=26183" target="_blank">Josh Fruhlinger</a>, and many others with daily entertainment for years. A strip that gave me the discipline to write every week, and a reason and to collaborate with college friends. And a strip that connected with an audience that wound up being funnier than me on many, many occasions.<br />
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In fact, on this, A3G's last day, and quite possibly this blog's final post, I wanted to share this piece of fan art from longtime reader/occasional commentator Molly. It encapsulates just about everything we loved about this strip:<br />
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A fitting ending indeed. Thanks Molly, and thanks again for reading, everyone.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-12335061348182865092015-11-21T11:23:00.000-05:002015-11-22T15:28:59.307-05:00Penultimate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And the story comes full circle, as Margo goes back to wandering the streets and muttering to herself. But she must be feeling better because she's turning her back on the man who left her and ordering her mouth to smile. Just like old times.<br />
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I'll miss you nondescript buildings and 1940s cars, but not as much as I'll miss primary color turtlenecks/blazers. Don't you change in the comics afterlife A3G. Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111607294806964209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-8886912212076452442015-11-20T13:55:00.002-05:002015-11-20T13:55:20.678-05:00Don't Cry, Mama<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Girl. No one brought up marriage but you.<br />
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So, I don't know why I held out hope for this long, but it looks like we're not going to get a decent conclusion on anything before the strip concludes November 22nd. I wouldn't be surprised if the Sunday strip is a recap with one text panel like "Thanks for reading for 50 years, byyyyyyye!" <br />
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Still, if this was just these are just the normal strips they had planned for the past few weeks, this has been a really abrupt ending to the year of anticipation built by Margo's wacky behavior. A very sudden Margo's-slow-burning-thyroid-disease-culminates-in-a-coma-oh-wait-the-coma's-over-she's-all-better arc. Maybe Frank and Margaret felt like "Okay, I've dedicated years of my life to this dumb thing and they just cut the cord, I'm not going to give everyone the satisfaction of a big happy ending, but we should at least make sure Margo is conscious for the last strip."<br />
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So, thanks for that, Frank and Margaret. And thanks for penning a strip I felt excited to read and laugh about every day. (Well, almost every day.) I'll miss writing this blog. Maybe Megan, Casey and I will collaborate on something else in the future, but for now, sayonara!Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-73384737244025667542015-11-19T11:06:00.001-05:002015-11-19T11:07:11.730-05:00Tears of Joy and Sadness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm so <i>sad</i> I could cry.<br />
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In the last months of this strip's existence, Margo has been reduced to a blithering mess, then in a coma, and then a blithering mess again. And now my very last strip is Margo-less (though frankly Gabriella could just be Margo with longer hair at this point), and background-less! No squiggle art to bid me adieu! No Lampy to help dry my tears. No drapes or random city streets appearing in the second panel to say good night! Just a void with maybe a little plant in the corner (? I think that's what that is?) mocking me!<br />
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Well, thanks all! It's been fun! Hopefully something happens in the next few days!Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13927422319915745295noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-9037710688896437612015-11-18T10:21:00.004-05:002015-11-18T10:21:57.667-05:00See Our Wedding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You... peeked? At what? Can one "peek" at a wedding the day before it happens? Oh god. Is the wedding going to be downstairs? Have they been living on the second floor of their house (their... Manhattan house? forget it, Martin probably lives in Wilton, Connecticut) this whole time while Thelma (THE WAITRESS FROM THE DINER, by the way) runs around the living room, blowing up balloons and hanging up streamers? Gosh, I hope she didn't drop the crystal punch bowl. And by "crystal punch bowl" I mean "bowl of pears."<br />
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We have three more strips left! I think that's enough time for 1. a wedding 2. an appearance by all three roommates, maybe not wearing collared shirts and 3. some implied conclusion to the Margo love triangle with whoever she brought as a date. I am not giving up hope yet!Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-63597206061813428572015-11-18T07:11:00.003-05:002015-11-18T10:22:27.237-05:00This is the End <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Burn! I'm so glad we fast forwarded 4 weeks to see that Gabby and Martin super procrastinated firing their wedding planner/psychic adviser/witch who cursed Margo with thyroid storm.<br />
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I'm still sad that Diane Devine was just a regular blouse wearing A3G world lady instead of a fabulous turban and caftan wearing caricature. But in the years of doing this blog, I've significantly lowered my plot and character development expectations.<br />
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As we are winding down with this strip, I just wanted to thank the readers and commenters for sticking with the blog and tolerating my feeble attempts every week. I've always enjoyed reading the comments, and they have made me laugh out loud. Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111607294806964209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-61340227817186231742015-11-16T09:50:00.002-05:002020-01-02T09:34:20.837-05:00Four Weeks Later<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, I guess the Eric-<strike>Tommie</strike> Margo situation is in good enough shape that we can jump four weeks into the future. Because this conversation really needed a four-week time jump to occur.<br />
