At some point in the past I noticed that the daily Archie comic strip seems to feature more scenes of the teachers in the school cafeteria than the students in the cafeteria. For no good reason, I decided to test my hypothesis by watching the strip in 2011 to see if it remained true. But then the artist on the strip changed about a few months into the year and there just hasn’t been that many strips in the cafeteria at all. Plus, when I realized I was paying close enough attention to the Archie comic strip to notice the change of artist, I figured I was getting too invested in it. And then Chron.com, which I use to read comic strips online, underwent some remodeling and I missed a couple weeks and I honestly did not feel like going back through to see if I’d missed any important information (plus the links to the strips I’d gathered no longer worked). So I aborted my experiment.
But here is the information I did collect:
January 11th: Teachers in Cafeteria.
January 13th: Teachers in Cafeteria.
January 20th: Teachers in Cafeteria.
April 29th: Nobody in Cafeteria, but they talk about it.
May 12th: Teachers in Cafeteria.
I think that my hypothesis would have been proven correct. What I should have done is go through all the 2010 strips. But I ain’t gonna.
Haiku!
Sometimes people die.
This is because ghosts need us
to be their new friends.
I got rid of twenty of my books today. That’s something I usually don’t do. For the past year and a bit I have been trying to rid myself of all sorts of my belongings. Chairs and desks I have cast aside. Abut half of my clothes were given away. But books (and comics and DVDs) I am obsessed with and they are the only things that have continued coming in more than going out. I hang on to my books forever, generally. But by trimming twenty of the books I figured I probably wouldn’t ever read again, I have gained a little bit of shelf space. Twenty books doesn’t even make a dent in my collection, really, but it feels like a lot.
That said, I’ll probably have more than twenty new books well before this time next year.
You know what sucks? If I see a person walking a dog down the street and they pass me, if I want to pet that dog, I pretty much have to talk to the person. It’s unfair.
Haiku!
Dogs are my good friends.
We like to hang out sometimes.
We should hang out more.
I haven’t really had much to say on here lately, and I’ve been too busy to just make up nonsense to say as would be the standard solution. But in any case I feel like I can at least announce that I have finished drawing the SecGov Robots “short introduction” story that I’ve been doing since February or whenever it was I started it. There’s ten pages or so that I’ve got to put up, but I’m still going to space them over a couple weeks so I can spend the time I’d spend drawing on other things.
I’ll try to have something else to say later in the week.
There’s some song that’s all like “All you little pigs doin’ kung fu flips better run, better run, up jump tha boogie” but those might not really be the words but I don’t care. Anyway, I heard it a couple times. It was in Fright Night and then I heard it on the radio. That’s the whole story. I just wanted my version of the lyrics on the Internet.
Haiku!
People need more time
or they’ll never get it done.
They can’t move that fast.
Speaking of songs I botch the lyrics to, I’m pretty sure that Return to Innocence by Enigma has become the song I sing most often in the shower, replacing Runaway by Del Shannon (though I technically sing the Me First and the Gimme Gimmes version tempo-wise). The difference is that I know the words to Runaway, but with my new song I just try to do the chanting. Now you all know more about my showering times. Your Welcome!
A unicorn walks into a bar and the bartender looks up and says “Why the long face with a horn in it?”
So, the process of booking a flight seems to be done and I’ve had the hotel booked for like a month or something. I’m going back to NYC for a week starting on Halloween. I am pleased about that.
Haiku!
Hi, Outer Spaceman!
Have you come here to teach us?
No? Oh. Well. See ya.
In other news, for the sake of peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches I have purchased a loaf of bread. This may be the first time I’ve bought one of these in my entire adult life. It’s possible maybe back when I lived with Marq or something I bought one or two for him, but in any case I have probably never bought a loaf of bread for myself. Let’s hope the sammiches are worth breaking that streak.
At some point during the week I was in the office at work and I heard some guy on the radio complaining, like a lot, about dandelions. I have to wonder why people hate dandelions so much. I like them. I think they look nice. They add some color to the grass. Why that so bad?
Haiku!
Yellow in my brain
making all my thoughts come out
and fall on the floor.
Thinking about color, it occurred to me that something can be “Yellowy” but not “Purpley” or “Reddy” or whatever. You’ve got “Purplish” and “Reddish” and “Bluish” and all that stuff. My spellcheck tells me that “Yellowish” is okay, so why does yellow get a bonus one with “Yellowy”? It’s a conspiracy of some kind, I am sure.
