Archive of March 2009
An Open Letter to the Lady Behind Me in Line
Dear Lady Behind Me Waiting to Get Through the Security Line at the Aiport,
I know you are very anxious to get to Dallas/Ft. Worth (although I’m not sure why that would be), but your behavior is not going to get you there any faster. Please stop shoving me. I have personal space issues with strangers that smell like feet soaked in chili. Are you really that anxious to sit waiting at the gate for that extra five seconds? Do you think that the first ten people that show up 45 minutes early get ice cream and sensual massages?
Thank you, and enjoy your journey to the Lonestar State,
Ignobel
This is what happens when I go out of town without my sketchbook. I’m a bad person.
Life is whack
I don’t really want “Saved by a Towel” to become a “blog”. I don’t want people talking about their “feelings” and wussy crap like that. But what I am down with are life metaphors.
And for the record, I would just like to say that my life metaphor is this:
We spend our whole damned young adult lives training to play Tetris, and it turns out that life is Dr. Mario. They are not the same things. At all.
Calculus won’t do my taxes, memorization doesn’t count for shit, and no matter how many times they try to teach you in school to share your toys ain’t nobody doin’ that in the real world. Best case scenario, if you promise to be “not-gay” the Salvation Army might give you a coat.
Dammit.
