Sunrise, Sunset

Bobbie Merrill is Golde

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The Fiddler on the Roof

Not that I don't approve of accessorizing (as usual everyone is wearing hats in the background today), but who does Bobbie think is going to recognize her trolling around BelDel after dark? Seriously. But anyway, this is good! Bobbie is definitely pumping herself up for a confrontation. Only a matter of time, folks.

Bipolar Buyer's Remorse

Looks like the world's greatest radiators have lost their rusty charm. Who would've guessed that Bobbie would tire of her shabby chic apartment almost immediately?

Oh, everyone? Everyone would've guessed that? Well still, I probably would've predicted that sooner if I knew she was sleeping on a cot.

Now! Where should Bobbie go? Off to eat her feelings at Wardle's Cafeteria? Or maybe to CONFRONT MARTIN! Oh please oh please crash Gabriella's apartment while Martin is there. And Margo. I don't want Margo to miss this.

P.S. Shelley Winters? You guys really think? Hahaha! That's great.

Emmy Tears

Bobbie gives the performance of a lifetime today. Confusion, anger, frustration, defeat... it's all there. Does Bobbie really see her husband that infrequently that just watching him makes her cling to both sides of her head like that?

In any case, Bobbie is definitely sporting what appears to be a patented Jane Seymour Emmy tear in the last panel, thus named because whenever award season would roll around, the really hard-hitting episodes of Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman would air, and old Jane would pull out all the stops, crying as gracefully or as hysterically as necessary. She never won that Emmy... though her hairstyling crew won a couple.

N... not that I know a lot about that show?

Look... everyone needs a hobby.

HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP

Oh man! Way more important than Bobbie's trivial musings on the direction her husband is facing at the moment, my friend just texted me to say I got plugged by the Comics Curmudgeon! Not only that, but it turns out that I SCOOPED HIM! I scooped Josh Fruhlinger! Ahh! I'm awesome! No but really, thanks for plugging me Josh, I enjoy your blog very much and oh my god, this must be what it feels like to inject pure heroine into your system. Actually, it's probably not like that at all... not at all. Still, this is a high. Better than Bobbie's sleeping pills. Better than Alan's dope.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go call my mom.

Umm...

Is Bobbie married... to Martin? Because... if she is... Margaret Schulock must've jumped inside of my head and plucked out my fondest wishes and is now making them come true.

Peeping Bobbie

Chuckle chuckle chuckle! That Bobbie sure can obsess, can't she? Turns out she bought this cute, radiator-littered apartment not as a love nest for her and the Professor, but so she can better spy on her no-good husband! When will she learn?

This can only culminate in an awesome scene where she tries to have a romantic dinner with the Professor and spy on her husband at the same time. Kind of like that time Superman tried to double date with Clark Kent in Superman IV: the Quest for Peace! ...kind of.

Phone Tag, Without the Tagging

Don't laugh at the Professor's giant-ass cellphone; I have a similar model (although it's less blue). It was only twenty bucks after rebate!

As for the plot... I feel like we're hurtling towards tragedy here. Bobbie was crazy enough before, but now that she's decided she has feelings for old Professor McMoralquibbles, anything could happen. Some options:

1. Bobbie obsesses over her future with the Professor, planning out their entire future, and when he finally rejects her, she throws herself out her apartment window and dies
2. in a desperate bid for the Professor's attention, Bobbie throws herself in front of another bus, only this time he isn't around to save her, so she gets hit and dies
   
3. Bobbie ups her dosages and sets herself on fire

Basically, I see this ending in death. Bobbie's death, of course! Me, I'm the kind of girl who roots for self-immolation, but any of these are appropriately over the top. Of course, Bobbie could also wind up retreating to a empty, hollow life with her current husband, but where's the drama in that?