Retail Life: Silo & Peasants, Vol. 1: “Let Me Spell That For You.”


I will never understand why this lady thought I could not figure out how to spell the word “the.” How did she think I was spelling it? I mean… That’s a basic article.

Alternatively, I also had the people who would rattle of long titles in Spanish or Russian and then were annoyed when I asked how to spell it. You can just never win with these people.

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Hittite Prayers & Terror and Panic

A few Mondays ago I got a book in the mail entitled Hittite Prayers by Itamar Singer, as part of the Writings From the Ancient World Series. (Which was very exciting. I almost stopped breathing trying to explain to my mum how excited I was because, yes, I am that much of a nerd.) While reading it today (in between editing pictures, because my editing program is so ridiculously slow) I came across this line:

“You stride through the four eternal corners. The Fears run on your right, the Terrors run on your left” (No. 4c, 6.i-61).

This, of course, reminding me of The Iliad  when the Trojans and Achaeans are facing off to battle after Menelaus is wounded:

“Behind them, Ares, as behind the Greeks/ The goddess Athena with sea-grey eyes,/ And on both sides Terror and Panic” (Lombardo, 4.471-3).


I doubt that there’s any true connection there between the Hittite equivalent of Shamash (a sun god) striding around with Terror and Panic and two Greek gods running around with Terror and Panic, but it intrigues me, especially because I am interested in the Hittite underlining of this Greek epic.IMG_2898.jpg

*Those on the right should be recognizable as Panic, Terror, Athena, and Ares. On the left we have Shamash wearing his epic hat and holding something that I’m sure is important in his hands. Next to him are the two viziers Bunene and Misharu both of whom I want to do more research on.

Brighid’s Prank


FIRST OFF: Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

SECOND OFF: I was looking up Roman holidays, because being the nerd that I am I try to pay attention to these things and I found out there was a celebration to Dionysos/Bacchus in March called the Lupercalia. I was trying to figure out what date it would line up with with the modern calendar and it turns out it would probably have started 16 March in the evening and continued on into 17 March, which, as many of you know,  is the supposed birth date of St. Patrick and when many people celebrate St. Patrick’s Day by getting super smashed drunk and eating and having parades – not entirely unlike the ancient Lupercalia. So, of course, immediately my brain imagined this scene.

Have a good day lovelies! 😀

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Retail Life: Building Supply Store Vol.1, “Marry You Right Here in the Check-Out Lane.”

Because you usually get posts on Sunday I didn’t want to disappoint you so I wrote you a comic based on My Life working at The Building Supplies Store [name has been changed for Reasons and I’m sure its identity will be a Complete and Absolute MYSTERY now]. Every once in awhile, when I have time (probably about once a month?)  I will include a My Life comic (with Commentary) on Sundays (probably the first Sunday of the month?) because, my dear lovelies, some stories just absolutely need to be told because #WHAT and #WHY. Enjoy!


  1. Asking a stranger to marry you, even if it is only an exaggeration to make a point, is not appropriate, especially when made to someone working in the service industry and they do not have the ability to escape from your comments which are making them uncomfortable.
  2. Do not make assumptions about someone’s a) sexuality b) desire/ability to have children. I hate when people tell me to have babies, because a) it assumes I want to have sex, b) that I want to procreate, and c) that I don’t have fertility issues. A lot of women are infertile and it is a rough deal so DON’T ASSUME THINGS ABOUT WOMEN AND BABY HAVING. Just. Don’t.
  3. I’m not beautiful, guys. I’m adorable, I’m occasionally pretty, but I’m not beautiful. This is factual. I’m not down-playing myself. But I’m a middle-of-the-road person. My body is lumpy and oddly proportioned. I mean, I love it. I get to call myself a lumpy space princess, so that’s fabulous. So I don’t know what his obsession with calling me beautiful was. I just don’t. I must have been having a really good hair day or something. Or maybe the apron I have to wear at work was hiding my lumpiness?
  4. I wouldn’t actually break every bone in someone’s body because I’m mostly a pacifist, but people making assumptions about me or invading my personal space/life makes me incredibly internally angry and my thoughts turn uber-violent.
  5. I still don’t understand the relevance to my ability to cook -_- OH MY GODS STOP WITH THE HETERONORMATIVE PATRIARCHAL BULLSHIT.
  6. None of this conversation was appropriate to have with a cashier. None of it. I honestly should have been able to just say: “This is making me uncomfortable, please stop,” but he was a regular and I felt like I would get in trouble if I offended him and he complained to a manager. THIS KIND OF FEAR MAKES ME WANT TO BREAK THINGS. Like, all of the light bulbs in Aisle 1, Electrical. I wouldn’t, because the stupid “earth friendly” ones are filled with TOXIC CHEMICALS like MERCURY because that is definitely friendly for the earth and its water supplies ABSOLUTELY. Ahem. Wrong rant. THE POINT IS: this conversation should not have happened. He should not have made the comments OR I should have been able to immediately shut it down.
  8. UGH.

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