Shing last told us about the time she tried to masturbate with a tribble, and had previously drawn something profound about race relations.
Tags: cartoons, fears, shing yin khor, yes
Shing last told us about the time she tried to masturbate with a tribble, and had previously drawn something profound about race relations.
Tags: cartoons, fears, shing yin khor, yes
four oh god every day
fourrrrr
fourever
i am lost in the four-est
gone but not four-gotten
I’m at one with never amounting to anything. I am happy day to day and the ponies like me. Bugger leaving a legacy!
My fear of failure is so intense it’s the main thing I’m working on with my therapist right now.
Agreed! Although this attitude has become much easier for me as I get older, and I hope that acceptance continues.
Yes, mine has come with age – and also I think from having disasters happen and getting over them. My ex was very driven and ambitious, whereas I am totally not, and after we split up and I went through the whole ‘I’ve lost everything so nothing matters any more’ crisis, I did realise that actually it’s fine for me to just have a job that pays my bills comfortably and not a high powered career, that I don’t have to take every talent and ability I have and push it to the limits.
My life is never going to be one that’l get me obituaries in the papers, but I’m happy and that’s really all I need.
I’m currently trying to work on taking this one step further: “the world has a lot of humans on it, probably too many, so by living a life that makes me happy and then leaving all my money to environmental groups when I die is clearly a good thing I can do for the world.”
And MAN does that look super-depressing written out like that. Hrmmm. (But it doesn’t make me sad.)
I’m gonna with #5. #4 for me is less a fear and more a constant weight of existential dread.
Are fire ants the same thing as red ants? Cause if so then yes. Awful.
All I think when I hear or read Fire Ants is Fallout 3 in which case it’s less fear and more ‘I hate this fucking sidequest’.
That sidequest is the woooooorst. Die for all I care, annoying tyke; I will not brave the fire ant caves with like 30 rounds of ammunition to save you.
I’ve often ended up leaving it for ages. Kids can’t die in fallout 3, what’s the worst that could happen to him?
Last time I just tossed some irradiated water in that little tube of his. Do your best, BRYAN.
Yeah, I got dragged through a fire ant hill when I was a kid, and I promise it’s even worse than getting dragged through a hill of your own unfulfilled potential. I mean, not a lot worse. But worse.
But now I would like to see a hill of my own unfulfilled potential. Would it have my drum set form 8th grade and all those half-filled sketchbooks and essays that could have been good if I’d spent more than two hours on them? Or would it just be a depressing gray mass?
Mine would start out on a foundation of that meticulously researched and written 4th-grade essay on the Chickasaw Nation that I never turned in FOR REASONS (no reason) and then pile on from there. I can see a lot of the items verrrrrry clearly.
But I have decided recently that, hey, FUCK THAT. I can only do what I can do, here in the present and in the future; I cannot undo the past or revisit it to do it better. And hanging onto that big ball of shame and regret is just a slow poison that seeps into today. I need to take the small amount of instruction and wisdom from what I left undone, and then move along.
This mental reframing of all that “wasted potential” has been surprisingly effective and positive so far.
Shing! You are so talented and you create such beautiful art that is so true and real. I am not indifferent to you.
(but it doesn’t count because I’m poor and cannot patron your art)
It counts! It counts all the time, more than you know!!
To sometimes split an infinitive is not a crime.
I agree with these all, but fire ants are the worst!
I like prescriptive grammar rules because I take them as a challenge. Like mixing vertical and horizontal stripes, I can be a REBEL by splitting my infinitives as much as I like to.
We are all absolved because we are not speaking Latin. Same goes for ending a sentence with a preposition. It’s ok!
#4. 🙁
My biggest fear is of crawling through tiny spaces. I joke that this is why I needed to be born C-section.
Here lies a girl who liked to often split infinitives.
And to split tribbles.
Apparent theme of this cold Tuesday morning at the Toast: dying a spinster, alone, unappreciated, and unloved. THANKS GUYS.
I think this is part of the Toast’s long-term game plan to convince all of us to become witches?
The good news is that social scientists have determined that everyone in the US has Imposter Syndrome, except for one person.
…and that person is probably a sociopath, who needs a good slap upside the head. Or, you know, a feelings transplant.
GIANT SPIDERS! How are the ants getting more fear than GIANT SPIDERS??
