Some Thursday mornings begin with deep philosophical questions. Others begin with my hair. This week’s Lunch started exactly where many of our lunches seem to start: with Mr. Mayor questioning whether my morning hairstyle truly deserved to be called a lion’s mane. For more than two years, he reminded me, I have been promising to…
Janita I came into Issue 49 with a plan. Not a gentle plan. Not one of those “let us have a nice little Friday chat and maybe peel one emotional potato” plans. No. I came in with a proper Fruitloop University plan, the kind with medieval marketplaces, shiny useless bank cards, pet rocks, prehistoric butterflies,…
I think, unfortunately, it is not possible to have a time machine. But I wish for that. That is maybe the first thing The Mayor should understand. When I said the words time machine, he immediately became interested. For him it was already a door opening into the Plaza, probably with a cartoon cave, a…
Today started with chaos. My computer was doing weird things again, and Fruitloop asked me if I had the good computer or the bad one. Honestly, I didn’t even know what happened, but finally it worked, so it was okay. I was really tired. Like really really tired. I had a huge weekend and almost…
Monday, eight o’clock in the morning, and the day was already gone. Finished. That is what I said to The Mayor when we started our weekly meeting. Monday was there, yes, but in my head it was already running away from me. The week had begun, the work was waiting, the normal things were standing…
