This was the most unproductive week I’ve had in months, all thanks to a simple inoculation.
My girlfriend got a flu vaccination, which, less than twenty four hours later, made us Patient Zero and One. This culminated in a mid-week trip to the ER for her, and while I managed not to miss any day-job work, I spent most of my non-retail time trying to sleep the bug off or being too miserable to do much more than fantasize about sending one of the ornate puzzle boxes from Hellraiser to the pharmacist who suggested the shot to her in the first place as thank you for ruining my week.
Moral of the story: the next time someone offers you a nice needle full of contagion, take a real close look at their identification.
While I try to make up for lost time on other projects, I haven’t had a chance to put together anything new for this space, so we’re going to fall back on the ol’ Tumblr feed, Son of Public Domain!
Twenty different chemical compounds in his utility belt and none of them are Nair. Like the Joker cares about the five o’clock shadow on his legs.
“Hurry up, Robin! ”
*Sigh*. Worst patrol EVER. No wonder Bruce ditched him for the Justice League.
See? This is what’s going to happen if you don’t GET OFF THE SMARTPHONE and DRIVE THE @#$%ING CAR …
Jess told Doctor Strange it would be a great idea to have that free rabies clinic for lycanthropes, but would he listen? No, he’s too busy tripping out on the astral plane, and guess who has to spend an hour brushing drool and fur out of her hair?
Grammar vs. cleavage: cleavage for the win.
The only thing scarier than the Batfleck? The Bieber Wonder.
Thanks for stopping by Public Domain!
(Cue 1980s synthesizers.)
Public Domain, a shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a nerd who does not resist being one.
Michael Leonard, a forty-ish loner on a crusade to champion the cause of the seduction of the innocent, the hapless, the superpowered-less, in a world of cars that sadly, do not talk or drive themselves.