- I am spending another day alone in our old office trying to get rid of the stuff we left here because there was no room in the new office and no one wanted to think about it last December when we moved. Or any time between now and then until I poked them. Now the lease was up yesterday, and I'm waiting for people from Craigslist to show up (because we don't want to throw things away if they work/are usable which I agree with but notice how I'm the one here not the people who were all 'maybe you should charge more for the fridge') and seriously how is this my job? I mean sure, 'and other job duties as assigned' but this is stretching it. Craigslist so far has been reasonable if strange - I only had one person no show and luckily I was able to ping another person who responded to the first ad so things are still going away. But ugh.
- I had a dream the other night that happened partially in a mall. I'm amused by that given how little time I spend in malls but I also realized that every time I go to a mall in my dreams it's the same mall. The same poor layout, the same dual food courts, the same Escher escalators to get up to the movie theaters that freak me out because they're too high. My dream mall doesn't match any place I've been though there are some bits and pieces I recognize from the real world. Does this happen to anyone else - some generic place in your dreams is always the exact same no matter what else is going on?
- I finally managed to track down all the issues of a new comic I had been looking for called Bitch Planet and it's amazing; the story, the artwork, the essays in each issue. On the back of issues 1-3 there have been ads mimicing the old-school type ads from magazines and comics in the 60's. (Hell I remember ads for sea monkeys in my comics in the 80s). Issue #2 includes an ad titled "DIMINISH with Delicious Cestoda" which is a parasite; essentialy it's selling a tapeworm to make you skinnier. Here's part of the flavor text: "Stop being so fat and gross you big fatty! OR maybe try not to let other people's standards of beauty or femininity or your value as a human being dictate your self-worth. If ANY PART OF YOU has ever been jealous of anorexics or considered extra-medical hormone injections or parasites, or used body-hate to bond with girlfriends, you have bought in. It's near impossible not to, buy maybe today TRY not to believe that your VALUE is inextricably linked to some asshat's assessment of your desirablilty. Fuck that dude. Fuck that CULTURE" Oh, yes!
It's also free comic book day tomorrow, if your local store is anything like mine they will have all four issues of Bitch Planet in stock, and you could also select from a myriad of free offerings.
Of course starting an entry by talking about work clothes and ending with that quote shows that I still have work to do too. Heh.
*Other people remember garanimals right? None of my friends had heard of them so maybe they were a midwest thing, or something only done by a specific store chain? They were kids clothes that all had an animal tag on them, the idea was if you matched the animals your clothes would match.
**I didn't even wear white to my wedding.