March 2007

What we call “from the archives,” for Susan.

I had an entire book of comics about being a bank teller but I lost them in the flood. I do still have the “poetry corner in a bag” from our gig at the music store — haikus and various rhymes and such about coworkers. Our manager removed our wall of art and it was moved to a bag. A bag of poetry.

I want something called a Waffle Court. I don’t know what it is, but I want it.

I worked all day yesterday on a brilliant comic but then came across this and don’t feel so clever anymore.

I’ll let you decide if this is the brilliant comic referenced earlier in the post.

*overheard my coworker telling someone this on the phone. Later in the day I got to say “jet skis” about fifty times. That’s about as fun as it gets for me now.