Warning: Long post about something very near my heart.
About three inches from it, give or take.
Tumblr, meet Cancer-Bob. (Bob, this is Tumblr. They’re lovely, but they’re gonna hate you.)
I got diagnosed with Bob about six weeks ago. (It’s fine, I’m not gonna die, I’m just gonna have a really shitty few months.) As is the way of my people, I started doing a comic about it. Except it’s not really a comic, because there’s only one picture in it, but it’s more a comic than it is anything else. A comic made entirely of words, I guess?
It’s mostly me screwing around with Typorama and word balloons and the alcohol ink tools in Procreate. I knew that if I had to draw hamsters or wombats, I’d never keep up. My energy levels are, uh, variable. But it’ll tell you the saga, or at least some of it, and I got really into making it, and I commit some spectacular atrocities with fonts.
(It’s ok to laugh, by the way. Some of it’s hilarious.)
(Also I’m very sorry, I can’t do alt text for all these. If someone wants to type them out, I will embrace you as a savior, but it’s just…a lot.)
This is only part one of rather a lot, but Tumblr has a 10 image limit from the app. I’ll put up more tomorrow. And I only just started chemo in real life, so there’ll be more. And then, if fate is kind, someday there won’t have to be.
Folk music is wonderful because there’s bound to be a million versions of any song you love. Folk music is terrible because nobody will ever sing it right except the person who taught you the song.
“hallelujah” by leonard cohen being played as an easter and christmas song, “zombie” by the cranberries” being played as a halloween song, and “born in the U.S.A.” by bruce springsteen being played as a Fourth of July/generic us patriotism song have got to be a special trifecta of the most no-listening-comprehension musical moments that happen on seasonal playlists every single year
You can tell when someone’s frame of reference for “normal people” is more “people at the church sponsored ice cream social” and less “people on the bus”
You may be seen as a normal person, but your best friend is a superhero and your fiancé is a supervillain. Neither knows the other’s identity nor the fact that the MacGuffin they are fighting over has been under your bed the whole time.
I don't know if you'll see this but I thought I'd share an anecdote:
My ma and I watched Good Omens together, after which I finally read the book (both are delightful).
Thing is, I remembered a while back my ma had to change her car's radio, which was old and had a CD reader but not USB or bluetooth. Before removing it, she checked to see if there was a cd inside, just in case. and out pops... Queen's Greatest Hits!
So, while she did not remember playing this cd in her car, she goes oh well, I'll put it back in its box. she was sad to see the cd looked kinda scratched, since we're usually pretty careful.
Anyways, she goes, finds our Queen's Greatest Hits cd box, opens it and inside she finds... our Queen cd!! so now we have 2 of them
We have no idea where the second one came from, but after reading Good Omens I think I have a theory... any thoughts? is this a sign of demonic intervention?
One of those moments where I wish Terry Pratchett was alive, to send it to him...