Done with Pegasus, seen in a downtrodden Dayton alley
This entry isn’t about a discarded vinyl toy.
It isn’t about a fresh (and redrawn) reprint of my Tim Gunn “Make It Work” shirt. (Which by the way, you can try and snag for free on Joe My God’s Swag Tuesday, simply leave a comment with your email address.)
No, what currently is on my mind is that I want to go see that bodies exhibit, but word on the street is that there is a four hour wait to get in the Cincinnati Museum Center . This is exactly the reason why I did not make it through the Martha Stewart Apprentice try outs.
Long lines are a great travesty on the world. They impede productivity and spoil moods.
Wouldn’t a system like a movie theater work? Let X number of people in at a certain time, sell tickets according to schedule and capacity. I suppose this doesn’t maximize profits, but I’m just trying to think about the children—and my short fuse for long lines.
Maybe I should have written about the little pony.
Current music: Malcolm McLaren “Ride A Fashion Horse Part 1”