And fire ants may be bad (don’t know, haven’t had much interaction) but caterpillars are worse! They’re so furry! And they squish! And sometimes they land on your head. Blegh!
Also #4.
In the words of local yokel Felton in the Thrilling Adventure Hour, “Please do not minimize the discomfort and tickle of a hungry caterpillar craaaawling on you!”
Heartily seconded. Spiders are terrifying, right up there with heights, clowns, and losing loved ones.
Honestly, it’s amazing I got past that Pennywise picture and made it down here at all.
The google image search I had to to do to “remind” myself of what Pennywise looked like was traumatic and also completely unnecessary because HOW COULD I FORGET.
Way to delve into my muck, Shing.
Fire ants are THE WORST.
You are not the only one who stares at the wall for far too long because there are familiar shapes there. My bathroom wall has a lot of texture/hidden people.
Oh no I just remembered I’m fake 🙁
The Fizzling Firework of Potential is such a perfect representation of my very worst fear (uh, besides giant spiders and ghosts coming out of my TV. And mold, I effing hate mold.) Shing, you get me.
Re: giant spiders – one morning in the shower, I was already midway into my shampooing when I turned around, looked at the floor, and saw a hobo spider. A big one. But it was already smooshed. Because apparently I’d stepped on it barefoot. Ohgodohnoitwashorrible
RETROACTIVE HORROR
I made a real-life D: face OH NO
Ohhhhhhh imposter syndrome. I know you well.
Fuck Fire Ants, it’s all about the Crazy Ant now http://www.nytimes.com/2014/02/14/science/a-crazy…
ugh, this reminded me of that horrible middle ground of feeling completely incompetent and totally talented and criminally underutilized AT THE SAME TIME. That’s where I’m at.
MEEEE TOOOOOOO ugh
Spiders are the WORST . Split infinitives are nothing compared to the terror of the giant spider on your bedroom ceiling that suddenly disappears
Also, there is this webcomic, which is waaaaay too big to post.
Thank you for the beautiful paintings of my darling giant spiders and fire ants.
I was just coming down to say that was a beautiful rendering of the fire ant. I was just looking at pictures of them for work yesterday, so I’m an instant expert. 😉
Thank you, but what awful job do you work where you have to look at pictures of fire ants!?
G P O Y
#2 + #4 = my very worst days at work
ohmygodhelppppp
It was super brave of you to dangle your foot from the relative safety of #2 down into scary, scary #3! I’m more scared of waspjacknets (anything that flies and stings and is not a honeybee–I don’t stand there and ask them for ID).
I had a serious freak out moment seeing that spider in #3 about to touch her foot in #2. Serious. Freak. Out.
Shing! You are so brilliant. I am IN LOVE with this comic of yours http://bitchmagazine.org/post/a-comic-about-food-… and sharing it with everyone I can find. It makes me want to scream YES from the roof tops. Thank you.
I made a real-life D: face OH NO
Mine would start out on a foundation of that meticulously researched and written 4th-grade essay on the Chickasaw Nation that I never turned in FOR REASONS (no reason) and then pile on from there. I can see a lot of the items verrrrrry clearly.
But I have decided recently that, hey, FUCK THAT. I can only do what I can do, here in the present and in the future; I cannot undo the past or revisit it to do it better. And hanging onto that big ball of shame and regret is just a slow poison that seeps into today. I need to take the small amount of instruction and wisdom from what I left undone, and then move along.
This mental reframing of all that "wasted potential" has been surprisingly effective and positive so far.
My dentist's office has ceiling tiles and I can make so many faces from the little blobs. Each one has a different and very distinct personality!
Spiders of any size don’t bother me as much as the thought of getting a paper cut on my eye.
Oh man. Oh fuck. Just thinking about it. Fuuuuck.
Guuuys. Both my parents were clowns when I was growing up, and so was my extended family. I am sad they have such a bad rep due to books and movies. I feel like people would appreciate clowns more if they took time to walk a parade with them or went shopping for grease paint and magic tricks. Just don’t approach any clowns hiding in gutters and you’re good.
omg my advisor swears my Strunk and White and is ALWAYS correcting our split infinitives. It’s so annoying! Our language is changing, dude! Get over it!
Also, yes to all of the above. Not so much spiders, but definitely the existential dread parts.
this is STILL so excellent and relevant