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I'd prefer the narration box to say "Epilogue..." instead of "Four weeks later," but it's still pretty unclear whether this is actually going to conclude or if the final strip will be just some wacko dialogue between these two about how superstition is the national religion of Guatemala or wherever Gabriella was once from before becoming WASP-y Gabby.<br />
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Still, I prefer to think this is the beginning of the WEEK OF MIRACLES, where we wrap every outstanding plotline! There's work to do:<br />
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<li><b>Monday</b>: Gabriella confirms that she will take no part in Diane Devine's flimflamming. CHECK!</li>
<li><b>Tuesday</b>: Lu Ann rejects that smug create Mike Downey and decides to move to Dallas with Ruby.</li>
<li><b>Wednesday</b>: Rick E finds Tommie and offers her a record contract... to his heart?? (she rejects him too) </li>
<li><b>Thursday</b>: Professor Aristotle visits Bobbie Merrill in the psych ward and gets prison-married.</li>
<li><b>Friday</b>: Trey Brooks, Evan Graham and Margo's assistant all chat in the Mills Gallery. The neglected structure collapses on top of them.</li>
<li><b>Saturday</b>: Eric Mills contemplates life on top of a mountain. Margo clambers up behind him and says "WE'RE GETTING MARRIED, DAMMIT"</li>
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And Lily the Deer and Lampy watch over them all. FINIS.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-32079978194982818012015-11-15T21:27:00.002-05:002015-11-16T09:29:32.139-05:00Frozen <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh my god, fine, just go! Quit yammering and get moving! I hope that the waiting room is chock full of A3G legacy characters that are there to visit Margo, so we have a last glimpse at Marty and Cole and Aunt Iris and Dan Diller and Bobbie Merrill in a Hannibal Lecter mask. Of course, they'll all look identical at this point. Even Lily. The last strip is going to be one big electric blue and carnation pink blur.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-33491022609613770102015-11-12T15:11:00.004-05:002015-11-12T15:11:52.518-05:00Walking Off Into the Sunset<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We have eight more strips before we say goodbye to Apartment 3-G forever.... and we're focusing on the most boring of the three roommates and a character that hasn't been in the strip as long as I've been writing this blog.<br />
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I mean, I know the strips have been drawn, what's done is done, but honestly, if you polled the readership of this strip (or at least this blog) on which characters they would love to see a last appearance from before the strip's finale, I highly doubt Tommie and Eric would make the top 20.<br />
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Who do you guys hope to see one last time?Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-20590761642540907252015-11-11T15:01:00.001-05:002015-11-11T15:01:25.810-05:00A Wonderful Life Full of Love and Joy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Is Eric talking about <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1375666/" target="_blank">inception</a>? I think he's talking about inception. Maybe we're all a part of Frank Bolle's dream right now.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-34103411197593002742015-11-10T20:17:00.001-05:002015-11-11T15:01:36.339-05:00Margo Has No Use For Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I just keep shouting at my laptop screen "We don't have time for this conversation! DON'T YOU KNOW THE STRIP IS ENDING?!?!?!," but I think my random outbursts are upsetting my cat.<br />
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So I guess Eric just came back to tell everyone but Margo that he's alive? Does he just expect Tommie and GabMar (I'm tired of typing their names) to never tell her? I mean he does look <em>pretty</em> terrible for forty, but like at least offer to run the Eric Mills gallery again. Then Margo could relax and focus on her one client and planning GabMar's wedding. And we can see what new squiggles Lu Ann has been working on over the last year. Margo can always find a way to squeeze something out of someone.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111607294806964209noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-69456608399839972912015-11-09T11:39:00.001-05:002015-11-09T11:39:29.201-05:00Make Margo Happy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You guys! We only have a few weeks to settle everything and tie up all the loose strAAAHAHAHAHA okay so of course that's not going to happen, but two weeks should at least be enough time to resolve this particular plot line, even if we never see <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/search/label/Lu%20Ann" target="_blank">Lu Ann</a> or <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/search/label/Diane%20Devine" target="_blank">Ruby </a>or <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/search/label/Professor%20Aristotle" target="_blank">the Professor</a> or <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/search/label/Diane%20Devine" target="_blank">Diane Devine</a> or <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/search/label/Trey%20Brooks" target="_blank">Trey Brooks</a> or <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/search/label/Lily" target="_blank">Lily </a>or <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/search/label/Mike%20Downey" target="_blank">that smug creature</a> or <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/search/label/Taser%20Lady" target="_blank">Taser Lady</a> ever again.<br />
