RING OF FIRE

Yesterday evening I showed my apartment mate a few of my recent virus drawings. She shuddered slightly and said "okayyyy ... ". You could hear the dot dot dot in her voice.
She looked at me askance.

Kind of the same reaction the bald degenerate had when I showed him the artistic interpretations of burning cyber trucks.

Not as extreme -- at one point he nearly shouted that the FBI should investigate me for being a commie terrorist liberal, it was unAmerican, dammit -- but sort of in the same general vein. Disquieted drawing away in distaste. This from a person who deals with medical records all the time. I think both those types of illustrations are lovely.


The bar is set high on this. Trust me.


The other day a neurosurgeon with whom I get along very well suggested I should look up the tobacco mosaic virus as well as bacteriophages, as I would find them visually interesting.
So I did. Oh my heavens yes. How very charming!

I showed her the bacteriophage.
She said it looked evil.

For some reason it reminded her of Johnny Cash singing 'Ring of Fire', which she thought was about haemorrhoids. I always assumed a superior hot sauce. Sort of a Southern thing.

Apropos of nothing at all, why aren't there any great rockabilly songs about Spam?
Surely everyone from Tennessee or Arkansas is spamophagic?
It's a crying shame, tell ya wut.


Spam tastes great with superior hot sauce.
Can't get more Southern than that.


For about half an hour she was singing 'Ring of Fire' sotto voce while browsing the internet after that. I did not say anthing. Sure, she was probably thinking of haemorrohids (see aforementioned medical records), whereas I dreamed of Sriracha.
It is rare that I think of haemorroids.



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