Friday, March 9, 2012

In which I play with bubbles

Yes. Bubbles.

So, since my hair has started to grow back in I've begun to look for a job. It's as infuriating as ever, but I think I'm getting better at it. I mean, I actually have some experience now, and an interesting if emotionally manipulative story to tell. Behold:

Manager: So, tell me why you left your last job.
Me: Oh, they fired me because I didn't come in for a week.
Manager: I see... (disapproving scribbling.)
Me: Of course, I was in the middle of a hostage situation at the time.
Manager: What?
Me: Yeah, I couldn't really call them and tell them I wasn't coming in. They did offer me my job back, but by then I had come down with cancer.
Manager: ...

Much better than the last time, don't you think?

I still take an awful lot of walks. It's something to do, I guess. Yesterday Anya came with me. We ran into a place where a girl was just blowing bubbles out in the street. I have a thing for bubbles. They are shiny and awesome and yet really fragile. Bubbles are badass.

The store ended up being a toy and art supplies store. I've never really heard of somewhere that sells both toys and art supplies, but given Anya was with me it ended up being the most perfect place ever. I got her some nice colored pencils for her drawings, even though they scare the shit out of me.

Anya never really got past the disturbing drawing phase. She's always doing some sort of fairy tale image with tentacles climbing up the pillars or the prince hanging from a tree. I really do worry about her sometimes. But it's a hobby. Gotta support hobbies.

We didn't buy any toys. Instead we went to a nearby McDonald's and bought happy meals. Anya got a transformers toy. I got Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie Pie kicks ass.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

In which I need a hippie van.

I saw my first cherry blossom of the year today. I was taking a walk and there it was, among a bunch of other trees that hadn't bloomed yet. There is still something beautiful and comforting about those trees. Funny that a plant saved my life, but it did. And every once in a while, I just love to see them.

I'll probably be needing that boost, too. I've been trying to look for this mysterious Atropos person. So far nothing. At this point I might have to actually talk to Lazarus. Oh please whatever deity exists, don't make me do that.

I did manage to google Atropos though. It's a fate! She's one of three sisters who determine the fate of mankind (and the gods maybe? It got confusing). Atropos is the one who cuts the thread of life. Which sort of means that she's the person who kills everybody.

That's a cheery image.

At the very least, I am probably looking for a girl. Because girls might take the names of male mythical figures, it doesn't usually happen the other way around.

I feel like a detective now.

All I need to do is keep Anya out of this. She has been asking me questions, and I think she suspects something. I really don't want to pull her into this again.

Though that might be because I doubt I'd be able to save her this time.