Frustrated with today’s lack of productivity–I was working, and thus felt that I accomplished nothing of consequence–I stayed up late running off prints of the Interrogative Wombat. And watching, for some reason, “Inherit the Wind.” It was a little surreal.
I pulled off the last print for the evening, watched Matthew Brady drop dead in the courtroom, eyed the wombats draped over every available surface, and wondered if anyone else on the planet was spending the evening in quite the same fashion.
All those billion people, probably. Although most of ’em don’t get cable, so maybe not.