Sometimes when I process someones credit card at a convention then it already has their e-mail address in the system because they had used the same processor previously. I tell them “Don’t think about it.” Don’t think about how much of our identity is tied into technology today. Don’t think about how much access it has to us. Just, don’t think about it. I’d rather worry about getting enough vegetables and what kind of vitamins a woman over thirty should be taking. There’s enough to worry about in a day without factoring in the satellites and ninja helicopters.
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Now I totally want a super soaker full of Chamomile and a bandoleer of cough drops. You can fight it all you want, but if your snuggle bear gets sick, you’re screwed. Also, you’re gonna get sick too. Poor Obby the first year he was with me during convention season. I was fine, but I kept bringing home con crud. It was clinging to me or something. Lots of travel and long days with not very much sleep or food will do a number to your system. The first year I did conventions I was pretty much sick the whole year. Now I know that I get to pick one thing to skimp on: food or sleep. But I can’t skip both or I get a visit from the plague monkey.
The first panel is a story where my friends and I were in my car and we realized that there was a train coming along the tracks next to us. My friend Becca started motioning for him to blow his whistle and he did and the car full of girls started squealing and screaming in glee.
The second panel is about the space unicorn music video that my friend Surly Queen showed me.