Minnipeg Part 11
Oh my GOD, my rage over the action of the man in this comic was so great, I almost couldn’t make a comic about him. I didn’t want to have to think about it again. But, as always seems to happen, now it is a comic, and I feel better.
Well, better about that thing anyway. Buh, my head is stuck on the inevitable future right now. Hampshire, I’m depending on you to be cool for our final year together, but it’s hard to feel confident about that when you 1) send me emails about how you have no money, and 2) send me letters about how students from 250 miles or more away will get quarantined if they show swine flu symptoms.
But what do I know. Those swine flu quarantine apartments could be totally bitchin. Maybe that’s where the last of the money went!
August 19th, 2009 at 1:42 pm
Swiiiiine fluuuuuuu
Swi-i-i-i-ne fluuuuuuuuuuu
I love youuuuuuu
Swine flu!
August 19th, 2009 at 1:42 pm
1 Day, 8 Hours, 17 Minutes, 29 Seconds!! And well dressed!
August 19th, 2009 at 11:49 pm
Huh, haven’t gotten the swine flu letter. Then again, Hampshire went through a really hard time trying to process my new address.
I can often be found at my most assertive when people block my view, but now I wonder if that’s because I can go with the angle that the person just didn’t realize how darn short I am. Today though I am having those kinds of regrets for not completely ripping apart this EPA dude at a conference who was trying to draw a relationship of causation among two factors that are both the product of existing in affluent neighborhoods. I didn’t even leave him a note.
August 24th, 2009 at 10:50 am
Chris: Where’s your fucking GPS?
Tabitha: I bet you would’ve left a really scathing note, too. It would’ve been a good one.