Senseless and Random
Before we begin this morning, I keep forgetting to mention that I've got a new webcomic up on the mainsite (www.torcpress.com). It features Broken Tea Cup and makes no sense, which means it's the perfect Broken Tea Cup story.
There are certain things that I wasn't built to deal with. Numbers and paperwork are two of those things. I'm getting ready to send away for my Ohio Transient License so I can... actually I don't know if I really NEED it to sell stuff at SPACE or not. Anyway, none of it makes sense, and I'm more confused than usual.
In certain big cities (especially New York) you could go your entire life without needing a car. If you can't walk to where you need to go, you can always take the bus/cab/subway. Hell, I spent a week in LA with my cousin, and I walked and subwayed it all over Hollywood and Vine. And LA's a pretty spread out city.
On the other hand, us Countryfolk need our cars. If you wanna get anywhere and do anything, you need some mode of transport. With my crappy ass station wagon in the shop, I've had to suffer the indignity of driving around in my brother's backup truck. This marvel of modern science is so broken down that the ignition has to be started with a pair of pliers, and the turn signal won't work unless you get it in just the right spot. So last night's trip to Olney was delightfully terrifying...
Last night I dreamed I was housesitting for Burt Reynolds. The walls of his house were this giant aquarium full of exotic fish. He had coffee makers and blenders on automatic timers. I tried closing and locking his sliding patio doors, but the damn things wouldn't lock. Incidentally, Burt himself didn't show up in my dream. Isn't that just like a celebrity?
There are certain things that I wasn't built to deal with. Numbers and paperwork are two of those things. I'm getting ready to send away for my Ohio Transient License so I can... actually I don't know if I really NEED it to sell stuff at SPACE or not. Anyway, none of it makes sense, and I'm more confused than usual.
In certain big cities (especially New York) you could go your entire life without needing a car. If you can't walk to where you need to go, you can always take the bus/cab/subway. Hell, I spent a week in LA with my cousin, and I walked and subwayed it all over Hollywood and Vine. And LA's a pretty spread out city.
On the other hand, us Countryfolk need our cars. If you wanna get anywhere and do anything, you need some mode of transport. With my crappy ass station wagon in the shop, I've had to suffer the indignity of driving around in my brother's backup truck. This marvel of modern science is so broken down that the ignition has to be started with a pair of pliers, and the turn signal won't work unless you get it in just the right spot. So last night's trip to Olney was delightfully terrifying...
Last night I dreamed I was housesitting for Burt Reynolds. The walls of his house were this giant aquarium full of exotic fish. He had coffee makers and blenders on automatic timers. I tried closing and locking his sliding patio doors, but the damn things wouldn't lock. Incidentally, Burt himself didn't show up in my dream. Isn't that just like a celebrity?
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