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Today’s title is a shout out to Thomas Dolby’s 1982 hit, “She Blinded Me With Science.”
It’s poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm – but she blinded me with science
“She blinded me with science!”
And failed me in biology
I was 22 years old in 1982. Just graduated from UT, bar tending in Houston and trying to get my cartooning career started. The only memory this song brings back to me are too many dreary nights in too many dreary night clubs (Confetti’s anyone?) getting ignored by too many dreary (and apparently no where near drunk enough) women.
It was that post-graduate/pre-something period where you’re waiting for your life to start. You’re standing in a DMV length line and you just have to wait your turn. It’s a rite of passage for pretty much everybody. And it really, really sucked.
But it gets better.
But then it gets worse. Then it gets really, really bad. But then it gets amazing. And then it gets awsome! But then it gets worse. Then it gets down right desperate. And then it gets better. And then it gets amazing again.
And then it’s over.