That guidance counselor fits the "sexy librarian" look, but she is not a librarian, she is a guidance counselor, rendering her not sexy, but ordinary. My Latin/Greek teacher apparently studied computer science, and found it to be soul crushing and horrible, and also boring. This just leads me to believe it was completely the wrong type of thing for him to nearly major in, seeing as his previous almost majors were English and philosophy, and he ended up a classics teacher. That being said, I don't think I'd like computer science all that much either, but hey, who knows!

If I had a list of things I like, it would be walking around in the early morning or night, playing on playgrounds, listening to Vocaloid songs, and half-assedly writing stories/drawing comics/learning. And being with people I like spending time with.

Which reminds me that, re: The Stranger, two things: #1, why does it exclude the possibility that you cry at someone's funeral because you enjoyed being around them, and not being able to do that will make you sad? Same goes for not being able to be with someone you enjoy being around, or who you have fun with. Maybe that person *is* unique, and that's why they, specifically, matter. I don't like authors who are so assured in their self-satisfied and superiority-complex'd thinking, that they seem to leave out rather vital matters from their author tracts. THAT BEING SAID, I could just be missing something. Oh, and #2, I made this vid for English, about the absurdism of Camus. Sorry if it's unintelligible.

That's all for now. Oh, just for the record, I am so happy it is a brief vacation for Thanksgiving. SO HAPPY.

Follow, Follow! #3

We hold these truths to be self evident, that giant eyes and itty-bitty mouths are really cute, within reason...

Anyway, I promised a post about Pinkertons, and sadly, I know actually very little about them. The truth is, I only found out about them this year. My history teacher was telling us about Carnegie (whose name, much to my profound annoyance and frustration, is not pronounced CAR-negie, like they say on NPR, but car-NAY-gie, which is crazy and weird and crazy, but anyway), and he was going on, and then he was like, "... so he hired the Pinkerton Detective Agency." And of course, at that point I perked up and was like, "Detective agency? With sinister implications? What what?"
( it gets better! )

The previous comic (not that it's THAT related): pars una

Sorry that they don't appear full size and you have to click on them. I WILL WORK ON IT!

( and finally a poll )

On the Next Episode of This Blog: Pinkertons? Candidates for Senate? Whining about school work? STAY TUNED

There is no title image for this, but it's called "Follow, Follow!"



This basically came from a conversation I had with Letta. We were talking about the red string of fate, and I was like, "But what if it led you to a grave? Would that mean your soul mate or whatever was dead? For priests, would it lead you to a church?" Also, priests and nuns get to say they are married to the church, which is totes polygamy/polyandry, since there are SO MANY PEOPLE in the church, but I guess that's okay?

Anyway this comic will have nothing to do with religion but I felt like making this strip anyhow. Hopefully it was vaguely amusing! I don't know how many more I'll do but I'll see!