Working in retail for bosses with an understanding of how I interact with people (super nice until you give me reason not to be, then ... perhaps step aside) is great and all, but I censor myself even when I work for the most lenient of employers.
It is extremely gratifying then, when I'm doing my own artistic work, and someone asks me to do additional work for little to no additional money, and then gets snipy with me when I either politely or slightly sarcastically let them know I won't be doing what they want me to.
Guy On My Last Nerve: "Bruh, I get it, but the work is already done. Wouldn't you rather get paid part of the money instead of none at all."
Me: "Kiss my entire fat ass in a series of concentric spirals. And you better lick hard and fast because I'm going to record that shit, and if it doesn't look like a zoetrope when I play it back, you are starting over until you get it RIGHT."
Then they sent me the money I earned.
On our way home from our first night out since the pandemic hit (Rosebud Diner for delicious night time breakfast foods), an SUV rolled by us, and the driver stuck their head out the window and just screamed like they were on fire.
Dude: "ME, TOO!"
The driver gave us the thumbs up, and kept driving.
"Yea, it's Cam. No, that's Cam K. With the elephant. He showed up in the wheelbarrow. It was a bad day. This is the other Cam."
Tell me more.
"Ten friends are invited to a mysterious home on the remote Isle of Man by the mysterious Mr. Iman. A closely knit group as children, they drifted apart as the world turned them into jaded, cynical... adults. Charles, Lucille, Sally, Patricia, and the rest are in danger, though. That jaded adulthood has taken its toll on the group and they have done horrible, terrible things. As they pay the ultimate price, one by one, will there be enough time to call for help? Will they be able to Dial P... for Peanuts?"
I rarely read the graphic novels or comics whose descriptions I post under the "There Are Comics For Everyone" banner. But I did read this one. And I hope, if you are the sort of person who enjoys this type of comic, that you find it. I suspect many of us that opened it up were not Whoever The Intended Audience was for this ... sa ... tire?
The other day, Matt Kona had a post asking people what would be the five worst Beatles songs, if you changed one of the words in the title to "diarrhea". It was fun, and there were of course, a ton of repeat offenders, but I thought...there's a different joke here.
What Beatles songs have the worst titles if you don't change any of the words but imagine it refers to a song about diarrhea. Then Comrade and I spent ten minutes guffawing over Beatles titles. Our favorites, in no particular order:
Twist And Shout
Mean Mr. Mustard
Yellow Submarine In Pepperland
The Long & Winding Road
Sweet Georgia Brown
March Of The Meanies
Pepperland Laid Waste
Sour Milk Sea
You Won't See Me
A Hard Day's Night
Within You Without You
Not A Second Time
Run For Your Life
She's Leaving Home
Take Out Some Insurance On Me, Baby
Carry That Weight
Crying, Waiting, Hoping
All Things Must Pass
Oooooh! My Soul
Why Don't We Do It In The Road
Dig A Pony
Cry Baby Cry
Fixing A Hole
Here, There, and Everywhere
I Should Have Known Better
She's So Heavy
The Hippy Hippy Shake
Lonesome Tears In My Eyes
Did he ever return / No he never returned / And his fate is still unlearned / He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston / He's the man who never returned.
No, thanks MBTA. I don't think I'll be sitting near the seventy year old white guy, with no mask, reading from the book of Revelation.