March 28th, 2009

Calm Candiru

Sunday, 29 March 2009

It's been a while since we've seen Elly go into convulsions because Farley insists on acting like he was an animal or something; I'd like to be reassured that neither she or her creator will ever understand animals. In a world of shifting ages, personalities and physical forms, it will be good to see something consistent.

Well, we do see a refreshingly irritating constant in today's reprint: a wall of thought-bubbled text that has Elly whining about how difficult her life is when confronted with a minor problem.

Panel 1: We start things off by showing a smiling Elly, who's carrying Lizzie, putting a letter in the 1980's era mailbox.

Panel 2: She then tells Lizzie it's been a great day.

Panel 3: As she puts the groceries away, she reminds us that she's gotten caught up on her correspondence, balanced her checkbook, paid the bills and did the shopping.

Panel 4: She's also sorted out the kids' summer clothes, did all the mending and organized the closets.

Panel 5: Her elation turns to bleak despair as she thought-bubbles "SIGH...but it never fails...."

Panel 6: "...om the days I accomplish the most, it looks as if haven't done a darned thing." This chunk of moroseness and accompanying Bug-Eyed Stare of Existential Horror is inspired by her looking at a moderately untidy living room.

Summary: I'd sympathize with her plight more if I didn't know two things:

1) Her agony is self-inflicted owing to her amazingly inefficient way of doing things

and

2) any competent human being would be able to resolve the situation in fifteen minutes tops; Elly, on the other hand, will sit there all day long moping because the trivial catastrophe she's angsting about is just too much for her to bear.