Sewer Gas. You know, and I know, that it has no color.
But we all know. It’s green.
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You remember the grade school gag, right?
Sure you do. But we know you never fell for it.
It was a long drive. My eyes hurt. Whine, whinge, waffle. I’ll be back at work tomorrow. Thanks.
Also, Steve Barr is one of the most admirable people I know.
You know- everyone thinks their world view is consistent and pretty nearly complete. Even me.
And no one else’s world view is the same as yours.
Just ain’t.
So. Don’t laugh at the War Rats. You don’t know.
That’s the problem with going it alone. You can’t.
It’d be nice to have the sort of quiet spirt that you’d be able to feel things coming.
Me? I got stories and noise in my head all the time. Can’t feel nothin’ coming except indigestion after eating junk for lunch.
Might be the junk food, come to think of it. Hard to have a quiet spirit when you got a grumbling gut.
TV shows have to worry about being entertaining, not about what’s going on in the world. It’s why those shows are called ‘Bigfoot Hunter’ instead of ‘Bigfoot’. Those hunters make for GREAT TV, and Bigfoot… well, he’s shy. Shy don’t fly on the TV.
Lee sent this. I think he uses it to get around a warehouse.
It looks like a total hip and calf workout to me.
I could mess up so many joints and muscles with one of these…
I’ve thought about making rubber stamps to take to the comics conventions- for a buck, you could get a quick rubber-stamp tattoo of whatever I had a stamp made for. Like, in this case, a bicycle. Maybe a lightning bolt. Pinup girl, ‘skateboarding is not a crime’ logo, Hufflepuff House icon, the usual.
Of course, when I was thinking of the idea, I was just thinking of stamping people’s biceps or the backs of their hands… maybe a forehead now and again. I think genitalia would cost a LOT extra, plus there’s the cleanup costs… soap, water, bleach, anti-bacterial goop, autoclave double-boiling… I dunno. Maybe just toss the stamps after.
Acres Of Diamonds, Baby.
