Comic 10. Double digits are titillating! I am going to have to print up some of the t-shirts that Murphy wears. Maybe once I establish a fanbase beyond my mom.
RARE MOMENT OF BLOGINASIA: Ok so I'm going to actually "blog" in my "blog," a part of the "blogosphere." The day's occurence was far too odd to go unmarked. Preface: Nashville has been in a severe climatological dry spell for a couple of weeks. Beautiful days, but very dry. So today, I was at the annual Gay Pride Festival with friends. We had only taken a few steps into the Festival, just enough time to see the garbage cans sponsored by a sexual lubricant, a guy in Gap Kids-sized daisy dukes, and a woman with a shirt reading "The Red Vag of Courage." The first fat drops of rain spat. No big deal. I ain't Elphaba. But within minutes, a full-scale apocalypse erupted.
Torrential rain slashed the Festival to ribbons and scattered the hundreds of provocatively and colorfully dressed visitors. Crevasses of lightning torn in the sky and wardrums of thunder. Tree limbs the size of cars rained down. It was a whole-sale end of days. We had to be rescued by a friend who somehow had made it to his car, as the path to ours promised certain death - via drowning, electrocution, limb-crushery, or soggy fashion crisis. The cataclysmic epiphenomenon was apparently localized over the park, leaving the majority of Nashville still very dry. Was it the intervention of a diety or does the Middle Tennessee gay community just know how to throw a wild party? Needless to say, can't wait to see what next year's Festival will bring!
Comic 10. Double digits are titillating! I am going to have to print up some of the t-shirts that Murphy wears. Maybe once I establish a fanbase beyond my mom.
Comic 9! Fairies are an integral part of the medical world. Or am I looking for an excuse to draw something cute? The world is rife with mystery!
Comic 8! The last post I make as a first year medical student. I know the dysphasia all too well. One time at my internal medicine preceptorship, I went into a room to talk to a patient. On her chart, under "Reason for visit," it read what I thought was "FLU." I began to ask about flu symptoms, coughing, scratchy throat, achey muscles. She denied all symptoms. I checked the chart again. "Are you sure?" "Yes." "You don't have the flu?" "Um, no." Long pause. "Why don't you just tell me what you are in for," I said, completely flummoxed. She then told me about some other problem, one that she was at the office to follow-up on. Follow-up. F/U.
Comic 7. Sorry for the delay in posts; I have had a phalanx of tests to thwart off of late, and the battered shield and nicked sword must again wearily rise to meet the second wave of my enemy. Namely biochemistry. Which I should have been studying today as opposed to drawing comics.
Comic 6. I have no idea where that woman's arms are. Or maybe I just don't want to know.
