I think my wish is to not creep online catalogs for pictures to try to copy by hand. Also, this John Lennon stand-in for me is weird. Also also, is his arm not freakishly large?
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Sometimes it feels toxic to consider retirement. Like I’m not in this job to help anyone but myself.
But then I think, no one else is in this job to help anyone but themselves, too, so I think forwards to retirement.
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Why does my inner filing system flip me off like a gangster flipping gang signs? It makes no kind of sense, and you know that I’m not given to this sort of activity. Oh no. Far too polite to extend my digits to tell someone off.
But at least my brain still works, to a degree.
It’s interesting. I think this particular mental imagery of a filing system and an inhabitant of said filing system comes to me by way of Stephen King’s novel Dreamcatcher. An alien inhabits a man’s brain and rifles through his thoughts using this graphic representation. The book has an Unfortunate Scene Involving a Toothpick, and it doesn’t approach some of the magic Stephen King imbues “Special People” with in his novels. All the same, I might give it a reread soon. My brain has been aching from trying to read too many new things.
That’s probably my inner librarian mad at me for creating new tags and keywords for him to store.
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When I sent this to my friend, his immediate response was, “Wait, the universe takes attendance? Is that what those voices I hear are doing?”
He probably imagines the Ferris Bueller scene or the Key and Peele A A ron scene.
So for those of you not in the know, teachers take attendance. As new teachers, we’re often told that taking attendance is our main purpose in life. Nothing will get you in more trouble than deliberately borking the attendance rosters.
And why? Because attendance counts is how schools get funded. Bodies in seats does some magic and that unlocks our funding. Names on rosters are just names until someone marks them present.
So what was I doing when I was out of my seat? I don’t know. Maybe I was chatting with a friend. Maybe I had to stop to use the restroom. Whatever it was, it’s always more important than whatever lesson the universe wants to teach me.
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In case you missed it, Panel 1 is my everyday purse. A canvas bag that’s smaller than a messenger bag and larger than a fanny pack. Basically useless for anything except random notebooks.
Panel 2, the patches are supposed to look like symbols for Nirvana, the Xmen, and X-com.
Panel 3 is in reference to a suicide cult that “ascended” in the 90s, and NOT the movie bomb from the 80s.
Hrm. I should make a connection between the two for a future comic. I could go into detail about it.
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