First, I wanted to point folks who missed it over to my mathematics blog, since I did another comic strip review over there, and there aren’t really exactly word problems to do except the one that I solve for you.
Second, A Labor Of Like tried very, very helpfully to fill in what’s happened in the backstory to Apartment 3-G, since I’ve given up all hope of understanding what’s happening in it, and I didn’t want that to get lost in the comments where nobody sees them. Here’s the attempt at filling in the backstory:
Previously on Apartment 3-G:
While on her way to the Diner, career coach Margo is stunned by the sudden appearance of Sam from behind a nearby potted plant.
Years earlier, back when people still said, “Gosh”, Sam had gone into the kitchen to get some mint jelly for his leg of lamb, only to vanish mysteriously.
After moonlighting at a sports bar in Boston ever since his disappearance, Sam come to the realization that he can no longer work with Diane because she insists he wear a tie. Sam’s tie is at the cleaners because Lu Ann spilled strawberry jam on it, and his tieless neck has created too much unresolved sexual tension with Diane.
In a moment of candor, Sam lets this slip to Margo. Margo is unsure how to react, because she has no earthly clue who Diane is. (She only remembers Sam because everybody knows his name.) Her insecurity about not knowing whether she should be happy about Sam’s employment status vis-a-vis Diane causes her to lash out.
This takes Sam by surprise. He realizes that Margo may not have been the one who asked him to pass the mint jelly, but might instead be the woman who poisoned his cat. Asking for clarification, Margo explains that due to her impending appointment to check Skyler’s job status, she has time neither for Sam’s friendship nor to explain the whole thing with the cat, so she gives him the brush-off. Before leaving, Sam offers Margo a goodbye hug. Unfortunately, in all the drama, he completely forget the dish of mint jelly he was holding, and inadvertently gets it all over her shoulders, just as he had all those years ago in Marrakesh. Luckily for Margo, this time the condiment blends into her green trench coat.
Inside, Margo is greeted by her friend Skyler, who has been temping at SPECTRE. Skyler has just learned that she has been offered a permanent position in the Bond villain accounting department. Margo realizes that Skyler will not require any employment counseling this week, and quickly terminates the encounter to go find a damp cloth for her coat.
Meanwhile, at the Towers Hotel, Martin is searching for clues regarding Sam’s mysterious disappearance when he is surprised by Lu Ann. Lu Ann has filled his tub with strawberry jam. Martin questions the reality of said jam, as on her last visit Lu Ann had brought imaginary raspberry preserves, leaving Martin with a mouthful of bread and chunky peanut butter. The scene ends on the unresolved sexual tension implied by Martin’s scurrilous lack of neckwear.
And I admire all this work put into the backstory, but honestly, there’s this vast desert of nothingness going on over there. The story right now seems to have reached a point where LuAnn is being haunted by some manner of anthropomorphized incandescent bulb, and that’s going to have to pass as action around here.
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Thank you for the kind words as always, Joseph. I have to admit that you have me stumped on the latest episode. All I can really tell you is that during the big Crisis in Infinite Apartments crossover event a few years ago, LuAnn and Skyler were retconned into a single amorphous blonde in a pink jumpsuit. As a result, only half of their shared dialogue can be perceived at one time. Although Mike and SkyAnn most certainly did exchange words, the ones that add meaning and context were exchanged in the sister comic strip The Astonishing Apartment 3-G, which my local paper doesn’t carry. Wish I could tell you more.
Also, if you know any lonely 30-something women with jobs in real estate, I imagine “Blonde in a Pink Jumpsuit” would be a good name for a blog.
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You know, of all the strips my local newspaper doesn’t carry, I … don’t actually know whether any of them are in there, because I haven’t read it since the last time I was in the bagel shop without a book to read. But I try to keep up with them online and find myself reading stuff that I just have to be imagining, because nobody else has ever heard of them, like Beardo and Mike du Jour. I’m not really sure what’s going on in them, either, except it seems to be happening at a faster pace than the story strips do.
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