It’s good that Mal is finally entering a wider world, making friends and doing new things, don’t you think?
Ry’s buddies sound nice. I guess Mal might wind up knowing a lot of new people and new skills after this weekend.
Assuming, of course, that nothing goes sideways on him.
Mal! Look at Mal, manning up and telling Shelly that he doesn’t know about fishing at all.
If this were a sit-com, he’d lie and keep up the pretense that he knows all about it and then get in over his head. Probably literally.
And there’d be a laugh track all over the thing.
And that guy from that show, you know the guy that’s in all those other shows since that one big show he was in during the 90’s? He’d be playing Ry.
It’d be sad.
Mal is NOT the kind of person to take to a new hobby all of a sudden, do you think?
His familiarity with the concept seems lacking, somehow.
We can only hope that Shelly won’t judge him harshly.
Mal’s expectations were pretty low. Shelly’s were almost instantly high.
They could be in a Sit-Com about now, and the dialogue wouldn’t have to change at all!
Hubriscomics as Sit-Com. If anyone here knows someone at Netflix, maybe clue ’em in! You get ‘Producer’ credit for that, nowadays, right?
It’s tough, knowing yourself the way others know you. Mal is discovering what people outside his head think of him, and that’s a jarring experience for people who think they’ve got a good bead on the World.
I’m crankier in the real world than I am inside my head.
How about you? Have you made this voyage of discovery yet? What did you learn?
Somebody once told Mal the old saying “What do you hate? By such are you known” but Mal thought the guy was being closed minded and snotty, so Mal didn’t listen to him and figured he was just stupid.
Little brother Ryan, though, must have realized at some point that the things about other people that irk you the most are typically that things that irk you the most about yourself.
Merry Christmas (Or Hanukah, Or Kwanzaa, Or Solstice, Or Tax Year, Or Saturnalia, Or Agnostica, Festivus, or New Year, or whatever makes you and your family happy. It ain’t up to me to be anything but neighborly. I’ happy when you’re happy, and I don’t wanna set fire to anything in your lawn.)
That said…
You can tell that Mal has never done a boot camp style workout.
The deferential love that creeps into the voice of one whose life has been altered, if not saved, by a boot camp style workout, is missing from the (I picture) grating, nasal tones of Mal’s voice when he talks about Lowell joining in on a morning exercise regimen.
Also, Mal’s kind of a underfed li’l creep, so… y’know.
Awwwww. That’s sweet.
Hubris is still alive.
Nice, right?
How hard a name is “Bob” to remember? Mal is a manager, and one important managerial skill is to remember names, isn’t it?
Also, being succinct is a managerial skill. And he doesn’t really seem to have that one down, either…
You know, Mal may not be a good manager. Did anyone catch that before now? Hmmm.
He must have used other skills to get where he was at Sportsmart.
We should think of what those skills might have been.
And then maybe go looking for the bodies… or at least the forms for when they were fired, and why.
I get the sense that Mal has bought into the new role as boyfriend a little more than Shelly has bought into her new role as girlfriend.
Mal has gone from being a snivelly little shark to a simpering boy pal awfully quick. It’s almost as if he wanted that life and was waiting for it to show up.
I wonder how many of us fall into that sphere- creating our own little self-fulfilling prophesies and then being impressed that the universe finally obliged.
Shelly, on the other hand, is just doing the same dang thing she was doing at Sportsmart- jockeying for power under everyone’s radar. And she’s also hanging with Mal. That’s probably what she always felt the universe would provide.
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