And this week started on such a happy note.
I really don’t have much to add to this. I’d rather hear what you think.
I hope you have a good weekend. Monday, things lighten up a little, and then get sillier as the week goes on. You’ll see.
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This…this right here.
Friggin reason why i hate and love webcomics.
It’s like only being alloud to read one page of a book at the time…
This wonderfull webcomic has me following it since near the start, thanks.
can’t wait to see next week >.<
Oddly reminiscent. Can not really say much more because the memories are too painful.
This just absolutely tears my heart apart. This reminds me so much of my relationship with one of my cousins. I don’t know the why this is happening on this page. I just know the feeling.
‘Dad forgives you’. For what, being lonely? The blond could be my mother, except she couldn’t escape. Edison killed Rosemary before Rosemary could kill Edison.
Dilbert doesn’t understand the dynamics of his parents’ relationship, or lack thereof. He’s just lonely . . . just like Ms. Pipkin was.
I completely miscalled this scene when you so rightly predicted it, and now I just want to let it play its course without judgment. Charlie is composing something, and he is doing it quite well.
*sniffle*
Um, ouch.
I hadn’t figured on Edison’s family still being in this dimension, let alone reachable. It changes my perception of her a bit.
Now I have to wait to find out more about her past.
Charlie, you know how to pull those emotional strings.
Something I wasn’t prepared for from your earlier works.
Great story telling.
Heavy. And masterfully executed. Still kind of a dick move to call him up like that and basically hanging up on him, but this page is still fantastic. Not many weekends go by where I yearn for monday.
I don’t think of it as a dick move. She just wanted to talk to her son. Instead, he did all the talking. She has no support back ‘home’, only forgiveness . . . even from her son. For Edison, “Like it’s supposed to be” would be a one-way ticket to hell. In her new life, she’s surrounded by sooo many friends who accept, support, enable, and love her. Edison probably realizes that she’s finally “home”.
Charlie, Charlie, where have you been? Thanks for trusting us with a beautiful, although painful, scene.
I’m here. I just don’t want to interfere with everyone’s opinions and stories.
And thank you. I’m sorry if this story line has dragged up painful memories.
To get an emotion like that takes some good story telling. No need to apologize for it.
It was a rhetorical question. What I meant was: Charlie where been that enables you to so expertly and concisely define Edison’s dynamic with her son (and her past, actually)? Ten frames and four words: ‘Dilbert . . . I love Yoo’. Edison has been reminded that nostalgia ain’t what it used to be.
What Painful memories? My memories are history (chuckle). They’re 2-dimentional pages in a musty old book (revisionist history, of course). I am awash in the present. Oh, wait, I can’t swim!
She drunk-dialed her son, who was elated to hear from her. He waited patiently for her to talk, and then gave her some news on how his life was going, and asked if she was coming home. She drunkenly manages to sputter that she loves him, and hangs up on him. That, is most certainly a “dick move”. Whatever she wanted, to hear his voice, to remind him that she loves him, it was selfish of her to make that call.
Also, using the term “enable” here to describe her friends is hardly a positive point, considering that she’s a raging alcoholic.
Ah, wow. This. You’ve broken my heart with this. With everything that is unsaid–the burden on a son of having his mother run off, never to return home. And Edison too–why did she decide to leave? But she still keeps a picture of her family in her home. It’s just all so sad.
What kills me on this page is Panel 2. Not sure why – it’s just that state of happy tension – fiddling with the cord, waiting for a reply. He’s so stoked to hear her voice, and yet all she’s said so far is one word.
It so quickly transitions to the pain. ~snuffle~
(not kidding, tears are rolling down my face)
He is so damned weepy. No wonder she left.