Speaking of comics, remember Scott McCloud's lonely crusade for micropayments?
No, didn't think so. . .
Words to live by: Don't feed your racist toothpaste to the cat.
I can't judge distances/locations for shit: The temp assignment is a stone's throw from Cyberia Internet Cafe, it turns out. So I possibly could update during the day, or even edit this into coherence at some point.
Finally got the copies of my DD 214 in a letter from the government the other day (I opened and read it, it started off "Dear Sir/Madam," so they have problems with that, too, the suckers). No idea what I did with the ribbons and medals I apparently earned. Know I need to nail that story down if I ever decide to run for public office. But this does mean I can start the other paperwork for that Illinois Veteran's Grant thang. McHenry County College, the Honorable Richard J. Daley College, UIS, UIC, UIUC, so many options. And it's amazing how a shitty temp assignment will light a fire under your ass to start looking for an actual career. A motivational tool better than the motivational posters decorating the lunch area.
Where "decorating" means "stuck on walls as what one hopes is an absurdist joke, but one knows better, as The Damned rarely do absurdist humor."
And Colson Whitehead's John Henry Days makes for fine reading during lenghty commutes to and from The Damned, I must say.