Being Sick Gives You Superpowers!

Yeah, you read that right. It's true! Or it should be! In my mind, they're the same thing! Anyway, I was thinking about it on my way to work today.

BACKGROUND INFO:

• I have been sick since Saturday because I decided to have a date night with my (girl)friend Kayti and she got me all ill.
• I have to walk from the T stop to the school I work at in this lovely section of Boston called Allston. It's actually, like most of Boston, pretty weird. It seems to be made up of fresh faced college grads, hipsters, and sketchy individuals who stop and stare at you in a vaguely threatening manner. These are three groups I distrust deeply.

Anyway, my upbringing in burbs of CT didn't exactly give me a lot of self-defense skills. I know what you're thinking: There are places in CT that AREN'T the burbs?! WHAT?!?! Trust me, there are (maybe three?). So, today, on my slightly sketchy walk to work, I began to think that being ill would actually come in handy off chance that today was the day that someone would actually try to mess with me.

Basically, this was me today:


Yes, that is a cloud of radioactive common cold around me. Seriously, if somebody were to attack me, I would just lick them and they'd be done for. Or something like that.

My sickness will straight mess you up if you come within a one foot radius of me.

Also, being noticeably ill is a good way to sit alone on the subway. People, in general, will assume you are playing host to the plague and leave you the hell alone, just to be safe.

Another note for your edification: It's like 20 degrees here now. That drawing started out with me just as a stick figure but just thinking about that made me cold, so I drew a hat and a jacket. But no pants, still. Pants are for squares! I may be dying of the bubonic plague but I am NOT a square!

My hat really is that awesome. It looks completely different but, in essence, it's THAT great.

If I were to really explore this further and become a full fledged superhero, with contagious germs being my weapon of choice, I guess my cape would have to be a tissue. AND my weakness would be Nyquil! I'd be like Peter Parker but nerdier and I wouldn't go all mainstream and get buff and lose the glasses like he did! Oh, no, I'm sticking to my sickly, dorky image.

Also, I take serious objection to this whole thing where the government demands that we cough into our elbows instead of our hands (it was the government that made us do that, right?). And don't you dare judge me on that! It looks ridiculous but apparently it stops the spread of germs. Uh, I don't care. I look nefarious every time I do it (like I'm drawing a cloak over my face like Nosferatu) and all it accomplishes is making really really want a cloak! Uggghh! Since its so frickin' cold out, I've taken to coughing into my scarf which just makes me look super sketchy, if the looks I got on the T were any indication. It also feels like I'm just sending my germs right back into my face, which seems counterproductive. I just think the world was a simpler place when I could just cough into my hands. I'm telling you, man, Swine Flu ruined everything! It sounded cute at first but it is actually not. I don't know if I'm behind the curve on realizing this. Probably not.

Anyway, so that's what I was thinking about on the way to work today. It was probably funnier in my fevered brain, but there it is. Tonight, though, I've got a date with a bottle of Nyquil. What?! My archenemy?! Yeah, that's right. We have that whole love/hate thing going on. Nyquil = Femme Fatale? Pretty much.

I guess that only leaves us with the question: If I use my sickness to fight evil, but I can't control who gets my cold, does that make me a hero or a villain?! Stay tuned, friends.

Your Sickly,
Edgar Allen Foe (Emma)

Hello!  This is a new team blog made under much stress and anxiety mostly on Emma's part, because it's really really hard to figure out how to use Angela's computer and the internet is a confusing place full of html and fear.

It's like we're Gollum, but two people. Trippy, right?!

Anywayyys.  It's our first post, so we're going to write about awesome things in the hopes that people other than us will follow it, because we're the only people who follow each other's respective blogs.  You should also check those out too, by the way.

Check out Angela's blog over at Little Motel or follow her on twitter. where she is known under the alias of @_PaperThinWalls.

Emma used to have a blog here, but she doesn't anymore, much to the eternal sadness of all the internet, especially Robby D. BUT, she is on Twitter at @emmaemmadilemma

Social Networking is delicious.

We might link to this stuff on the side of our blog eventually, if the technology gods should choose to smile upon us some day. That is doubtful, however, because Emma just spent like an eternity trying to link to them here. What a loser, love Angela.  

PS. I didn't write this.  Emma is turning this post into Fight Club.  I am so scared of pipe bombs and Brad Pitt right now.  What if it turns out that I'm Brad Pitt!?  Oh God, I don't want to be married to Angelina Jolie!  And have eight(een) children.

Also, our names are part of our imaginary roller derby team/book club. If you want to join, you better have a good literature inspired nickname. You have been warned.

So, pretty much, from now on, we'll be putting random, crazy stuff here. There'll probably be lots of awesome, and books, and Kool-Aid, and shanking, and pizza, and pictures, and schizophrenia, and fun stuff.

Also, Ang, talking about Fight Club?! WHAT'S THE FIRST RULE OF FIGHT CLUB?!?!?! THAT'S WHAT i THOUGHT!

So, uh, yeah, stay tuned! Or call the authorities. We don't know your lives....

Warmest Regards for this Holiday Season,
Shanksspeare (Angela)
&
Edgar Allen Foe (Emma)