And, obviously, so is D.
*be sure to check out the alt text.
A visual description:
The first picture is a three frame comic strip. In each panel is a simply drawn stick person with a quote above him. In the first panel, he says, "Staring at the ceiling, she asked me what I was thinking about." In the second panel he says, "I should have made something up." In the final panel he says, "The Bellman-Ford Algorithm makes terrible pillow talk."
The second picture is of a single panel comic strip. It looks like a diagram of an area with the footprints of a couple of L-shaped buildings. One is in the upper left and the other is in the lower left. Each is labeled "building." Next to the upper building is a stick person with an arrow pointing off the top of the picture and labeled, "My apartment." There are three different dashed lines that represent his walking path from where he is standing to the bottom building. Each is labeled with the time it would take him to get to the building using each different route. One path, that follows a sidewalk around a right angle is labeled "60 seconds." Another path cuts diagonally and then follows a sidewalk. It is labeled "48.2 seconds." The final path is the straightest path between the stick person and the lower destination building. It is labeled "44.7 seconds." Along the side are several algebraic equations, supposedly the math he has worked out to chart his quickest route. The caption reads, "When I'm walking, I worry a lot about the efficiency of my path."
Okay, and finally, my favorite. Last one, I swear:
And for Sarah, and whoever else, here we go with the visual discription:
A comic with six panels. In the first, a standing stick person says to another stick person who is seated inf front of a computer, "You should be more careful about what you write. You never know when a future employer might read it." In the second panel, the seated person replies, "When did we forget our dreams?" The standing person asks, "What?"
In the third very large panel, the stick computer person delivers the following monologue: "The infinite possibility each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking. And I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last. Every moment gently following the curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.
And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing, the solutions doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to fit someones expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of someday shaking things up. This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can..."
The next three panels have the stick person saying just one very large bold word per panel, each punctuated with a period. The words are FUCK. THAT. SHIT.