I'm in Copenhagen visiting my buddy for this birthday this weekend. I forgot to bring paper with me, so I snuck a comic in his notebook he had lying around while he was out...
Showing posts with label recycling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label recycling. Show all posts
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Friday, March 22, 2013
Friday, January 27, 2012
Typewriters and Environment and Such
Holy. I turned 26 today. I feel strange about that for some reason.
Wonderful day so far: G baked me a chocolate cake, made me breakfast, and showered me with presents, including a beautiful red typewriter!
About an hour after that, G got the results for his written Staatsexam and found out that he'd passed with an awesome grade! Whoop!
Heading to the therme and sauna to celebrate later on. Yay!
And here are some environment-related comics. I know. Totally unrelated, I know. I drew them yesterday.
Par-tay!
Wonderful day so far: G baked me a chocolate cake, made me breakfast, and showered me with presents, including a beautiful red typewriter!
 |
| I've always always always wanted a typewriter! Whoop! |
Heading to the therme and sauna to celebrate later on. Yay!
And here are some environment-related comics. I know. Totally unrelated, I know. I drew them yesterday.
Par-tay!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Garbage
One of the things I was bracing myself for when I moved back to Japan last year was its notoriously fascist garbage collection system.
(click to enlarge)
The thing is, you can get used to anything. After a while, I didn't even have to look at my calender to know if it was Monday (combustibles) or the second Tuesday of the month (plastic bottles). I got really good at washing, cutting, and drying the milk and juice cartons quickly. I think they'd even reduced the number of categories in the last few years, so it was slightly easier than the last time I had been so traumatized and overwhelmed by its complexity. Eventually, I even moved into an apartment that had its own garbage room so I didn't have to deal with this 8:00 business . . . before that, I'd often wake to the sound of the garbage truck leaving, and think to myself, "Crap. I guess I'll have to live with my stinky garbage for another 3 days."
Anyway. I could probably go on forever, but homework's a-callin'.
**
Oh, also. This is unrelated to garbage, but ain't it the truth: Printers Were Sent from Hell to Make Us Miserable.
The thing is, you can get used to anything. After a while, I didn't even have to look at my calender to know if it was Monday (combustibles) or the second Tuesday of the month (plastic bottles). I got really good at washing, cutting, and drying the milk and juice cartons quickly. I think they'd even reduced the number of categories in the last few years, so it was slightly easier than the last time I had been so traumatized and overwhelmed by its complexity. Eventually, I even moved into an apartment that had its own garbage room so I didn't have to deal with this 8:00 business . . . before that, I'd often wake to the sound of the garbage truck leaving, and think to myself, "Crap. I guess I'll have to live with my stinky garbage for another 3 days."
Anyway. I could probably go on forever, but homework's a-callin'.
**
Oh, also. This is unrelated to garbage, but ain't it the truth: Printers Were Sent from Hell to Make Us Miserable.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)