Saturday, January 21, 2006
I'll be in my ready room.
Today I was driving my bus, and a guy, after proclaiming that, dude, he was totally stoned, took up my garbage can and vomited mightily into it. Pretty much the same sequence of events immortalized in this cartoon. Cosmic powers surge through me...
Back to school. Back to drawing political cartoons, back to giving free bus rides to vomiting bastards, back to no time to do anything. Also I caught a cold and my internet's out again.
I just like to complain, really. Things are actually going great; I've got great classes, and - get this - all my professors and TAs are enthusiastic, helpful and competent. I'm quite inspired: maybe college isn't yet another stupid institution after all! Let's see what I'm saying more than a week into the semester.
I'm considering getting a new blog. I know, there's really no logical reason, but "drippy sporks" is an expression from my youth that has no meaning or significance to me anymore, and this blog is a little bit like that sometimes. More often than is desireable, it evidences a selfish, emotional idiot that I'm trying to abandon. And sometimes it just feels good to begin a new volume, as it were, as if giving your personal standards just a bit of a boost.
Back to school. Back to drawing political cartoons, back to giving free bus rides to vomiting bastards, back to no time to do anything. Also I caught a cold and my internet's out again.
I just like to complain, really. Things are actually going great; I've got great classes, and - get this - all my professors and TAs are enthusiastic, helpful and competent. I'm quite inspired: maybe college isn't yet another stupid institution after all! Let's see what I'm saying more than a week into the semester.
I'm considering getting a new blog. I know, there's really no logical reason, but "drippy sporks" is an expression from my youth that has no meaning or significance to me anymore, and this blog is a little bit like that sometimes. More often than is desireable, it evidences a selfish, emotional idiot that I'm trying to abandon. And sometimes it just feels good to begin a new volume, as it were, as if giving your personal standards just a bit of a boost.