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So! Tommie, I'm going to need you to stop talking like a cryptic voodoo priestess, and Eric, you're going to have to get over the fact that you think Margo's most recent rejected suitor is a better companion than you, the beautiful white-haired man.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-12567881369050772832015-11-07T14:20:00.000-05:002015-11-09T11:39:54.283-05:00Dead Wrong <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Leave it to Margo to be taken to Manhattan's exclusive gated hospital. Surrounded by like a giant underground electric fence? <br />
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I don't know why Tommie is singling Eric out for not visiting. Gabby and Martin went for a walk like a week ago and haven't been back. At least Eric is skulking about the hospital grounds.<br />
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My theory for the end of this strip, <em>if</em> they are actually are planning an ending (which is probably not likely) is that Gabriella and Martin elope and that Margo and Greg or Eric (whomever she designates) use the preplanned Diana Devine wedding. Lu Ann moves out of the apartment and Tommie is made head nurse or something.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111607294806964209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-5901014409965861912015-11-06T11:04:00.002-05:002015-11-06T11:04:10.901-05:00That Man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Greg, I'd hardly say you and Margo are on "darling" terms. Last time you met she publicly harangued you. Also, not to criticize your approach here, but she's getting away. Try to steer her away from the door and back to the uhhhhhh hypothetical hospital bed? Also, maybe now's a good time to tell a doctor Margo's not in a coma anymore.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-7591666825088614662015-11-05T09:44:00.001-05:002015-11-05T09:46:50.303-05:00This is Greg Talking, Margo!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Wednesday November 4, 2015</span></i></div>
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Oh man. The abundance of red milk and Anjou pears can't hide that the artwork has worsened noticeably, even since just the beginning of this week. Poor Frank isn't even signing his name anymore, he's just kind of scrawling his initials. The end is near. </div>
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In the meantime, it's helpful that at least Martin and Eric have different sports coats on now. (Right? Those are different people?) And I do appreciate Greg introducing himself in the most awkward way possible. It's hard to tell from Margo's reaction whether she's sustained some kind of memory loss or she's just a little disoriented from the Thy. Storm or the writing is just so bad, just so bad, why is it ending like this, why, uh huh huh huhhhhhhhhhh.... (NB: that's the sound of me dissolving into tears)</div>
Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-79435381766284610622015-11-03T22:28:00.004-05:002015-11-05T09:44:42.463-05:00Conversation in the Street <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Eric survived a Nepalese avalanche. He's not going to risk his second chance on life by having the <em>"Oh by the way, I'm not dead and have been stalking you in a tan overcoat for months without telling you who I am" </em>conversation with Margo until her hormones are back at some sort of equilibrium.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111607294806964209noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-32071287945305458462015-11-02T09:51:00.001-05:002015-11-02T10:10:46.410-05:00Going to be Fine!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I guess <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/2015/10/margo-opens-her-eyes.html?showComment=1446127754223#c6263325220446911746" target="_blank">all those theories</a> about entering/awakening from a dream state will remain delightful theories. Margo's totally fine, y'all! Even Gabby (not Gabriella, never Gabriella) knows.<br />
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So, we had literally less that two weeks of Margo being in a coma. What the heck! The whole reason you put a character in a coma is to have other characters make tearful confessions over the comatose body, and then produce some kind of did-she-or-didn't-she-hear tension. Ms. Shulock, I demand you return Margo to her coma this instant!<br />
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P.S. <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/2015/10/the-man-who-loves-you.html?showComment=1446308830398#c9114605780664154242" target="_blank">Great tip from DWET</a> that <a href="http://maryworthcomics.com/2015/10/29/a-mary-worth-crossover/" target="_blank">Mary Worth will be crossing over with another strip while visiting New York this week</a>! In today's strip, Mary enters a taxi with a driver who texts while driving. (Get those platitudes ready, Mar!) Maybe tomorrow, she'll have to share the cab with Lu Ann, finally getting her act together to visit her friend in the hospital?Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-16095032338220268282015-10-31T16:06:00.000-04:002015-11-02T09:51:45.831-05:00Vital Signs <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I mean Eric can't be a figment of everyone's imagination...<i>right? </i>We definitely do not have sophisticated enough art and writing to have a ghost who appears to Margo, Tommie and her parents. <br />
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Maybe it's just the green of her blazer playing tricks on me, but Margo has never looked better. That coma/thyroid storm did wonders for her complexion.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111607294806964209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-78380643282227556522015-10-30T09:53:00.002-04:002015-11-02T09:52:33.014-05:00The Man Who Loves You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I like <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/2015/10/margo-opens-her-eyes.html?showComment=1446127754223#c6263325220446911746" target="_blank">the theories proposed by Rock Doc</a> that we're just entering—or just departing—a dream-like mental state happening inside Margo's head. Which might be a good way of explaining, say, why Margo awoke from her coma bolt upright, perhaps even standing, or why the medical staff allowed her hair to stay in a bun the entire time. But it wouldn't explain the complete disconnect between the dialogue and the artwork, right?<br />
