I’ve been working on politics a lot lately. Right now I’m sitting in a coffee shop waiting for people to vote or whatever they’re going to do today, and it’s a nice day outside. It’s about the sport of things, the sports aspect of trying to change the world, and I don’t want to let myself get too caught up on the outcome of one race or another — especially when I did so little to affect it. It’s just horse racing, and that means it’s the horse that runs the race. You just watch from the stands.
I’ve learned what I’m good at in the realm of politics. I’m good at door-to-door. I’m not sure I really care for any of the rest of it, though I’m alright at setting up meetings and going to them. But what I really like is knocking on doors and making votes. I seem to have a knack for it, or at least I don’t dread it as much as other people do.
I’m also finishing up the most recent issue of Monomania. After about two years of effort it’s very nearly done, and word on the street is that I’ll have my new Cintiq (the last one broke) when I get home today. Time to throw down on some comic bookin’.
Did you know that, biologically speaking, centaurs don’t make a dang bit of sense? I mean, you have the entire top half of a human attached to an entire horse except the head. What does the centaur do with two full digestive systems? One for omnivores and one for ruminants? Have you ever seen a centaur eat grass? They don’t have the jaw for it! I guess you could say the incredibly long GI tract is to pull so much energy out of food that it is possible to support that much body mass — the horse part could have a sac to ferment the feces from the human part, then another stomach to digest it.
But that’s hella gross.
Centaurs must eat a lot.