in america there are sharpies.
nothing but sharpies.
the american standard as far as markers are concerned.
in europe you never know what you’re going to get. sure, the sharpie has made some in-roads here. but more often than not you get a different marker altogether. and the truth be told, some of these markers kick mr. sharpies butt.
i’ve got this edding 3000 that is really nice. stinky, but nice. don’t get me wrong, i appreciate the humble sharpie. but perhaps the kind people at sharpie could develop a few other types of marker?
as a dilletante cartoonist i would appreciate a marker that was a bit more liquid, and a marker with a rounded but firm tip.
that last sentence sounded like i was describing prophylactics.
no. get your mind out of the gutter. i’m talking about magic markers.
permanent markers.
pens.
thank you.
ok, let’s get our minds back in the gutters. enough about magic markers. let’s talk sex.
‘sex’
‘sex’
we could all learn a lot from the humble bonobos.
sex. what’s not to love about sex? everyone should have good sex. good intimacy. good lovin’.
ugh. ‘good lovin’ reminds me of the grateful dead, and i’m sorry to say this, but although i appreciate the dead, they kind of depress me.
ok, it really is time for bed.
6 a.m in warsaw. the sun’s been up for an hour or so.
off to amsterdam tomorrow evening.
all i do is travel.
it’s not so bad.
i’m not complaining.
travel is nice.
ok, travel’s not so nice. airports suck. but at least they’re pregnant with possibility. but airports, for the most part, suck. crowded and grey and grim. or beige. ugh. like the world needs another beige airport.
yes, time for bed.
-moby