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And also, never, not even in my craziest most inventive robot dreams did anyone ever say something like "The man who loves me—where is he?" Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-63524228671113761132015-10-29T08:58:00.001-04:002015-10-29T08:58:32.694-04:00Margo Opens Her Eyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Worst reaction to your friend coming out of a coma ever. Seriously, WTF, Tommie? She's evil. Evil nurse Tommie. I'm calling it.<br />
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"Where did <i>who </i>go, Margo? No one's been in the apartmen—I mean, hospital... since you went into your coma! Now just close your eyes... there was no need for you to change into your Green Blazer of Renewed Consciousness... I'm going to give you a little injection to help you sleep better... just relax..."Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-48964698762229993612015-10-28T09:39:00.002-04:002015-10-28T09:39:48.204-04:00Good for Her<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jesus Christ, we couldn't have Greg coming straight from set and dressed up like a pirate or an astronaut or something? Unless he's working on the newest James Bond movie, <i>The Man with the Cyan Dinner Jacket</i>.<br />
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How the heck did Skyler find out about Margo's coma anyway? Snopes? Could be that Margo is such a PR genius that she's using this as an opportunity to get old clients to stop by and maybe give her some sympathy business. Clever girl.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-16729848153801033202015-10-26T12:59:00.001-04:002020-01-10T09:51:43.857-05:00I Don't Feel Right About This<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Friday October 23, 2015</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Saturday October 24, 2015</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Monday October 26, 2015</i></span></div>
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I miss Margo. Is this strip going to cruise on into the sunset before Margo can wake up and berate her loved ones for missing all two days of symptoms of hyperthyroidism before it escalated to full-on thyroid storm coma?<br />
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BTW, what's Margo's <a href="http://www.trauma.org/archive/scores/gcs.html" target="_blank">Glasgow coma score</a>? Can we talk to an actual doctor at some point? I'm starting to fear that Tommie is "nursing" Margo like Bette Davis was "nursing" Joan Crawford in <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_Ever_Happened_to_Baby_Jane%3F_(1962_film)" target="_blank">What Ever Happened to Baby Jane</a>.</i> Maybe Tommie got everyone out on the street, hastily constructed some "Hospital" and "Emergency Room" signs, slapped them all over the apartment, and then rushed Margo in to the "ER." Judging by the backgrounds and Tommie's behavior, I deem this theory PLAUSIBLE. She's not even wearing scrubs!Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-24114709171328739732015-10-22T13:45:00.001-04:002015-10-22T13:45:13.556-04:00Good News<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Good news. Fantastic news. Gotta love Tommie's bedside manner. Martin looks like "Um, when are we going to talk to an actual doctor?" That's a classic Hank Hill expression.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143347688871886297.post-40739100553315901392015-10-21T10:33:00.001-04:002015-10-21T10:33:13.034-04:00The Final Curtain?In real-life A3G news, <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/2015/10/that-meditation-stuff.html" target="_blank">Monday's comments</a> revealed rumors swirling around the future of the strip: both that the strip maybe be totally shelved by the end of the year, and that there is interest among Mark Trail artist James Allen to take over the strip. There's a great discussion going on at <a href="http://joshreads.com/?p=26006" target="_blank">The Comics Curmudgeon</a> about this, which I've seen a few of you weigh in on. I added my thoughts in the comments, and have reproduced them here: <br />
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This is extremely sad and inevitable news. As one of the bloggers on <a href="http://ladiesofapartment3g.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" title="The Lovely Ladies of Apartment 3-G">The Lovely Ladies of Apartment 3G</a>, I’ve had really mixed feeling about snarking on the increasingly David Lynch-ian fugue state that is Apartment 3-G. Because, while there’s nothing quite so dreamlike or discombobulating as A3G right now, it does make me worry about Frank Bolle’s health. (And Margaret Shulock’s, for that matter.) Remember when we thought the “I Dressed in the Dark” makeover storyline might be a clever way of ushering in a new artist? That was five years ago.</blockquote>
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So sad as it will be, it’s time to close this chapter of the strip. Hopefully, it’s not the last chapter. I would be really really excited to see this revamped by an all-female creative team. In lieu of that, Jared Allen is a clever, detailed artist that might just have the industry clout to save A3G from the final curtain. I’m certainly willing to stand in support of any way to keep this strip afloat, and would be glad to lend my deep knowledge of A3G history and writing services if that would help the cause. I’m that invested in Margo. And Tommie–honestly I’m more of a Tommie. We all are. That’s why we need Margo.</blockquote>
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And then I added a second comment about how <a href="http://www.nfl.com/player/jaredallen/2505940/profile" target="_blank">Jared Allen</a> ≠ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/228474710549025/" target="_blank">James Allen</a>. James, I meant JAMES. Stupid, stupid!Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944531307603887652noreply@blogger.com5