Let the Right One In

True love lasts a lifetime. Unless of course you are undead. Then its tricky.

Numbers. Letters. Awesome.

There were a couple years that I had to see a math tutor after school. She had a tight Brillo-like perm and drank lukewarm water. She ate the instant macaroni and cheese bowls with very little water so the noodles were crunchy and the cheese powder wasn't fully dissolved. Those were her only oddities that I knew of, but they were enough to keep her single and lonely and teaching slackers how to divide. I still can't multiply 7's and 8's. I only know 9's because of that finger trick.
On the way to my parents I pass a place called Kumon. It's a learning center advertising, Math. Reading. Success. Being a learning center I think Kumon is pronounced Come On. Come on, you can do it! The face is skeptical almost confused. Which makes sense considering those using a learning center. It's definitely less antagonizing then a smiley face. I hate smiley faces. If I could, I would punch smiley faces in their smiley faces.
The founder of Kumon, Mr. Come On

X-Files

I recently started watching the X-Files. One disk into the third season I have become very attached to Skully and Mulder. Lately the postal service has had difficulty delivering mail, resulting in delays in Netflix deliveries. When the DVD doesn't arrive I figure Skully and Mulder are investigating some mystery. I curse Mulders name for not letting me spend time with Skully but that's teamwork. No one gets them like I do. There is obvious tension between myself and Skinner. I respect his position and person but sometimes he gets in the way. The problem is he is too normal. He doesn't constantly question his life's purpose, he looks for no reason, he just does his job. I questioned my purpose and reasoned that it is to do my job. I am doomed to be a Skinner. I'm not nearly smart enough to be a Skully and can't be a Mulder because my sister has never been abducted. All that's left is being disliked by both sides and a lot of paperwork.
They have each others backs. They wear suits with shoulder pads that never get dirty. They where long coats that don't get in the way while in pursuit of suspects. The photo above is how I think of them. Strong, suited, and toned in browns. That is why the photo below is so startling. No coats, leather jacket, exposed leg, bright colors; I don't know what to think or how to feel. What are they doing in such badly postured positions?