Learning to Fly

I know I promised to do some tips for Graphic novels today, but I've decided to push that back to Monday or Tuesday when I do my next post. Why? Because many things amused me over the last 36 or so hours. I decided to make a log of some of the most entertaining of these things.

1) Thursday night: a reader refers to me as a Spring Chicken. Um. Buckaw?

2) Friday morning, I see a headline on a newspaper someone is reading on the train. It reads "Major villain in Campaign Ads: NYC." Well, duh. I mean, we New Yorkers merely bust our balls to make enough money to pay stupidly high taxes which are funneled away to less productive states who are grossly overepresented in federal government (see especially the Senate) who then complain that my state has undue power and that we're a bunch of jerks and that those non-productive states aren't receiving fair representation. Woah there, people. California, Texas and NY are the three largest and basically most productive states. They account for 1/3rd of the total population, and have 6% of the Senate seats. Who isn't being appropriately represented again? You know what, Bumblefuck Nowhere, if you want to go ahead and secede, you have my blessing.

3) Friday Afternoon: a coworker at Big Corporate Internship says "Cool Beans." A lot. Well, you know what's cool beans Renee? You are.

4) Friday Night: My design professor comes to me at the end of class and says "Illustrator hates you." Thank you for putting my mind at rest, professor. Now I know for sure that this class is destroying my otherwise perfect GPA. What a load off not having to worry about that.

5) Friday Night: On the train going home I had the misfortune to share a car with some chatty Kathys. Or at least one. The other was fairly normal. Mid Twenties princesses. Anyway, the chatty one sits bolt upright at one point and shrieks "Oh my GAWD! The lunch lady is dead!" She then proceeded to blabber about this old woman for a long time but she wasn't sad, or upset or angry or anything. She was just terribly confused. All I could think was "Lunch ladies never die; they only fade away."

6) Friday Night: The same young ladies on the train. I feel like the Overheard in New York blog would have more material than they'd know what to do with if they followed this woman around. Anyway, after abandoing the mystery of how a feeble old woman described alternately as being 90 and 98 could possibly die, there was a period of silence whilst the two women read things on their smart phones. Suddenly the chatty one shrieked again. "Almost all boyfriends are born in October!"
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Of course! It all makes so much sense now. Seriously. Think about it. I dare you. I can't wait to watch your logic circuits fry.

7) Saturday Morning: Just now, while I was writing this, I got a call from the Cancer Fund. No thank you, I'm not interested in funding cancer today. Try back when I have a salaried job.

UPDATE Forgot to mention this when I put up the post a few minutes ago. I am now on Twitter, but between what I consider a horrific interface as well as my schedule, I may not see everything. Or even come close to seeing everything. If anyone has any statements, questions, requests, epithets etc. which are vitally important, feel free to send them to robinecrew@gmail.com I'll update my profile later to add it in. Among other things I should probably do.