for the entirety of march, i’m going to reblog a picture, song, quote, video, whatever that shows up on my dash each day and write a flash bit for/about/inspired by it, probably somewhere between 500 and 1000 words, but who knows, right?
i sent in a submission a couple weeks ago that totally missed the mark as far as i’m concerned, and i need a project for this month.
my work schedule is a little wonky, but i’m expecting to have each bit done by 12am everyday.
it could be disastrous or worse and i will share it with you all.
see you in a couple of days…
[and, really, until warren ellis’ TRANSMETROPOLITAN i’d argue american comics were also not a welcoming medium to sci-fi: it was the only title to survive dc comics Helix line of a decade ago, after all.]
Sometimes, not even late at night but early in the morning, you just have to stop by Starbucks, order a coffee (not the expensive kind), and use their bathroom because you have some man’s come dripping down your leg.
“I think I want to develop an eating disorder.”
“I don’t know. Bored, I guess. I need something to make me more interesting at parties.”
“And an eating disorder is the way to do this?”
“Well, kind of: I’ll look great!”
“You already do.”
“So, which one do you think you’ll do? Anorexia, bulimia?”
“Me? I am not picking out your eating disorder.”
“Why’s everything such a drag with you?”
“Fine. Which one’s the once when you don’t have to vomit?”
“Whichever one it is, that one.
“I hate getting sick.”
“But starving yourself is okay?”
“I just won’t go out to restaurants, that’s all.”
“Yes. Yes I am.”
“Why an eating disorder?”
“It’s easier than going to the library.”
“Leave me alone. I just want something to do. You know, like, in life.”
“You are the stupidest boy in the entire world.”
“Fuck you, you married me.”