We have experienced a death in my immediate family. I was simply not in the mood to publish the heinous Christmas crimes of Tix and Jorge, because this has been the saddest Christmas of my life. This comic is just a little experiment and a hobby, so there is no one screaming about deadlines. I’m the boss and I decided that if I’m still here next Christmas I will push the Christmas Science story arc forward and finish it then. Christmas stuff after 26 December is about as welcome as yesterday’s fish. Thanks to everyone who offered words of support. They meant a lot to me. I hope you have a spectacular new year and I’ll see you then.
This article in Wired examines the widely held belief that sad people are more creative. But if it really is true, and the sad, yet creative people are aware of it, then they would be happy because they believe that they are more creative. But if they are happy they are not sad. I think you can see where this is going.
I submitted this comic to a guest comic contest on Wasted Talent, but …. *SIGH* the rejects ended up on an somewhat hidden Facebook album euphemistically entitled “Bonus Comics”. Anyway, although it wasn’t good enough for WT, it totally meets the standards we have over here at Tix-Comix. Maybe Jam (author of WT) just didn’t want to ruin my creative streak by giving me a good jolt of joy juice. So thanks, Jam for keeping me creative, I guess. I’m feeling very “creative” today; and as long as I’m not happy about it, the creativity persists. You might want to check out WT: it makes me chuckle most of the time.
Fill in blanks 1 and 2 with some demographic composite and a job title respectively.
“Well, sure we’d hire a [blank_1] if we found a qualified one.”
Except that to be “qualified” you have to fit the prevailing culture’s idea of what a [blank_2] looks like. It has nothing to do with qualifications or raw ability to perform the work. It has everything to do with the prevailing work culture. Must also like male-focused heterosexual porn, misogynistic humor, internet gaming, metal, and crappy Chinese take-out. Hey, it’s their money. If they think that every [blank_1] is a poor “fit”, mostly due to their [blank_1]-ness no amount of affirmative action, ADA, or EEOC rulings is going to force them to hire one. Of course it’s illegal to actually come out and say this. So they don’t.
Certain inanimate objects (e.g. rubber bands and crumpled receipts) tend to give the impression that they are constantly making whoopee in dark corners of drawers and shelves when I’m not looking, because there are always more and more of them each time I look. It seems that the more useless the item, the greater probability that they will procreate in one’s musty corners. Therefor it would be unusual for plastic storage containers, which are actually fairly useful, to multiply. Normally I can’t find one that is both the right size and with a lid that fits. But when I came back from my travels to South America, Wow! There were hundreds of high quality tupperwares and other plastic food containers that I absolutely know I had never seen before. I went on a food storing binge just so I could use some of them. I hoped that this was the start of a trend, and that some of the money in my investment account would behave likewise, but in this sucky economy you’re lucky to break even with money. Damn!
When I recovered from my jet lag I realized, of course, that without me here to cook, my remaining behind family members were failing to prepare and consume the massive supply of victuals I had laid in for them, because that would have required washing, peeling, chopping, and (oh horror) actually combining and cooking in something other than a microwave. The plastic containers, therefore, were obviously brought in by friends attempting to prevent my family from starving. But the image of recycled yogurt buckets and tupperwares getting it on in the pantry gave me a chuckle.,