God Prefers Gothic

I feel like most of the red line people on the way would maybe be receptive to having portraits done but they might not necessarily be enthusiastic. On the other hand, at the Orange Line platform was a tall woman in a black and white dress and a woman with blue hair whom I think had a eurypterid patch on her bag and I wanted to ask her about it but there were too many people in between us. On the bright side, my pen didn't fall out of my pocket, I merely left it behind and it is more or less where I left it.
A guy eating at a restaurant had a very realistic scene from Little Red Riding Hood or something.

A woman had a necklace of beads and a pendant that depicted two hands clasped together in prayer, she had a nose piercing and looked like Emma.

I was like "hey, I think I'm going in the wrong direction." I think if I was traveling with someone, I'd say "Maybe I'm not going in the wrong direction. Maybe I want to see if there's an OfficeMax or Staples around here." Spoiler alert, there isn't. I asked Eva and she said the closest one was a half hour walk away, and since she was working, I'd be going there blind. So I just bought the pens at CVS instead. Sometimes you want a slow-drying ink that smudges easily and mixes with water but this isn't the case.

I also found out that Tom Yum soup costs the same whether you buy it at lunch or at dinner
It's very good but it's not Pho and I sized portions.

Outside the library was a Michael Jackson impersonator. I also drew a few people at the library and a few people in the audience along with the band members. They held it in the auditorium instead of the courtyard because there was the threat of storms. Because it's July, the air conditioner must be on full power no matter what the temperature actually is.
Samuel Batista is a saxophonist from Panama and played with Noam Israeli on drums and Rob Taylor on bass. Rob was pretty expressive. He started with Autumn Leaves, which was written by a relative of László Moholy-Nagy, then Body and Soul because everyone needs jazz cred, then So What by Miles Davis, then I think he said Hallelujah but I couldn't make it out, and then something he didn't name.
Somebody in the audience was holding up a Panamanian flag, which is a pretty nice flag, and Samuel says that we are more than just flags. It is a nice flag, though. By extension, I like the Dominican Republic flag as well. My favorite flag is probably the Spiderlands' or Libya's. Algeria's is pretty cool. I like Syria's flag. The good Syria with the red stars. Stars aren't green. Bolivia had a flag in 1825 that looked like a communist flag.

I think that was an elephant tattooed on a woman's arm.
When the concert ended, it was torrenting rain and some people were taking shelter in the train station. One of them asked me if I knew it would stop raining.

A guy had a tattoo of XVIII: la Luna: an anthropomorphized crescent moon. He had a shirt that reminded him of my artwork and a bag with a character from some German thing. His girlfriend, or perhaps simply a friend, was talking about a power outage that disrupted Green Line service and people were walking through the tunnels, and part of the reason I took the Orange Line instead is because of that, so I didn't know if it was running when I got there. I said that my friend (I'm not entirely convinced that Ashley is my friend) was in Germany (according to Danielle, she is in fact in Ireland, where it is not raining, not Germany, and I think she'll be back at the very end of July because she's staying in Europe a bit longer and went to Italy and Ireland as well as Germany and Paris, where she sold a businessman the location of the long-lost remains of the Eiffel Tower; I can only hope that she plans to visit Stockholm and dispense government offices and royal titles to which she has no claim and possibly unleashes a plague of golems upon Prague. Although I think that as Chairman of Time Travel, she can dispense any titles and government offices she wishes, as long as said title begins with "Chairman of" and as long as they believe in social justice or other left-wing causes. Or you can give yourself your own title if you wish) and that yes, Germany is awesome (this last part is true because most of the True Believers in Hitler's cause died in the meat grinders at Stalingrad or were sent off to gulags in Magadan and Tiksi where they eventually came to influence Russian politics)
Ashley didn't visit Lille. I'm sure if she did, she'd be spouting alt-right spoot.
Facebook search being an idiot makes more sense than Ashley blocking me preemptively back in October, even if you are Ashley and therefore capable of seeing the world in four dimensions. As for whether I'll add her on Facebook, let's let Lana answer this.
You don't need to know Ashley's surname so here's an allegory: if László Moholy-Nagy used his full name on Facebook but went by László Nagy in real life, and you search for Lászlo Nagy, your first and only result would be the completely hypothetical László Nagykanizsa, who currently lives in Debrecen, not Bácsborsód.
I'll try to make something of it later.
I was concentrating more on drawing a group of people who may have been speaking French and on the fact that my socks were soaked even though I was wearing shoes. It's tomorrow and they're still wet, though the bit of water that got on my book has evaporated away. I can't leave them in the sun and I'm quite annoyed by that fact.

I drew the same guy twice from two different angles without realizing it because I liked his eyebrows so much.

There was a guy with glasses, a beard, and a septum piercing who reminded me of Alec of Bulldog and Joe Frober and the Drunk Monkeys, there was a woman in a black jacket who reminded me of Lauren.
I talked to her as we got off and she said that I'm really talented despite using a too-thick pen and I wondered if I met her somewhere because she looks familiar.

In appearance, Bethany reminds me of Shannon. She once dyed her hair yellow, like mustard or like a Simpsons character, and it faded away, and once she did this half-yellow half-blue thing that she compared to Milhouse or Marge Simpson. She has a tattoo of Boba Fett with a ribbon on his head, of blue and pink roses, of a hot dog, a flower in a bottle, a whale impaled by a giant saber on one arm, and on the other arm, she had a profile view of Totoro. I was like "I don't know what that is," but I was actually talking about the fact that I made her hand look fucked up trying to depict the tattoos.
On the way in, I met a guy who had one of those stone spirits from Princess Mononoke along with a bear in a boreal forest and an eldritch abomination of some sort that was an eyeball surrounded by black tentacles. We were trying to figure out the name of it and Dan's friend has a ball python named after one. They're called kodama. She likes raccoons but finds their thumbs rather disconcerting. She says my dog looks like a loaf of bread and she said her dog looks like a potato. She wants to cuddle the foxes. She has a friend who volunteered at a wolf sanctuary and I wondered if she meant Melissa but she's like "I don't have any friends named Melissa." She wishes she had a talent.

Dan was talking about Snowpiercer except he was calling it Arctic Train. It's like on the Simpsons, when Homer is talking about that movie about a bus that has to speed around the city, keeping its speed over fifty, and if its speed dropped, it would explode. I think it was called The Bus That Couldn't Slow Down.

Mike said his name was Big Mike but Bethany and Dan said that's not his name, in fact, it's the opposite of his name, which is probably Stumpy Mike or something.

The lobby at Braintree was inundated in water.

I wanted to leave my copy of No Enemy But Time in the sun but I can't do that for a while. I'm pretty sure this isn't the first time the book got a little wet. I'd be pissed if it was my copy of Gold Fame Citrus but I'm not sure why I'd read Gold Fame Citrus when it has rained more or less constantly since April.

Everything was working up until today so it's not like I spilled anything. It's just that the shift keys have stopped working for no reason. Both shift keys. I'm going to blame the humidity.

burning question: Preserve us from the sweeping monsoon rains, from the terror of... hang on, hold on, why am I praying this? Every day I pray the same prayer before I take the elevator down for work; pray for us, preserve us, hear our prayer, I mean, just what am I praying to? A computer? That's all our Mulu the Mudmother is, a pile of bioprocessors, and I expect that to hear my prayers, and answer them, as if it hasn't got enough to do without listening to the gripes and protests of a trog agrarium worker. Oh, come on, I mean, do you really expect me to believe all this? They're only machines...