749 Typecast.


I’m going to be in Garden on Tuesday the 5th for a dentist appointment. So plan your life accordingly if you live there.

I have had the conversation from this page so many times that I honestly thought it was already in the comic. I went back and looked over the archive and didn’t see any point where it happened, but I’m sure they must have touched on the theme at least. In any case, even if they did speak of this before, I decided to leave it this way because people do tend to revisit conversations, and it moved nicely into the next part. It’s also possible that since I wrote this years ago that it’s been hanging around in my head and it just feels like I’ve trod this ground before. Really, any number of things could have caused the feeling. I often look at art I have no chance of ever having seen before and feel like I’ve seen it before. Deja vu has plagued me my whole life in many ways. As I’m sure I’ve said before.

I have a tendency to repeat stories I’ve told. Mostly because I can never remember who I’ve told them to. Also, once I’ve told a story one time it moves out of the story to tell box and into the stories I’ve told one, so I stop thinking about it. In fact, my friends often have to remind me of things that I’ve done. I remember them once they retell me the story, but before that point I have limited access to the memory. The more time I spend in isolation the worse it gets.

In writing this down I am reminded of a story that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to use in the comic, so I’ll just tell you guys.

There was once a stock manager where I worked who hated me. She caused problems generally, but for whatever reason she disliked me particularly. This isn’t important to the story per se, but it sort of is. Anyway, it was decided by the powers that be that she needed to be fired. So they sent out a monkey to get that job done. Now, the place I worked sold candy. Whenever something gets opened, be it from theft or accident, it’s reported as a theft and written off on the company’s taxes. The thing is you have to send whatever is left back to whatever magic land they came from. It’s actually kind of bunk because it’s not like you can prove the circumstances most of the time, but I digress.
The lady in question had been eating scraps out of “stolen” bags of candy. Which I don’t think really matters, but when you’re trying to get someone fired you hold to the rules as hard as you can. Anyway, the company’s boy detective caught her scavenging from a bag of Skittles and canned her for it. Problem solved. A few days later a friend of mine ran into her at a restaurant and she told him the story I just related to you. The thing that makes me remember the story is that at the end of the story she dejectedly said “I just wanted to taste the rainbow.”


As much as I disliked her, that was just too good.